Semua Bab LOVE THY SISTER'S HUSBAND : Bab 41 - Bab 50

…RILEY…****Finally, we reached the resort — and damn, it looked unreal. The main building gleamed in the sun, its wide windows reflecting the green valley around it. Palm trees swayed by the entrance, and a waterfall trickled beside the path.Warm air wrapped around me the second I stepped out of the car. It smelled like rain, hibiscus, and the faintest trace of salt.It's the kind of place that makes you forget everything that ever hurts.Soren handed the keys to a valet who looked one blink away from bowing. He slipped a hand to my lower back as we walked toward the entrance My pulse tripped at his actions and I bit back a smile. His touch was light, but it lingered.The lobby was open and bathed in golden light. Everywhere I looked was glass and water, a reflecting pool lined with lanterns, soft music drifting from hidden speakers, couples laughing quietly over cocktails that probably cost half my rent.“Checking in for Knight,” Soren said, his voice smooth and deep. The recep

…RILEY…*****In one swift motion, he stood, water cascading from his powerful body. He pulled me up with him, my legs wobbling. Without a word, he took my hand and led me, dripping and naked, back toward our suite. The night air was cool on my wet skin, raising goosebumps, but inside I was burning up.The door sealed us in the silent, dim room. He didn’t turn on the lights. The only illumination came from the moon filtering through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the bed. He turned to face me, his expression unreadable… all I could see were hard angles and shadow.“On the bed. On your back. Now.”I scrambled onto the crisp sheets, my heart beginning its frantic drumbeat all over again. He rummaged in his discarded jeans and pulled out a length of silky rope I hadn’t even known he’d brought, followed by a small, black bullet vibrator. My cunt clenched, a fresh wave of slickness coating my thighs.He moved with a terrifying efficiency. He tied my wrists to the wrought-iron

… RILEY…*****Lila’s fake smile stayed plastered on, but her eyes screamed in panic which only made me more perplexed.I could practically hear her heart pounding out of her chest. Something about Lukas—about both of them—was off. For someone who claimed to love him, she didn’t look the slightest bit in love. She looked terrified.And Lila? She wouldn’t even look at me now.Yeah. Something was very, very wrong here.But what?? Am I just being ridiculous by overanalyzing everything?Before I could press further, a warm hand slid around my wrist, pulling me away.“Come on,” Soren murmured, smoothly. “Let’s go. You’ve had enough drama for one day.”I yanked my hand free just a little too late to make it convincing. “Drama? That’s rich coming from the man who picks up calls from his wife on a getaway he planned for 'us.'"I whispered.His jaw flexed, but his tone stayed soft. “If you wanted to shop, Riley, you could’ve told me. We would’ve gone together, right?” He leaned closer, whisperin

…RILEY…******A sharp gasp tore from my throat. My head fell back against the wall with a soft thud. My eyes fluttered shut, then opened, finding his in the mirror. Watching him touch me, watching his hands on my body, was its own kind of exquisite torture. Bright pleasure, arced from my nipples straight to the aching heat between my legs.I couldn’t stay still. I ground my hips back against him, a slow, deliberate roll that made him hiss through his teeth. The friction was insane. I needed more.My hand slipped between our bodies, my fingers searching. I found the hard length of him straining against his zipper. I palmed him, feeling him jump beneath my touch. A moan built in his chest, a deep, resonant vibration against my back.“Riley,” he warned, but it was a plea.I fumbled with his belt, my fingers trembling with a thrilling, frantic energy. The buckle came open with a clink that sounded deafening in the small space. I pushed his button fly open, one button after another, each

…CASSIDY…*****It was time.Two days later and I still couldn’t breathe right. The launch of my brand had me in a tight chokehold. My palms were slick, my throat desert-dry, and every nerve in my body buzzed like faulty wiring. Everything had to be perfect — the lights, the sound, the banners, even the stupid “signature fragrance” I’d chosen after three sleepless nights of sniffing samples until my brain felt perfumed.Perfection wasn’t optional. It was the only thing standing between me and public, career-ending humiliation.“Move the banners two inches to the left!” I snapped, waving my hand sharply toward the stage crew. “No, left — your left, not mine, God, are you all brain-dead?” My voice cracked, and I hated that it did. It made me sound desperate.The CASSIDY LUXE logo shimmered on the backdrop, elegant and soft pink. It was supposed to look ethereal — effortless — but right now it just looked like one more thing that could go wrong. I clutched my tablet tighter, scanning ev