Todos los capítulos de TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

DAMIEN"You never wanted to know. It was easier to believe I was the jealous sister, the one causing problems." Elara wipes her eyes. "I need you to cut her off. Completely. And if she contacts you, you call the police immediately. Can you do that?""Yes. Of course. Anything." Walter's voice breaks. "Elara, I'm so sorry. We failed you. I failed you.""Yeah. You did." She hands the phone back to me and turns away.I take it. "Mr. Blake, one more thing. If I find out you've warned Elena, if you've given her any indication that we know about her involvement, I will personally ensure you're charged as an accessory. Am I clear?""Crystal.""Good." I hang up and toss the phone to Hayes.Elara is standing at the window, with arms wrapped around herself, staring out at the city.I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. "Are you okay?""No. But I will be." She leans back against me. "Once Lucas is dealt with and Elena faces the consequences for once in her miserable life. Then I

ELARAHe carried me into the bedroom, set me on the edge of the mattress like I was glass, then knelt to dry me. The towel moved slowly, over my shoulders, down my arms, and across my collarbones. When he reached my breasts, he paused, and his thumbs brushed my nipples until they hardened again under his touch. He bent and took one into his mouth, in a gentle suction that made me arch. The contrast between the rough shower minutes ago and the reverent now short-circuited my brain.He worked his way down my body with the same patient devotion. Dried the curve of my waist, the dip of my navel, and the sensitive skin inside my thighs. When he reached the mess between my legs, where his cum is still leaking out, he didn’t flinch. Instead, he spread me gently with his thumbs and licked a slow, deliberate stripe from entrance to clit.I hissed. “Damien...I’m sensitive...”“I know.” His eyes flicked with dark intent. “That’s why I’m going to be careful… until you beg me not to be.”He ate me

ELARAElena is being held in a private medical facility on the Upper East Side; it is not a hospital, but the kind of discreet place where wealthy people go when they need treatment they don't want publicized."Damien arranged it," Macklin explains as we ride the elevator to the third floor. "She sustained a concussion, broken ribs, and extensive bruising. Lucas did a number on her before we entered."I should feel sympathy. She's my twin, my blood, lying in a hospital bed because of choices that spiraled out of control.But all I feel is cold satisfaction."How long has she been conscious?" Damien asks."About an hour. She's been asking for her parents, for a lawyer, for pain medication." Macklin's expression is neutral. "She hasn't asked about you.""Of course not." Because in Elena's world, I'm always the villain. Never the victim.We stop outside her room. Through the window, I can see her lying in bed, her face swollen, her arm in a sling, and monitors beeping steadily."Five min

DAMIEN My hand slides between my legs instantly. I slide my two fingers inside my pussy to find my clit still swollen, hypersensitive and start circling. The dual sensation is overwhelming: his thick length dragging against every nerve ending inside me, with my own fingers working the bundle of nerves outside.He feels, the moment my walls start fluttering around him.“That’s it,” he growls. “Give it to me. Milk me.”His rhythm turns brutal: short, pounding strokes that slap against my ass, with his balls smacking my clit on every upstroke. His grip on my hips is bruising; I’ll wear his fingerprints for days. I don’t care. I want the marks.I come again, this time harder, and deeper, with a full-body convulsion that has me sobbing into the pillow. My pussy clamps down on his cock in violent spasms; he snarls, thrusts more into me, then buries himself deep and lets go. Heat floods me as he groans my name like it’s being torn out of him.We collapse in a sweaty, trembling heap.He roll

DAMIENWe're halfway to the elevator when my phone rings. Macklin."Talk to me," I answer."Sir, we have a situation. The storage unit Elena mentioned...we sent a team to check it out. It's worse than she described.""How much worse?""There are enough explosives to level a city block. Detailed maps of Cross Enterprises, your penthouse, and even one of the safehouses upstate. Lucas wasn't just planning to kill you both. He was planning to destroy everything you own."I stop walking and pull Elara closer. She can hear every word through the phone."Where is he now?" I ask, voice deadly calm."Still in holding. But sir, with this much evidence of premeditated mass violence, we need to move fast. If word gets out before we can secure everything...""Secure it. Now. I want that storage unit emptied and every piece of evidence catalogued within the hour." I'm already thinking ten steps ahead. "And Macklin? I want Lucas moved. Not to Rikers. Somewhere more... permanent.""Sir, I can arrange