All Chapters of TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: Chapter 121 - Chapter 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

ELARA 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 hea

ELARASilence fills the room."I hate who I've become," Elena whispers. "The manipulator. The liar. The woman who would help a monster hurt her own sister just to feel superior for five minutes. And I can't blame you for that, Elara. I can't blame Mom and Dad or Lucas or anyone else. This is who I chose to be.""Elena, honey..." my mother starts."No, Mom. Stop protecting me. Stop making excuses." Elena pulls her hand away. "I need to say this also needs Elara to hear it, and I need to hear it myself."She takes a breath and steadies herself."I'm telling you everything I know about Lucas's plans because it's the only decent thing I've done in years. He has a lot of weapons, not just the gun, but knives, rope, and duct tape. He planned to take you from your gym on Tuesday morning when security is lightest. He was going to bring you to an abandoned warehouse in Red Hook and make Damien watch via live stream while he..." Her voice breaks. "While he hurt you. And then he was going to kill