Semua Bab CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND): Bab 31 - Bab 40

"TO THOSE GIRLS WHO FEEL THEY ARE NEVER ENOUGH, IT WOULD BE OKAY."MYRADay three.Or was it day four? I'd lost track somewhere between the messages that wouldn't stop coming and the blade that had become too familiar in my hand.I was sitting on the bathroom floor again. My usual spot now. The tiles were cold against my back, grounding me in a way nothing else could. My phone was face down beside me, still buzzing periodically with calls and texts I wouldn't answer.Zyran had called seventeen times yesterday. Eighteen the day before. I'd counted.I didn't answer any of them.What was the point? He'd say he was sorry. He'd make excuses. He'd tell me it was complicated, that he was trying to do the right thing, that I needed to understand the situation.I was tired of understanding.I was tired of everything.My thigh was a mess now. New cuts layered over old ones, some still healing, some fresh from this morning. I'd stopped being careful about placement. Stopped worrying about whethe

“DO YOU MISS ME LIKE I MISSED YOU, FUCKED AROUND AND GOT ATTACHED TO YOU.”ZYRAN."Don't." She backed away from me, wrapping the blanket around herself like armor. "Don't you dare."I stood up slowly, hands out like I was approaching a wounded animal. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left like that. I was—""Why do you keep doing this to me?" Her voice was shaking, raw with emotion. "You come close to me, you possess me, you touch me, and then you pull away from me, leaving me hanging. I'm not your fucking toy, Zyran!""I know—""No, you don't know! You have no idea what the last three days have been like. What it's been like sitting here wondering if you were ever coming back. If I meant anything to you at all or if I was just—just some obligation you had to deal with!"Every word was a knife twisting in my gut because she was right. About all of it."You know the situation," I said, even though I knew it was a weak excuse. "You know why this is complicated.""I don't care about complica

ZYRAN“WITH YOU I LOSE EVERY OUNCE OF CONTROL.”I held her trembling body against mine, still buried deep inside her as we both came down from the high. My heart was hammering like I’d run a marathon. Myra was so small beneath me, flushed and teary-eyed, her virgin pussy still fluttering around my cock. I’d just ruined her. Broken every promise I’d made to Luca. And fuck… I didn’t regret a single second.“Baby…” I whispered, pressing soft kisses to her damp forehead, her closed eyelids, the tip of her nose. “You were so perfect. My sweet girl. You did so good for me.”She let out a shaky little breath and smiled up at me, shy and glowing. That smile wrecked me more than anything else tonight.I slowly pulled out of her, groaning at the sight of my cum leaking from her freshly fucked pussy. Instead of filth, all I felt was a fierce wave of protectiveness. I gathered her into my arms and carried her toward the bathroom.“You’re shaking, angel. Let me take care of you.”I ran us a warm b

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT"The most dangerous thing you can do at a table full of wolves is look happy."ZYRANThe Rossi dining room was exactly as I remembered it.Long table, good china, candles that Mrs. Rossi lit for every dinner whether it was a casual Tuesday or a formal occasion because she believed, genuinely believed, that a well-lit table made people kinder to each other. The smell of something slow-cooked coming from the kitchen. The low hum of conversation already filling the room before everyone had even sat down.I'd been to dinners here before. Plenty of them. I knew where the light switches were, which chair creaked, which window didn't close all the way and let in a draft when the wind came from the east.What I didn't know was how to sit at this table with Myra beside me and pretend that nothing had changed.She was glowing.That was the only word for it and I'd been trying to find a different one the entire drive over because glowing sounded soft and romantic and those w

"Freedom isn't being passed from one pair of hands to another. Freedom is choosing whose hands you want."MYRALuca found me in the garden.I'd slipped out after dessert because the dining room had started to feel like too much — too many people, too many conversations happening on top of each other, and Damon Sokolov sitting at the other end of the table radiating something cold and unpleasant that I couldn't name but could absolutely feel. The garden was quiet and the night air was cool and I'd been standing by my mother's rose bushes for maybe ten minutes just breathing when I heard his footsteps on the stone path behind me.I knew it was him before he said anything. I'd grown up with the sound of my brother's walk."Hey," he said, coming to stand beside me."Hey."He was quiet for a moment, looking out at the garden the same way I was, both of us doing that thing we'd done since we were kids where we stood next to each other in silence and let it mean something. Luca had always be