Semua Bab OFF LIMIT: FOURTEEN NIGHTS WITH MY HUSBAND'S BEST FRIENDS : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter 42ElowenIt was a lie, Adrian probably hadn't even noticed I'd left, but it gave me an excuse to escape before I completely fell apart in front of them."It was lovely meeting you!" Sophia called after me as I turned and walked away as quickly as I could without running.I made it around the corner and out of sight before the tears started falling, before the sob I'd been holding back all day finally broke free, before the carefully constructed walls I'd built crumbled into dust.I'd been so stupid.So incredibly, pathetically stupid.What was I expecting, that he'll start to feel something special for me?That this two weeks would create emotions that wasn't supposed to be there?I was nothing to any of them except a temporary amusement, a way to pass two weeks, a birthday gift they were obligated to accept.The realization made me want to die, made me want to disappear, made me want to pack my bags and leave this villa and never look back even if it meant facing Adrian's wr

Chapter 44ElowenMy eyes snapped to my husband and I couldn't hide the confusion that must have been written all over my face, couldn't understand why he would invite Kian's fiancée here when the whole point of this trip was supposedly for me to satisfy his friends.Adrian caught my look and smiled, that pleasant satisfied smile that made my skin crawl. "I thought Kian seemed a bit bored, so I invited Sophia to join us for a few days. It seemed only fair that he have some to spend the day with."The words landed like blows and I understood immediately what he was doing, understood this was another layer of his twisted game, understood he'd brought Sophia here specifically to hurt me while pretending to be considerate of Kian."That was very thoughtful of you, darling," I said, and I stood up on legs that felt like water and moved around the table to where he sat.I leaned down and kissed him, pressed my lips against his in what probably looked like affection to everyone watching, whe

Chapter 46Elowen His fingers found my clit and I nearly sobbed at the sensation, at the dual stimulation of him inside me and his fingers working that bundle of nerves with expert precision."Tell me the truth," Kian commanded, his rhythm becoming punishing now, fucking me so hard I had to brace both hands against the wall to keep from being driven into it. "Tell me you want this, tell me you're not doing this for Adrian.""I can't," I gasped out, my voice breaking. "I can't say that, I can't....""You can," he insisted, his fingers moving faster on my clit. "You will, because I'm not letting you come until you admit it, until you stop lying, until you give me the truth." Why can't they just stop asking me to say the truth.Not like they cared why I was doing this.He brought me right to the edge, right to where I was about to tip over into orgasm, and then his fingers stopped moving, his thrusts slowed to an agonizing pace, and I wanted to cry from frustration."No," I whimpered fr

Chapter 48ElowenI wanted to refuse, wanted to go hide in my room and lick my wounds in private, but the concern in Matteo's eyes was genuine and I was so starved for actual kindness that I found myself nodding even though every instinct screamed at me to run."Of course," I said quietly, letting him guide me away from the terrace toward a quieter corner near the pool where we couldn't be overheard.When we were alone Matteo turned to face me, his dark eyes searching mine with that careful attention that made me feel exposed. "Are you okay, cara? You seem... different this morning.""I'm fine," I said automatically, the lie coming easily after years of practice."Are you sure?" Matteo pressed gently, reaching out like he might touch my arm before thinking better of it. "Because you've barely eaten, you look exhausted, and you're avoiding looking at Kian like your life depends on it."Something hot and sharp twisted in my chest, rage mixed with hurt mixed with exhaustion mixed with ev

Chapter 50ElowenWe talked for over an hour, easy conversation that flowed naturally, about his writing and my abandoned design career and books we loved and places we'd been, nothing deep or probing, just two people connecting in a quiet library on a warm afternoon.Amante told me about growing up in Positano, about watching it transform from a small fishing village into a tourist destination, about how he tried to capture the old soul of the place in his writing before it disappeared completely.I told him about design school, about the excitement of my first real client, about how I'd loved creating something from nothing, about dreams I'd packed away when I got tired. Some parts were lies but nothing too bad.By the time I finally stood to leave, the sun was lower in the sky casting golden light through the library windows, and I'd almost forgotten about the villa and the three men waiting there and the nightmare I'd be returning to."Thank you," I said to Amante as we walked tow