All Chapters of OFF LIMIT: FOURTEEN NIGHTS WITH MY HUSBAND'S BEST FRIENDS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51ElowenMatteo's jaw clenched and he looked like he wanted to say something else, something harsh judging by the fury in his eyes, but he stayed silent, just turned back to the window with his shoulders rigid.Kian hadn't looked at me once since I'd walked in, hadn't acknowledged my presence at all, just kept his eyes fixed on the wall like I was invisible, like I meant absolutely nothing, like the woman he'd fucked against a bathroom wall last night didn't even register as worth noticing.The dismissal hurt worse than Matteo's anger or Adrian's calculated kindness, hurt in ways that made my chest ache and my hands shake, because at least anger meant I'd affected him somehow, meant he felt something even if it was negative.But this complete indifference, this studied avoidance, this absolute refusal to acknowledge I existed—this was worse than anything."Well, I'm glad you're back safely," Adrian said, still with that pleasant smile. "We were just about to have dinner, you'

Chapter 53Elowen The belt from my robe wrapped around my wrists, binding them together at the small of my back so I was completely helpless, completely at his mercy, unable to do anything except take whatever he decided to give."Perfect," Kian murmured, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. "Completely helpless, completely mine, exactly how I want you."Then I felt the wooden hairbrush press against my ass and my whole body tensed because I knew what was coming, knew it was going to hurt worse than his hand, knew I should beg him to stop.But I didn't.The first strike of the brush made me scream into the mattress, the flat wooden surface covering more area than his hand and stinging with an intensity that brought fresh tears to my eyes."Count them," Kian ordered. "Every strike, count it out loud, and if you lose count we start over."If I though he and Matteo were different, then I've never been more wrong.They both almost act in the same manner. I can't help but wonder why th

Chapter 55Elowen I walked to my bathroom on shaking legs and braced my hands on the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror and barely recognizing the woman looking back.My hair was wild from Kian's hands, my lips swollen from biting them to keep from screaming louder, my neck and shoulders covered in marks that would take days to fade, and my eyes were bright with something fevered and desperate.I looked thoroughly fucked and thoroughly wrecked and I should have been satisfied but I wasn't, the ache between my thighs was already building again, the need curling hot and insistent in my belly.Without thinking about what I was doing I slipped my hand between my legs and touched myself, finding myself still wet and swollen and oversensitive, and even that slight contact made me gasp.I shouldn't be doing this, I'd just had sex, I should be satisfied or at least tired, but my body had other ideas and my fingers moved almost of their own accord, circling my clit with the pressure

Chapter 57Matteo Even though I knew she'd think I was lieing and probably speaking with my dick."Cristo, bella, I haven't stopped wanting you since the first night, since before I even touched you, since I first saw you in that red dress Adrian made you wear."I kissed down to her breasts, my mouth closing over one nipple through the lace and making her gasp, and I could feel it hardening against my tongue, could feel her arch into my touch."Matteo," she moaned, her hands still in my hair. "Please, I need...""I know what you need," I interrupted, pulling back to look at her flushed face. "But we're not doing this on the bed tonight.""What?" Confusion crossed her features."I want something different," I said, already turning her around and pressing her against the wall, her palms flat against the cool surface and her ass in the air. "I want to take you standing, want to fuck you in every position I can think of, want to make sure when you think about tonight you remember every

Chapter 59MatteoThe phone vibrating against the nightstand pulled me from sleep and I reached for it automatically, my hand fumbling in the darkness while my brain tried to catch up with consciousness, and when I saw the name on the screen my blood went cold.Casa.Home.The phone nearly slipped from my trembling fingers but I caught it at the last second and answered with my heart already in my throat because they never called unless something was wrong, never disturbed me during trips unless it was urgent, never broke protocol unless there was no other choice."Pronto," I said quietly, carefully extracting myself from Elowen's sleeping form and moving toward the door so I wouldn't wake her."Signor Ricci, mi dispiace disturbarla—" the familiar voice of Marco, my household manager, came through tight with stress."What happened?" I interrupted in Italian, already reaching for my discarded pants. "Is she okay? Marco, tell me she's okay.""She's stable but she had another episode ton