All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

He dropped her onto the mattress. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough that she bounced once and pushed up on her elbows, hair falling messy around her face. She looked at him, lips parted, watching. He yanked his shirt open the rest of the way, buttons popping, and let it fall to the floor. Then he was over her. His mouth found hers again, slower now, deliberate. He took his time, tongue tracing her lower lip before slipping inside, tasting her like he had all night. One hand slid under the hem of her shirt, his palm flat against her stomach, feeling the way her muscles jumped at the contact. He dragged the fabric up inch by inch, knuckles brushing her ribs, until he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. His eyes moved over her bare skin, dark and hungry, before he lowered his head and kissed down her throat, slow open-mouthed presses that left faint marks. He sucked at the spot just below her ear until she arched, a soft whimper escaping her. “Damian i need you to—” “Not

When he finally walked through the door, he had been a dark, tense storm of stress and barely leashed anger. He didn't want to talk. The second she tried to speak, to sit him down and explain, he had backed her into the bedroom, his mouth crashing down on hers, effectively silencing her. He had taken her to bed with a rough, consuming desperation. He had fucked her so thoroughly, with such intense, relentless heat, that her brain had completely short-circuited. Pinned beneath him, overwhelmed by the sheer physical weight and demand of his body, her mind had gone straight to the clouds. She had forgotten everything. She had forgotten the hospital, the guilt, the lie. She had even forgotten Cassandra's name. In that bed, there was nothing but him and the searing pleasure he dragged out of her.It wasn't until afterward, when his phone rang in the dark and he had to pack a bag for California, that the reality of her secret came crashing back down. By then, he was already walking out the

Aria woke up the next morning with the same leaden feeling dragging down her bones.The violent sickness from the day before had receded, leaving behind a dull, persistent ache in the pit of her stomach and a sour taste in the back of her throat. She lay still on her side of the bed, staring at the empty space where Damian should have been. The penthouse was dead quiet, save for the distant hum of city traffic dozens of floors below.She reached out with a trembling hand and picked up her phone from the nightstand. The screen brightness stung her eyes. There was a single message from Damian, sent around five in the morning California time.Slept two hours. Heading back into the boardroom. Have my phone on me. If you aren't feeling better today, tell me and I am sending Evans up. No arguments. Aria stared at the direct text. She could easily picture him typing it, stalking down a glass hallway with a coffee in one hand, exhausted but still aggressively managing her well-being. The gui

The car ride to the hotel was an exercise in pure endurance. Aria sat in the back seat of the black sedan with her head resting against the cool tinted glass, her eyes shut tight against the glare of the passing streetlights. Every stop and start of the vehicle sent a fresh, uncomfortable wave rolling through her stomach. She kept her hands folded tightly in her lap, focusing entirely on taking slow, steady breaths.She just had to get through the next thirty minutes. That was the only thought keeping her moving.The hotel Cassandra had chosen sat on a busy, noisy street corner. Aria paid the driver, stepped out onto the pavement, and immediately felt the heavy weakness in her legs. Her knees trembled slightly as she walked through the revolving glass doors. The lobby smelled of artificial vanilla air freshener and damp carpet, the bright overhead lights stinging her tired eyes.She checked the text message on her phone for the room number. 412.T

Aria nodded slowly. The movement made the room sway, but she knew Cassandra was right. The stubborn denial she had been clinging to over the past two days was gone. She couldn't pretend she was fine anymore. "I know. I need a checkup." "Do you want me to call someone for you?" Cassandra asked, hovering over her with wide, worried eyes. "I can call a private car." "No," Aria said immediately. She forced herself to sit up, pushing through the heavy, dragging sensation in her limbs. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The floor rushed up to meet her boots. She gripped the edge of the mattress to steady herself. "No, I'm just going to go home. I need to sleep in my own bed." "Are you sure you can walk?" Cassandra asked, her hands hovering near Aria's shoulders, ready to catch her if she fell. "I can walk," Aria said. She took a deep breath, letting the air fill her lungs, and pushed herself up to a standing position.