Owned By A Man I Couldn't Trust 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 87

“Look at me,” he growled, voice low and feral. “Watch what I do to you.” Her eyes were locked on his, wide with lust and awe, when he started stroking himself faster, every muscle in his body taut and trembling with need. The growls escaping his throat were raw, guttural, a sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through her core. “Fuck… you feel so good like this,” he hissed, hips snapping, hand gripping her jaw briefly as he leaned down, nipping at her collarbone and neck while he pushed himself to the edge. She moaned around a whimper, chest heaving, utterly consumed by him. She felt the first spurt hit her skin, warm and heavy, and her breath caught in a sharp gasp. He didn’t stop, thrusting roughly over her, letting every pulse, every shudder of release coat her chest in thick, hot intensity. Her skin burned where he hit, yet the heat between them, the utter dominance he displayed, made her arch toward him instinctively, craving more even as he emptied himself over her. Fi

He woke to the soft weight of a stare resting on him. Blinking away the haze of sleep, he found her beside him, lying on her side with her head propped on one hand. The morning light slipped through the curtains and settled on her face, illuminating the quiet smile she wore as if simply watching him breathe made her happy. The sight stirred something deep inside his chest, pulling him back to the first morning they’d ever shared together, the same silence, the same awe, the same flutter of disbelief that she was real and his. His heart skipped before he even realized he was moving. He reached out, gently cupped the side of her face, and pulled her close enough to press his lips to hers. She gasped at first, surprised, but within seconds her body relaxed against him. She returned the kiss with shy eagerness, trying to keep up with the slow intensity he set. It didn’t take long for her to realize how naturally he moved, every shift, every brush of his lips felt confident, practiced

She slammed the phone down and stared at the screen as if the screen itself had committed the crime. The anchors’ voices were a jagged chorus that she couldn’t quite silence, the evidence scrolling beneath them like a sentence. “How did it get leaked?!” she demanded, voice raw and high. “Didn’t you say nothing could happen to us? Now what?” “Stop screaming!” the soon be ex mayor, her brother shot back, panic shredding his composure. “It’s you who told me to do those things, now you’re blaming me for everything!” The two of them were unraveling in real time, their terror a frantic dance on the carpeted floor of the cottage. The accusations, stacked with documents and recordings, had already cost him his authority, her brother's face had changed from defiant to hunted. They bolted for the car as if flight could buy them time, but just as they fumbled with keys and belts, the phone in her trembling hand rang again. She drove the car as fast as she can to escape before cops come to ar

1 Year Later “Brother, Rainee… you both came!” Sam’s voice trembled as he bolted across the polished marble floor, his graduation robe swaying with every hurried step like a dark wave trailing behind him. The grand hall sparkled under crystal chandeliers, echoing with applause, camera flashes, and bursts of cheers. Yet for Sam, the crowd, the stage, even the towering floral decorations all blurred into meaningless shapes. All he saw, clear, steady, and grounding, were the two figures at the entrance, his sister Rainee and Alex. Alex’s smile was warm, radiant, like a hearth after a cold journey. In his hands rested a huge bouquet of flowers, its colors vivid and alive, deep reds, creamy whites, hints of lavender. Sam’s eyes flicked to the petals but always returned to Rainee. She stepped forward, her dress a soft shade that caught the light like water, her arms opening instinctively. Wrapping her brother in a fierce, loving embrace, she pressed her lips close to his ear and whisper