Ruined By My Brother-In-Law のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Anna's shift officially ended at seven. She stayed a few minutes longer handing over, signed out and walked to the door on fumes, her feet dragging. “Morning, Vegas.” She didn't need to look to know it was Dr. Pierce. Her ears picked up his familiar tone. “You sound bright.” He chuckled, hands buried in his coat pockets, falling into step beside her. “And you look like you fought the building and lost.” “They always win,” she muttered under her breath. He leaned in, eyebrows raised. “What?” Anna paused at the door, turning to him. “Do you need something, Dr. Pierce?” He looked taken aback, brows furrowing. “I—no. I don't… I just wanted to say good morning.” She gave him a taut smile. “Okay. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Pierce.” With that, she made her way out the hospital door, running a quick hand through her messy hair. It had long since come undone from the sleek, high ponytail she reported to work in, which was why she rarely bothered with it before. But thes

Anna stared at the bottle of water in her hands, the coldness seeping into her skin, her lips pressed together into a slight frown. What did she want? Familiar walls. Predictability. A chance to regroup before facing whatever ‘this’ was becoming. She hadn't wanted to face him exhausted, raw, and still uncertain about the mail sitting in her inbox. Uncertain about who she really was… again. That was why she'd needed her place instead—what she'd wanted. Her gaze lifted slowly to Jason, who stood by the island, legs wide apart, hand still in his pocket. The suit fit him too well, enough that she noticed despite herself.Grey eyes stayed steady on her. There was an ease to him that only made her feel more unsteady. It bothered her. She seemed the only one rattled by how fast things were changing. Why was this harder than facing a trauma in the ER?She turned away as their gazes met. She set the bottle of water on the island and grabbed a mop from the corner. “I—I don't know what I w

Jason stood perfectly still and felt anything but. As he listened to her speak, his thoughts tangled—emotions he didn’t bother sorting through. He reached for the one thing that made sense in the lot. Anger.He could roll with rage—the rest was noise. It made him the predator. Yet, the words he'd uttered in anger weren't the ones he'd expected. And now, as his lips met hers, even the anger melted away—replaced by desire. He didn't like uncertainty. He didn’t chase chaos—at least not one he didn't start. So why was he still here? Their breaths mingled—heavy and hot—heat rushing through him. His hand on her neck tightened, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, his other hand sliding down to her waist to pull her flush against him. He kissed her slow and deep, as if this was exactly where he wanted to be. When she slid her arms around his neck, tugged at his hair and kissed him back like she needed the air he was stealing—it was so easy—dangerously easy— to forget she was Anna De La

Jason's hot breath tingled her ear; Anna's lashes fluttering close. “Answer me, Princess.” Anna squirmed against him as his other hand slid up her body to rub her other nipple, sending a rush of sensations between her thighs. She tried to rub her thighs together—to ease the low ache there—but his ankles hooked around hers, keeping her legs wide. She whimpered low in her throat, pushing into him as he gripped her nipples between his fingers, tugged, released, then flicked over them lightly. His tongue teased her ear and she pushed into him, almost crying as the ache between her thighs throbbed—yet he showed no mercy. “Jason,” she cried. “Tell me—did you imagine it was me while you touched yourself in here?” His raspy tone did nothing to ease the torturous ache blooming deep within her. “Wha—what… does it matter…?” His tongue traced the slope of her neck, then he buried his teeth right where her shoulder and neck met. She jerked against him and he hummed with satisfaction, soot

The Reunion. They had finally reached out to her. Ethan hadn't informed him of that. Jason's fingers tapped on the backrest, realizing how she'd brought it up at the right time. Good. It meant the game really was on. Now he just needed to play his part. She was offering vulnerability—the balance had tipped in his favor, he just needed to wield the sword precisely. “Do you think I should go,” Anna asked when he stayed silent. “Or burn the bridge and never look back?” She was playing victim without knowing he knew precisely what and whom she was talking about. The thought left an acid taste on his tongue. Fine—two could play this game of deception. He parted his lips to speak, chiseling his expression into one of concern—but her gaze caught his, her dark pupil struggling not to drown in the sparkling white of her eyes. He stared into them and for a moment, he nearly forgot—almost—what he'd been about to say. He cleared his throat, eyes darting away. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't place