《My Forbidden Brother 》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

ADRIAN The crimson light of the security monitor didn't matter. In fact, it didn't even exist. There was no chime, no alert, no world outside the four walls of this room. There was only the heavy, synchronized rhythm of our breathing and the undeniable reality of Olivia beneath me on the white silk sheets. I looked down at her, my hands anchoring her hips to the mattress. The green fabric of her bikini top was gone, cast aside somewhere into the shadows of the room, leaving her bare and beautiful in the soft amber glow of the fading afternoon. Her skin was still warm from the Mediterranean sun, smelling of salt and coconut oil, a intoxicating combination that completely erased the last vestiges of my control. "Adrian," she whispered, her voice a fragile, breathless plea. Her dark eyes were wide, fixed entirely on mine, reflecting the sheer intensity of a moment we had both doubted would ever come. "I'm here, darling," I murmured, my voice rough and thick with a desire that had bee

OLIVIA The glass elevator of the Vesper Tower shot upward through the spine of Manhattan like a silver bullet. Below us, the concrete canyons of New York City spread out in a chaotic, glittering grid, entirely different from the quiet, timeless horizon of the Mediterranean. My hand was tucked securely inside Adrian’s coat pocket, our fingers tightly intertwined. I looked at him. The linen shirts and bare feet of the villa were gone, replaced by a flawless, charcoal-gray three-piece suit that made him look like an unyielding monument to corporate power. His jaw was set, his expression clinical. This was the man the entire continent feared. But the moment he felt my gaze, his thumb began running small, soothing circles over the back of my hand inside his pocket. A secret reassurance, meant only for me. The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open directly into the private penthouse office suite. "Oh, thank God! They’re finally here!" A voice boomed through the open floor plan

OLIVIA The morning sun filtered through the sheer silk curtains of the penthouse, casting long, pale fractures of gold across the white sheets. When I finally blinked the sleep from my eyes, the familiar, heavy warmth of Adrian’s arm was draped securely over my waist, anchoring me to his side. I shifted slightly, tilting my head back against the plush pillows, and found him already looking down at me. Adrian was propped up on one elbow, his dark hair messy against his forehead, his jaw shadowed with a light stubble. He didn’t look like the ruthless corporate king who had commanded *The Vault* last night; he just looked relaxed, his dark eyes soft and unguarded as they traced the lines of my face. "Good morning," I murmured, my voice thick with sleep. A slow, beautiful smile curved his lips—the kind of smile he only ever saved for the quiet space of our bedroom. "Good morning, darling," he whispered, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against my forehead, then anoth

OLIVIA The afternoon sun began its slow tilt toward the horizon, painting the sleek lines of the penthouse in rich shades of amber and bronze. After the emotional whirlwind of reconnecting with my friends, the quiet that settled over us felt grounding. I was still tucked securely against Adrian’s side on the leather sofa, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek a steady anchor. Adrian’s large hand was idly playing with the silver hair tie on his wrist, a habit he only picked up when he was deep in thought. Slowly, his fingers migrated up to trace the curve of my shoulder, his touch light but intensely possessive. "Olivia," he murmured, his deep baritone rumbling against my ear. "Hmm?" I shifted slightly, tilting my head back to look up at his sharp, angular profile. "Now that the ghosts of the past are settled, and your friends know you’re back..." He paused, his dark eyes dropping to meet mine with an uncharacteristic layer of gentle curiosity. "What is it

OLIVIAThe soft, familiar pressure of lips against my jaw slowly pulled me from the depths of a deep, dreamless sleep. I stirred, a contented hum escaping my throat as the scent of cedar, fresh rain, and expensive coffee enveloped my senses.I opened my eyes to find Adrian hovering over me. The morning sun was pouring through the sheer curtains, reflecting off the crisp, pristine fabric of his white dress shirt. He was already fully dressed for the day—his dark waistcoat tailored to perfection, his tie knotted flawlessly, and that unyielding, clinical mask of the Vesper CEO firmly in place.But the moment he saw my eyes flutter open, the sharp lines around his mouth softened, a quiet warmth bleeding into his dark pupils."Good morning, darling," he murmured, leaning down to press a brief, lingering kiss to my lips.I sat up, stretching my arms over my head as the silk sheet pooled around my waist. A bright, sleepy smile broke across my face. "Good morning. You're up early. Are you alr