All Chapters of Craved By My Fiance's Brother (An Erotic Billionaire Romance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Slade’s voice is gravel wrapped in velvet when he finally speaks the words that have been simmering between us all night.“I’m going to make you come so hard you forget every other name but mine.”The promise lands in my ears loud enough it makes my pulse slam against my throat. Before I can answer him, or even draw in any breath, he moves.His strong hands grip beneath my thighs and he lifts me out of the water as though I weigh nothing. Cool night air kisses my wet skin, raising goosebumps in violent waves. He sets me on the tiled edge of the pool with deliberate care, but there’s nothing gentle in the way his palms press my knees apart, opening me wide under the stars.“Slade…” His name escapes on a broken gasp, half plea, half surrender.He doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead he drops to his knees on the top step, water still streaming off his broad shoulders, darkening the stone beneath him. His mouth finds the inside of my left thigh f

NATHANIEL’S POV::I drive straight into the street that feels quieter than it should for this end of town.I glance to the right, sighting J-Tech shop that sits wedged between a noisy barbing salon and a shuttered boutique on a side street that smells faintly of burnt motor oil and well cooked street foods. From the outside it looks unremarkable, with a faded sign reading J-TECH SOLUTIONS. Windows are papered over with old promo posters for phone repairs and antivirus software. Exactly the kind of place people walk past without a second glance.Mom’s voice echoes in my head as I turn the wheel: *“You’re overthinking this, Nathaniel.”* She’d never believe I’m sitting outside this shop right now.I don’t care though.What if I’m not overthinking anything? What if I listen to her and just sit back and watch everything I’ve built—Meeka included, quietly unravel?No way.I park a few spaces down, step out, and tug my cuffs straight before crossing the pavement. The bell above the door gi

SLADE'S POV::It feels quite colder here at the rooftop now that the thrill has faded and the whiskey is only half effective. I lean my forearms against the rough edge of the parapet again, the cigarette forgotten between my fingers until the burn stings my knuckles.Without looking, I flick it over the side. The ember spirals down, a brief orange spark swallowed by darkness.My hair is still damp from the shower I had few minutes ago. I didn’t bother to dry it properly; I just ran a towel over it twice and gave up. Now it curls slightly at the nape of my neck, cold against my skin. I pulled on loose black sweats and skipped the shirt. The night air doesn’t bother me.My skin still remembers the heat of her body against mine downstairs by the pool. The way she arched and shook, saying my name like it was the only word left on her lips. If I close my eyes, I can still taste chlorine and melted ice at the back of my throat.She’s asleep in

Rafe is the one who breaks the silence. “Well,” he exhales slowly, leaning back on his heels, “that’s one way to spend a Friday night.” I don’t laugh.The city stretches beneath us, glittering and indifferent. Wind skims across the rooftop, sharp and cool, but it does nothing to quiet the noise in my head.Rafe glances up at me from beneath his lashes. “Do you want me to shut it down?” I stare at the black screen of her phone for a moment, then shake my head once. “Not yet.” Rafe raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” He slides the device completely into the Faraday sleeve but leaves it unsealed. “So we’re playing?” “I want him to feel at ease. Let him think he's in control.” Rafe studies me intently now. “Comfortable men tend to make messy mistakes.” “You understand.” He nods slowly, then disconnects the wand and begins to pack away the cables with calm efficiency. Once he’s finished, he snaps the case shut but doesn’t get up right away. Instead, he looks at me with an expression that b

MEEKA'S POV::I walk back into the living room, carefully balancing a steaming cup of coffee in one hand while my phone is nestled between my ear and shoulder.“Yes, I understand,” I reply into the phone, pacing slowly toward the couch. “But the space needs to be bright. Natural light is essential for what I'm working on.”The woman on the other end hums thoughtfully, rifling through something that sounds like a file.“We do have a small studio space available downtown,” she says. “It has large windows and an open layout. It could be suitable for your design setup.”My heart lifts a bit at that.“That sounds promising,” I say softly. “Could you send me the details along with exterior and interior photos of the place?”“Of course. I’ll forward everything to your email.”“Thank you.”I hang up and finally sink into the couch, exhaling slowly as I bring the coffee to my lips.The warmth spreads th