Craving My Sister’s Hot Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Seraphina“This isn’t a good time.” Dominic’s tone is clipped. “Whatever it is can wait.”“Unfortunately, it can’t. Elena’s hospital in Switzerland needs medical records transferred before they can proceed with her treatment protocol. They require authorization from next of kin, and Elena has been trying to reach you both. Your phones appear to be off.”I close my eyes. The medical transfer. Elena would need her records for the Swiss doctors.“I’ll come down,” I call, and start down the stairs before Dominic can argue.Chloe’s eyes widen slightly when she sees me. I know what she’s seeing. Pale. Exhausted. Devastated. The face of someone who’s just lost everything.“Seraphina.” She recovers quickly. “Are you alright? You look unwell.”“I’m fine.” The lie tastes like ash. “Just a stomach bug. You have documents?”She holds out a leather folder. “Standard medical records release. The Swiss facility needs Elena’s complete medical history to properly coordinate her treatment. She’s been c

Dominic “What I’ve always wanted.” He stands too, straightening his already perfect tie. “Success. Prosperity. To win.”“Adrian.” He pauses at the door when I speak again. “You might want to have a conversation with your assistant. Chloe. About being mindful of comments and accusations she makes. Professionalism matters, even in difficult times.”A cocky grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Was that really an accusation?” Adrian’s expression is mild. “Or just an observation? But that’s not my business. Whatever you’re doing with your wife’s sister is between you and your conscience. I’m here for business. Only business.”The casual way he says it. The acknowledgment that he knows. That he’s always known.“There is no more business.” The words taste like failure. “Not after this. The company is—”“Struggling. Yes. Which is why I’m prepared to offer you a loan. Personal loan. Enough to stabilize your position and maintain your lifestyle while we restructure.” He names a fi

Elena“I want an offer on the lake house by end of week.” I adjust the phone against my ear, settling deeper into the lounger. The Swiss sun is warm on my skin, and I’m in no hurry. “Sell it quietly. No public listing. The money goes directly into the offshore account.”My real estate agent hesitates. “Mrs. Ashcroft, are you certain? That property has significant sentimental value, and in the current market—”“I’m certain. Handle it.” I end the call before she can protest further.Sentimental value. How quaint. That house represents everything Dominic and I were supposed to build together. Our future. Our dreams. All those promises made before I discovered him fucking my sister in our kitchen.I take a sip of wine, expensive and cold, and stare at the mountains rising in the distance. Beautiful. Indifferent. Perfect.The lake house will sell for over a million. Added to everything else I’m systematically stripping from him, it’s just another piece of the empire I’m building on h

Seraphina“Hold on.” It’s the only warning he gives before he starts fucking me in earnest.Deep, punishing thrusts, hard, furious, unrelenting… each one slamming so deep it knocks the breath from my lungs and makes the desk shudder violently beneath us. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, louder than my broken cries.I’m sobbing now, not from pain but from how devastatingly good it feels, how he’s splitting me open and filling every empty, aching place inside me. Tears stream hot down my cheeks, trailing into my hairline, matting the strands against my temples as my head tips back helplessly.“Touch yourself.” His voice is gravelly, breathless, almost savage. “Make yourself come while I fuck you apart.”My trembling fingers find my clit, already swollen, oversensitive, and I rub frantically, matching the brutal rhythm he’s setting. Every brutal plunge forces a fresh gush from me. I’m squirting with almost every thrust now, slick heat soaking his thighs, dripping down his bal

DominicThe house is dark when I pull into the driveway. Not completely dark, though. There’s a soft glow coming from the windows. Candlelight maybe. I kill the engine and sit for a moment, trying to process what I’m seeing.Did Seraphina forget to turn on the lights? Is something wrong?I grab my briefcase and head inside, and the moment I open the door, I freeze.A romantic setup. Flower petals, Candles everywhere. On the mantle, the coffee table, the entry table. Dozens of them cast warm light throughout the room. Music is playing softly from somewhere. Something instrumental I don’t recognize. And the smell of cooking. Something rich and savory that makes my stomach remind me I haven’t eaten since breakfast.“Seraphina?”She appears in the doorway to the dining room wearing a champagne silk robe that catches the candlelight. Her hair is down in soft waves. Her makeup is subtle but makes her eyes look impossibly large. And she’s smiling with a nervousness that makes her look younge