Craving My Sister’s Hot Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

SeraphinaMy phone rings while I’m staring at the ceiling, bored out of my mind. Dominic left for work hours ago to check on his investment, and the house feels too big and too empty.Unknown number.“Hello?”“Seraphina? This is Kael. Kael Morrison, from Lincoln High.”I sit up, surprised. “Kael? Wow, it’s been years.”“I know, right? I’m back in town for a while and thought I’d reach out to some old friends. Would you want to grab coffee? Catch up?”I hesitate. Should I? I’m with Dominic now. But it’s just an old friend. Nothing wrong with coffee. And I’m going insane alone in this house with nothing but grief and worry for company.“Sure, that sounds nice.”He sends me the location of a restaurant downtown. Something casual but nice. I get dressed in jeans and a sweater, nothing special, and drive there feeling lighter than I have in weeks.Kael is already at a table when I arrive. He stands when he sees me, and I barely recognize him. He’s taller than I remember, filled out, with a

DominicI make it fifteen miles before I turn the car around. I am not able to calm the fuck down. I don’t see any reason to be calm. Because the image of that bastard’s hand on her arm is burned into my brain, and I need to do something about it before I lose my damn mind completely.The house is still dark when I pull into the driveway. I don’t bother being quiet. Let her hear me coming.She’s in the living room when I walk in, still wearing that dress. The one that showed too much. The one she wore for him.“I’m not talking to you,” she says without looking at me.I cross the room in three strides and grab her face, forcing her to look at me. “Then don’t talk.”I kiss her hard. Punishing. My other hand tangles in her hair and yanks her head back so I can deepen it. She makes a sound of protest that turns into something else, and then she’s kissing me back just as hard, her nails digging into my arms.When I pull away, we’re both breathing hard.“You’re mine,” I say against her mout

ElenaThe hotel suite in Zurich overlooks the lake, all floor-to-ceiling windows and expensive minimalism. I’m standing at the bar cart pouring two glasses of Dom Pérignon when Jennifer comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but one of the hotel robes.“Is it done?” I ask without turning around.“Completely.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “The SEC filing went through an hour ago. The investment is officially worthless. Eleven million dollars gone in a single morning.”I turn around and hand her a glass, letting myself look at her properly. Dark hair still damp from the shower. That sharp intelligence in her eyes that first caught my attention two years ago when Dominic hired her as his PA.Back when I was still pretending to be the devoted wife.“To ruining Dominic Ashcroft,” I raise my glass.She touches hers to mine with a soft clink. “To watching everything he built burn to the ground.”We drink, and the champagne tastes like victory.“Tell me exactly what happened

SeraphinaDominic hasn’t moved in ten minutes.He’s still standing at the kitchen table, staring at the phone where Elena’s face was moments ago. His hands are braced on the edge of the table, knuckles white, and I can see the muscle ticking in his jaw.He looks destroyed.Not angry. Not calculating his next move like he usually does when things go wrong.Just…broken.“Dominic.” My voice comes out smaller than I intend. “Say something.”He doesn’t respond. Doesn’t even look at me.The silence stretches until I can’t bear it anymore. I stand up from the chair, my legs shaky, and walk over to him.“We’ll figure this out,” I say, putting my hand on his arm. “We’ll—”“Figure what out?” His voice is hollow. “She took everything, Seraphina. Everything. There’s nothing left to figure out.”“That’s not true.”“Isn’t it?” He finally looks at me, and the emptiness in his eyes makes my chest tighten. “No money. No house. No company. And in less than two weeks, men who break bones for a living ar

Dominic“Harder,” she demands, voice cracking. “Fuck me like you hate the world.”I do. I grip her hips with bruising force and pound into her, each thrust rattling her body against the floor. Her tits bounce with every impact, nipples hard and red. The divorce papers flutter on the table, some on the floor like mocking confetti. Elena’s smug voice still rings in my skull. It all pours into my cock, into every savage stroke.“She thinks she won,” Seraphina gasps between thrusts, her cunt clenching like a fist around me. “She thinks she fucking destroyed us.”“She didn’t.” I slam in so deep I feel her cervix, feel her whole body jolt. “We’re still here. Still fucking fighting.”“Still fucking on her kitchen floor.” Her laugh is jagged, almost manic. “Still taking what we want.”I slow just enough to meet her eyes. “She can take the money. The house. The company. But she can’t take this.”“Never.” Her fingers twist in my hair, yanking my mouth to hers in a kiss that’s all violence.Then