Semua Bab Married to Him, Saved by his Brother: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Amelia's POV “I should fucking murder that bastard” Lucas muttered under his breath, so quietly I wouldn't have heard it if my head had pounded just a little louder. Another tear drop escaped so fast I didn't even notice it fall until cold hard fingers tilted my chin up and wiped at the little stream gently. My breath hitched as I tried to sniff back the upcoming stream of tears that welled up in my eyes. At the same time, I was trying to no avail to avoid his gaze. “Amelia…” he trailed off and my heart skipped a loud beat. He just called me by my name. “You probably hate me now…” I murmured, choking on my tears while I tried to pull away from his hold on my chin, but he wouldn't budge. “Hate you? Why would I hate you, Amelia?” He asked and I finally met his gaze head on. “Because I keep crying like a total pushover?” I responded and he let out a sigh that only made me more anxious. “Now why would you think that?” Lucas asked, smoothing his thumb over my wet chin. “

Amelia's POV Time seemed to slow as my hand lingered against his mouth, keeping him in check, or so I thought. Except, our faces were so close and I, as much as I try to deny it, could feel my pulse jump. Just then, I heard movements from where Damian was and my hand snapped back to its initial position, on the table. But Lucas wasn't done with me. Not even in the least. He leaned towards me and I leaned back instinctively, my pulse thumping hard beneath my thick skin that's always reduced to sand paper whenever he’s close. “What? Scared to let him see how comfortable you are when you have your hands all over me?” He asked, his voice a flattering whisper. I pulled my knees together, so hard, you'll think I was fighting a world war battle beneath the table. “Why would I be?” I whispered back, getting apprehensive as he leaned closer while Damian also slowly got into my line of sight. “Because he's your husband and no matter how much you try not to care, you still can't

Amelia's POV I thought I heard a sound on my door. More or less a knock, or maybe just a tap, followed by the sound of the knob squeaking. But after turning my attention to the door, with all senses calm and heightened, there was no other movement, so I just shrugged it off. Or at least I tried to. But then unease wouldn't let me do that with a clear mind, so I went to the door to check it out myself, all assumptions out of the way. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, but there was no one at the entrance. I peeped out, my gaze swiping left and right just to meet utter emptiness, so I sighed and shut the door back with a frustrated click of the locks. But as I turned to go back to my bed, I heard another sickening tap from the windows. This time, I couldn't just ignore it with a roll of my eyes, because it wasn't just one fleeting tap. The sounds grew bolder, but the crossing line? It was when I heard that sliding crack of the dumb glass I'd refused to lock since morn

Lucas' POV The orgasm hit Amelia so hard, her eyes rolled back, hard, her legs quivering relentlessly. She was scared that her scream would travel through the doors so she bit her lips mid-scream, choking on all the sensation that ran through her body while she kept soaking my fingers like a good fucking girl. She looked so pretty, I could barely restrain myself from taking her right there against the damn door until every single soul within these walls realized who she belonged to. I moved my fingers inside her and she jerked, whimpering silently from overstimulation. I wanted her to hear her scream, those tempting, nerve wrecking screams of hers. But I don't think I was willing to trade anything for this struggling version of her. The side of her that wants to sob and scream so hard but is holding back for the sake of heavens knows what. “Lucas…” she trailed off, voice shaky and pleading. I moved again, thrusting and rubbing her hard. “What happened to not caring abo

Amelia's POV “What did you just say?” Damian demanded, his tone turning ice cold because a tip off that could cause the entire board to ask for an explanation couldn't be anything trivial. My gaze traveled from the anger that marred Damian’s face to the restlessness on Gabriela's face and I swear, it took every single control in my body to keep myself from laughing out loud. “Damian… you know I wouldn't do anything to cause problems or setbacks for the pack or the company. Trust me, and don't let any of it get to you.” Gabriela muttered gently, in her quest to lighten the air, and a snort slipped out of me so fast I didn't see it coming. They all turned to face me, but my face had changed to a nasty glare from the initial snort they thought they would meet there. “What? Looking at my face won't make tip offs disappear. Maybe Gabriela's assurance will.” I said flatly and went back to the fridge without waiting to see their reactions. “Jeremiah, what are the tip offs about?” I