All Chapters of Married to Him, Saved by his Brother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amelia's POV That was literally the most brutal scene I've ever witnessed in my entire life and I don't even know if I should be relieved that Lucas could defend himself so effortlessly or terrified that he killed someone so gruesomely without a single form of remorse or regret. That's even saying too much because there wasn't so much as a flinch when he dragged that needle out of the guy's eyes and also none when he stabbed him in the neck and murdered him in cold blood. Everyone in the room looked scared out of their fucking skin, even down to Damian. He literally had his jaw in the fucking ground for the past three minutes. The only person who looked slightly normal was former Alpha Victor and it's kind of giving me the vibe of a father that knows his son too well to be surprised by anything he does. But I knew that was very far from the truth obviously. The arguments they just had right in front of me weren't the kind a son would have with his father unless they really h

Amelia's POV The tension remained thickly in the air even after former Alpha Victor and Elena left. No one was ready to break the silence until Lucas turned to Gabriela, who was standing right beside Damian, standing glued to him like it could somehow add to her lifespan. But maybe it could… because Lucas' glare on her was so scary anyone would actually shrink visibly. “Why the fuck are you still standing there?” Lucas demanded, his jaw flexing as he took a threatening step forward, closer to her. She took a step back, visibly clinging to Damian now. And he did what he always does. He held her closer to himself, matching Lucas' stern glare with his own as he stepped in front of her. “What is it to you, if she's still standing here? She lives here in case you don't remember. And if there's one person who absolutely doesn't belong here, it's you, Lucas.” he said, raising a questioning brow at him. Lucas took another threatening step forward, and I caught his hands fisting

Amelia's POV “You’re not going to hurt me, Lucas.” I told him while standing in front of him with my arms open wide to stop him from leaving the room. I didn't know where the conviction came from, but it was there. Even when I recalled the words he said when he made it clear that he won't be able to avoid hurting me somehow, even if not physically, I still stood there, my mind completely made up. I didn't have much time left anyway, and in all his years of living like a walking corpse, I was the only person that made him feel something different from the numbness he was used to. Putting this off would only leave both of us with regrets in the end and I didn't want to have any regrets. It was the only reason I wanted to set everything straight before it's too late. I knew how it feels to see the tiniest ray of light in the utter darkness you were once used to, only for that light to be yanked away from you in the most brutal way possible. It would be inevitable in Lucas' c

Amelia's POV I couldn't think. Couldn't even form a coherent statement. And you can't even blame me because there was nothing logical or coherent about how hard I'm been fucked right now. The only sounds that filled my ears were ones of skin slapping, hard, rhythmically and so fucking deep with each thrust hitting that one spot inside me that made my toes curl and my legs tremble uncontrollably. I was only allowed to feel. Feel how good he was stretching me, filling me up, and ruining me all over again. I could feel his fingers digging desperately into my hips, like he could somehow take more of me if he did that and I didn't stop him either. There was only one fragile line between pain and intense pleasure as the sting of his fingers holding my hips in place and the occasional spanks he inflicted on me blended in a perfect mix with the pleasure that came with him inside me, marking every inch of me like nothing else mattered more to him. But with each passing minute

Amelia's POV “You want me to find a way to end the investigation for Gabriela? Is that what you're telling me right now?” I asked and he nodded once, beaming because I seemed to understand him perfectly. “And why is that, Damian? Because you believe she's so dainty she can't ever be the culprit?” I asked, genuinely curious because I honestly couldn't understand how a man could be this shameless. “It's not like you're hurt or anything, Amelia. You didn't get hurt and you're perfectly fine. It's unnecessary to cause all this drama when you were only locked up in a restroom for a few hours.” He said at once, seemingly trying to justify why canceling the investigation at her turn sounded like the perfect thing to do. “What right do you have to tell me how I feel, Damian? Are you the fucking doctor? How would you know if I'm fine as you claim?” I asked, still not believing that he actually said that to me, like I was less of a person than Gabriela. “I'm looking at you right now though