All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 281 - Chapter 289

Maya’s POV “Don’t listen. Just don’t.”I said it out loud to the dark like the empty apartment might obey me.It didn’t.The shower had already run for twelve minutes. I counted because I had nothing else to do on my first night in this cheap box. Water hit tile. A man hummed something low and off-key. Then the water cut. A cabinet slammed. The television came on too loud and got turned down.I was still standing in the middle of my bedroom with one sock on when the real sound started.A groan.Not the TV. Not a stretch. The kind of sound a man makes when his hand is already on his cock and he has stopped pretending he is only adjusting.I froze with my palm on the shared wall.“Fuck,” he said, voice rough, right against the plaster. “Yeah.”My mouth went dry.I should have put music on. I should have gone to the kitchen and made the instant coffee I bought at the corner store. I should have done anything except press my ear closer until the paint was cold against my cheek.I pressed

Maya’s POV “Don’t open it again.” I said it to myself with my forehead on the door and the chain still swinging. I opened it anyway, just enough to stare at the empty hallway. His door was already shut. The tool he had not needed was gone. The building smelled like damp concrete and someone else’s dinner. I locked up. I put on underwear this time. I sat on the edge of my bed and waited for the quiet to break. It broke after midnight. A woman’s laugh came through the plaster first. Soft. Then not soft. I stood up so fast the mattress sighed. “Nate,” she said, and my stomach dropped. I knew that voice was not mine. I knew the way she said his name was already wet. I put both palms on the wall. The bedframe hit a second later. Harder than the nights he had been alone. A body got pinned. I heard skin. I heard the wet punch of a first thrust. I heard her gasp like he had filled her in one go. “Fuck,” she whimpered. “You’re big. Wait. Wait.” He did not wait. The rhythm starte

Juniper.“You’re staying the whole week, Juniper. I already told Mom you were.”Lila said it like a warning, not a welcome. She kissed my cheek too hard and looked past me at the driveway like she hoped someone better had come with me.“I have a ticket back Sunday,” I said.“No you don’t. Your place still smells like floodwater and you told me you were broke until January. You’re here. Smile.”The house swallowed the rest of the argument. Pine. Woodsmoke. Too much heat. Adrian was already coming down the hall in a black sweater with the sleeves pushed up, silver at his temples, looking at me the way a man looks at a problem he has already decided to solve.“Give me the bag,” he said.“I can carry it.”“I didn’t ask if you could.”His fingers closed over mine on the handle. For a second we both held it. His skin was warm. His thumb dragged once across my knuckle like he was checking the texture. Then he took the suitcase and put his other hand on the small of my back to steer me inside

Juniper. “Open it.” Adrian first. Then Cade’s voice right behind him. Then Ronan, quieter, already done waiting. I sat up with yesterday’s sweater still on and last night’s mess still dried on my thighs. Three knocks had not been a dream. I crossed the room on legs that did not want to work and turned the handle. They filled the doorway. Adrian had coffee he was not drinking. Cade’s hair was wet. Ronan looked like he had not slept. For one long second nobody moved. Then they all looked at me the same way at the same time, and the secret I had been carrying since Saturday morning cracked open in their faces. Cade laughed once, ugly. “You have to be fucking kidding me.” Adrian stepped in. “Inside. Now. All of you.” Ronan shut the door. Locked it. The click sounded too loud. I backed up until my calves hit the bed. “Say it,” Cade said. “I want to hear you admit it before I decide what I am going to do.” “You already know.” “Say it anyway.” My voice came out thin. “Adrian had