Forbidden: Claimed by My Ex's Father and Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 381 - チャプター 390

Joella’s POV He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed in one rough motion. Before I could catch my breath he flipped me onto my hands and knees, ass up, back arched, the silk sheets cool against my palms. He stood at the edge, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangling in my hair and pulling just hard enough to make my scalp sting. He lined his cock up with my dripping entrance and slammed into me in one hard thrust. I cried out at the sudden, brutal fullness, the stretch intense after Callum had just filled me. “Fuck, listen to that,” Cavern growled, holding my hair tight as he started fucking me hard and fast. His hips snapped forward, the slap of skin on skin loud and filthy, cum and my own wetness making every thrust wetter. “Poor needy girl. Still so tight even after my brother came in you. This greedy little cunt just keeps taking more.” Callum moved onto the bed in front of me and knelt, cock still half-hard and shiny with my release and his own cum. He

Joella’s POV I nodded, still a little breathless. “Yeah.” He kissed me again, slower this time, tongue sliding against mine like he had all morning. When he pulled back his eyes were dark and warm. “You taste like you,” he said quietly. “Cavern already had his breakfast, didn’t he?” My cheeks heated. “He did.” Callum smiled, slow and knowing. “Greedy bastard.” He glanced over my shoulder at his brother, then back at me. “You hungry for actual food, or do you want more of what you just had?” Cavern moved past us and poured coffee into three mugs. The kitchen smelled like bacon and toast. He set a mug in front of me and leaned against the counter, watching us with that calm, satisfied look. “She came nice and easy,” Cavern said, voice low. “Still sensitive. You should taste her after we eat.” Callum’s hand slid lower on my waist, thumb brushing the bare skin under the hem of the shirt. “I plan to.” He turned back to the stove but kept one arm around me, holding me against his sid

Joella’s POV I walked across the office on shaky legs, the heels of my shoes soft against the carpet. My heart was still racing from what we had just done under the desk, from the way his assistant had stood right there while I had my mouth on him. I turned the lock and heard the soft click. When I looked back, Cavern was watching me from behind the desk, sleeves still rolled, eyes dark. I walked back to him with a slow smile. He stayed where he was, one hand resting on the edge of the desk. “Bend over,” he said, the command quiet but firm. I held his gaze as I reached under my skirt and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties. I slid them down my thighs and stepped out of them without looking away. The air felt cool against my bare skin. I held the damp fabric out to him. “Give them to me.” I placed them in his hand. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply, eyes closing for a second. A low sound left his throat. “F*ck,” he muttered. “You’re soaked.” I turn

Joella’s POVI was halfway through shutting down my laptop and gathering my things when the knock came. Soft, almost casual, two quick taps against the wood. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Still ten minutes before I usually left for lunch. Most of the floor had already cleared out. The hallway outside my office was quiet.“Come in,” I called, already reaching for my bag.The door opened and Callum stepped inside.He closed it behind him with a soft click. He was dressed simply—black button-down with the sleeves rolled once at the cuffs, black slacks that fit him too well. His hair was a little messy, like he’d run a hand through it on the way over. The top button of his shirt was undone. He looked good. Unfairly good. The kind of good that made my stomach do a small, traitorous flip before I could stop it. He smelled like his cologne and something warmer underneath, something that was just him.He smiled, that easy, slightly crooked smile that always made him look like he was alr

Joella’s POVWe finally finished our dessert.Callum ate his slice of cake like a man with no problems in the world. Slow. Happy. Watching me the whole time. When he was done with his, he reached over with his fork and took a piece of mine.“Excuse me,” I said. “That’s mine.”“I know.” He put it in his mouth and chewed. “It tastes better because it’s yours.”“That doesn’t even make sense.”“It makes perfect sense.” He leaned back in his chair, licking a little bit of frosting off his bottom lip. Slowly. Very slowly. My eyes followed his tongue before my brain could stop them. “Everything I steal from you tastes better.”My face went hot.He noticed. Of course he noticed. That crooked smile came out, the one that made him look like he knew exactly what I was thinking and found it adorable.“You’re blushing, Asteraki.”“It’s the sun.”“We’re under an awning.”“It’s a very strong sun.”He laughed. A real laugh. It made the woman at the next table look over at us and smile, like she knew