All Chapters of Bound to My Sister's Billionaire Crush: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

- SIERRADesmond positioned himself between my legs, his hands holding my thighs apart as he looked down at me with an intensity that made my heart race. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me, a promise of the pleasure that was yet to come."Please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. "I need you.""You smell so good, Sierra," he said, his voice a low growl as he leaned down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but respond with a passion that matched his own.As he kissed me, I felt him shift, and then I felt the slow, deliberate press of his cock against my entrance. I held my breath, my body tensing in anticipation of the penetration that would finally give me the release I craved."Relax, baby," he murmured against my lips. "Let me in.""Please," I cut him off, my fingers tightening in his hair. "Be gentle."He remained silent.With a slow, steady push, he entered me, stretching me wide as

- DESMONDThe silence in the penthouse was the loudest noise I’d ever heard. When the elevator doors slid shut, the emptiness rushed back in, filling every corner of the massive, empty room. I stood by the window, watching the city wake up below, but all I could see was the reflection of a man who looked like a stranger. My reflection showed tired eyes, a jaw shadowed by stubble, and an expression dangerously close to lost.For the first time in my adult life, I had no idea what the hell I was doing.Last night… last night had been a disaster. A catastrophic, beautiful disaster. I hadn't meant for it to happen, but the moment she’d stood there, all defiant fire and wounded eyes, something inside me had just snapped. All the walls I’d spent a decade building, all the carefully constructed control, had just crumbled to dust. I’d seen her leaving, and the panic was so absolute, so primal, that I’d acted on pure instinct.And the instinct was not to let her go.My hands curled into fists

- SIERRAI couldn't even make it past the clinic lobby. My stomach took one look at the vending machine in the corner, smelled the faint hint of stale coffee, and decided it was done playing nice.I bolted for the bathroom, slamming my weight against the heavy wooden door of the first empty stall. I barely got my knees onto the tile before the dry heaves hit. There was nothing even in my stomach to bring up, just bitter acid and raw panic that tore at the back of my throat. I leaned back on the wall for a good five minutes, my forehead resting against the cold metal partition, just trying to force air back into my lungs."Fucking hell," I whispered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.Once the room stopped tilting, I unzipped the inner lining of my leather tote bag and pulled out the small, heavy black burner phone Grandpa Lorenzo had smuggled to me three months ago. No tracker, no digital footprint, completely encrypted. My hands were still shaking as I punched in the only num

- SIERRAThe glass in this penthouse was thick enough to deflect a bullet, but it didn't do a damn thing against the cold.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the master bedroom, staring down at the gray New York streets. Thirty floors down, the city looked like a massive, mechanical playground. To anyone else, the black sedan idling near the hydrant three blocks away was just another livery car waiting for a corporate executive. But I knew the way Grandpa’s guys parked, always nose-out, ready to clear the intersection the second a light changed.They were there. A three-block lifeline. Just as Grandpa said.The burner phone in my robe pocket gave a single, muffled buzz against my thigh. I jumped, pulling it out with a hand that wouldn't stop shaking.Z’s people are pulling the store data from Greenwich. Checking the local feeds. Your window is closing, kid. Move fast.My chest squeezed so tight I could barely get a breath in. Desmond’s tech team was already scraping the floris

- SIERRAThe book was garbage. Some historical romance about a girl waiting around in a castle for a guy who was probably out raiding villages. I’d been staring at the same paragraph for twenty minutes until the words blurred into a messy black smudge under the dim reading lamp.My eyes were getting heavy, and I was just about to fall asleep when the landline on the side table suddenly cut through the quiet like a siren.I jumped, the heavy hardcover slipping out of my fingers and thudding onto the rug. Damn it. My pulse kicked up before I could stop it. I stared at the sleek silver cordless base. Nobody called the penthouse landline. The only people who even had the number were the front desk downstairs and the Zimmermans' inner circle.I glanced toward the hallway. The sliver of light under Desmond’s study door hadn't moved. He usually had his headphones clamped to his head when he was tracking the late-night markets, completely dead to the world.The phone rang a second time. Then