Contractually Yours のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Jem's POV At this point, my mind began to scream at me to move, to stop this, to pay him away, but my body felt frozen under the weight of his presence.Dante stayed close, watching me carefully, as if studying every reaction I made. His voice came low and steady, calm in a way that made everything worse.“Look at you,” he said quietly. “You keep saying no, but your body is telling a completely different story.”I shook my head weakly, trying to deny it, trying to pull myself together, but even that felt difficult.And in that same instant, Dante grabbed my cock again, this time around, it was completely rough and firm.I groaned and slammed my hands against his shoulders to steady myself. And before I could catch my breath, he started moving his hands around my length in a slow, deliberate manner, like he already knew exactly how to break me.He didn’t rush. He never rushed. That was what made it worse.“You’re confused,” he continued, his tone almost patient now, but his hands neve

Mara's POV Cruz froze, taken aback. “What the hell was that?” he asked, his tone shifting instantly.I turned to him, my eyes blazing. “What does it look like? I’m not in the mood, so fuck off, dickhead.”He let out a short laugh, disbelief written all over his face. “Not in the mood? You’re the one who asked me to come over that you were horny and here I am, and…” he choked, “...and you're suddenly not in the mood—?”I didn’t hold back, I turned around and snapped, “Yes, I’m telling you that I’m not in the fucking mood anymore! Is that supposed to be a crime?” I shot back.Cruz was completely stunned by the change in my behaviour.Just a few moments ago, I was dripping wet and was so into it that we almost had sex in the living room couch, not until my uncle walked in on us and stopped it.Now, I’m suddenly cold and distant, and he clearly can’t understand why.Cruz stared at me for a moment, then ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You can’t just switch up like that, Mara.

Dante's POV After dressing up and helping Jem change into something a little smaller, it still didn’t fit him perfectly, but at least it didn’t swallow him whole like the previous hoodie had.After all that, we stepped out of the room to join the rest of the family for dinner.Once we were all seated in the dining room, the table was already set, the food arranged neatly, and the maids had just finished placing the last dishes before stepping away.My mother sat beside me, calm as always, while I remained at the head of the table. Jem sat next to me, stiff and tense, like he didn’t even know how to breathe properly in that moment. It was obvious. Anyone paying attention could see it.Then Mara came down from upstairs.Her steps were steady at first, but the moment she reached the last step and her eyes landed on Jem, she suddenly stopped. It was subtle, but I caught it immediately. Something shifted in her expression, something quick and sharp, like she had just seen something she

Jem's POV The moment Dante finally left the room, everything changed.It didn’t really become “peaceful” like it should have. It just turned into that kind of silence that makes you suddenly aware of everything—like even breathing feels a bit too loud. The only sounds left were the soft clinking of spoons and plates, and the faint tapping of Mara’s fingers as she kept typing nonstop on her phone. It wasn’t loud, but somehow it filled the entire space.I stayed seated for a moment, but I didn’t feel settled. I felt exposed in a way, like I suddenly didn’t belong there anymore. Dante leaving the house had taken away the only sense of ease I had managed to build, and now I was left alone with everything I was still trying to understand.Honestly, I just sat there thinking for a second, why does it feel like I’m the only one who doesn’t belong in this room right now? Even the chair under me felt different, like it had quietly reminded me that I was still just a guest in this house, not

Dante's POV “I wasn’t planning anything,” Jem said carefully. “I was just… looking. Researching.” he added slowly, but finally.“Researching how to re-enter the police academy,” I said. “How to clear your name. How to apply for law enforcement scholarships.”I paused slightly. “I read every tab, Jem.”Jem said nothing, so I continued again;“I also know it wasn’t the first time you thought about it,” I continued. “You’ve been carrying this long before you walked through my gate. The idea of going back. Reclaiming what Mara took from you.”At the mention of that single name, Jem's head snapped up instantly.“Yes,” I said evenly. “I know she’s the reason your academy career ended. I know about the investigation. I know about the scholarship. I know what she did to your name. I’ve known for a while.”Something shifted across Jem’s face as I spoke—shock, maybe, or that quiet unease that came from realizing I had known about his wounds long before he ever found the words to say them aloud.