Pleasured By My Elder Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

A strangled sound escaped her throat."Tell me." His thumb pressed harder against her lip. "Tell me what you were thinking about.""I can't.....""Yes, you can." He leaned in, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel his breath. "Tell me whose name you were screaming when you came."She made a broken sound, half sob, half moan.Because he knew. Somehow, he knew."Say it," he commanded softly. "Say my name.""Damien." It came out as barely a whisper."Again.""Damien." Louder now. Desperate.His hand slid from her face down to her throat, not squeezing, just resting there. Possessive. Claiming."Do you know how long I've waited to hear you say my name like that?" His lips brushed the shell of her ear. "How many nights I've imagined it?"This couldn't be happening. This had to be a dream. Or a nightmare."We can't...." she tried."Can't we?" He pulled back just enough to look at her face. "You're not my sister, Lyra. Not anymore. There's nothing standing between us now."Except a th

From across the room, Lyra saw Karla's jaw tighten almost imperceptibly."We will, of course, be adding Karla to the family trust and ensuring she has everything she needs," Victor continued. "But you are not being displaced, Lyra. Do you understand?"She nodded mutely, not trusting her voice."There will be legal paperwork," Victor said. "Public statements to manage the media. And we'll need to discuss how we want to handle this within the company and our social circles. But the bottom line is this: we now have two daughters. Both loved. Both welcome. Both Nightbanes."Isabelle pulled away from Karla and came to Lyra, kneeling in front of her chair. "Sweetheart, look at me."Lyra forced herself to meet her mother's.....Isabelle's eyes."You are my daughter," Isabelle said fiercely. "I held you when you were born. I fed you and changed you and rocked you to sleep. I was there for your first word, your first step, your first day of school. I held your hand through every nightmare and c

Then he remembered her chat messages from last night. The explicit fantasies she'd described. The way she'd begged, even through text, for him to touch her, claim her, ruin her.She wanted this. Maybe not the family drama, but she wanted him. Had wanted him for years.He was just removing the obstacles. Clearing the path.If she got hurt in the process... well, he'd be there to put her back together.On his terms.Damien's thoughts drifted back to the library encounter this morning.The way she'd trembled when he'd touched her. The gasp she'd made when he'd cupped her breast. The desperate whimper when he'd pressed his cock against her stomach, letting her feel exactly what she did to him.She'd been so close to surrendering right there. He'd seen it in her eyes...the war between fear and desire, between what she thought she should do and what she desperately wanted.If he'd pushed just a little harder, he could have taken her. Right there against the window. She would have let him.B

The words were sympathetic, understanding.But underneath them, Lyra heard: You were lucky. You had everything I should have had."I'm sorry you went through that," Lyra said."It's not your fault." Karla smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "You couldn't have known. Neither of us could. We were just... babies who got mixed up. It's not like either of us asked for this."True. But the way Karla said it made Lyra feel guilty anyway."What will you do now?" Lyra asked. "Will you stay here? At the estate?""For a while, I think. Dad and Mom have been so welcoming. They want me to get to know the family, understand the business." Karla's expression turned hopeful. "Actually, I was hoping... maybe you could help with that? Show me around? Introduce me to people?"The request was reasonable. Friendly, even.But something about it made Lyra's skin prickle with warning."I'm sure we can arrange something," Lyra said noncommittally."That would be wonderful!" Karla brightened. "And mayb

Damien stood outside Lyra's door for the second night in a row, phone in hand, reading the messages she'd just sent to DarkVeil.Stop fighting what you want, Lyra. Life's too short. And you've already lost so much. Don't lose this too.He'd typed those words thirty seconds ago, standing less than six feet away from her.The irony was delicious.She had no idea he was right here. No idea that the man she was pouring her heart out to was the same man she was desperately trying not to want.Through the door, he could hear her moving around. The creak of bedsprings as she sat down. The soft sigh she made.Was she touching herself again? Thinking about him while she read his words?His cock hardened at the thought.He wanted to open that door. Wanted to walk in and show her exactly what he could do to her. Make every fantasy she'd ever typed to him a reality.But patience. He needed patience.She was close to breaking. So close. One more push and she'd shatter completely.And when she did,