All Chapters of Pleasured By My Elder Brother: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Damien stood alone in his office after the door closed behind her.For several long moments, he didn't move. He simply stood there in the space where Lyra had been standing just seconds before, his hand still tingling from where he'd touched her, his body still responding to her presence even though she was gone.He should feel satisfied.He'd punished her. He'd made her ache for him. He'd made her admit that she wanted him, that she needed him. He'd proven to her that distance meant nothing, that time meant nothing, that she would always respond to his touch the way she did.But satisfaction wasn't what he felt.Instead, there was something more complicated. Something darker. Something that looked almost like regret, though he would never have admitted to such a thing.He walked over to the window and looked out at Rome stretched out below his office. The city was beautiful in the afternoon light, golden and timeless. But all he could think about was the way her eyes had looked when

LYRA: Something happened today. Something that made me realize how much I might have lost. How much I've already lost.DARKVEIL: Tell me.So she did.She poured out everything....how Damien had looked at her in his office, the way he'd touched her, the things he'd said about her body remembering him. She told him about the coldness in his expression when he'd rejected her. She told him how broken she felt, how devastated, how completely shattered.LYRA: But I know I deserve it. After everything I did, after the way I ran away instead of fighting, I deserve this pain. I deserve his anger.LYRA: But DarkVeil, I don't think I'm as strong as you think I am. Today proved that. What he did today, the way he treated me....the Damien I know would never do that. The Damien I know would never make me cry and then turn me away. He would never be that cruel. And that makes me think that maybe I've already lost him. Maybe the man I fell in love with is gone, and I'm the one who destroyed him.She

She stood outside his office door for only a moment before she lifted her hand and knocked.The soft sound echoed in the quiet hallway. She waited, her heart pounding so hard in her chest that she thought it might break through her ribs."Enter," his voice called from inside.She opened the door and stepped into his office.The first thing she saw was him.He was sitting on his desk...not in his chair, but perched on the edge of the mahogany surface, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was looking directly at her, and his gaze was like a physical touch."You called me," she said, her voice uncertain."Yes, I did," he replied, and the way he said it...low and controlled and absolutely loaded with intention, made her legs feel weak. "Come here, Lyra."It wasn't a request.She walked toward him, each step bringing her closer to the inevitable. By the time she reached him, she could feel the heat radiating from his bod

He pulled back just slightly, enough to see her face, and then he lowered his mouth to her breast again. But this time, when he took her nipple into his mouth, his sucking was harder, more intense. He wanted her to feel him. He wanted to mark her, not physically, but in every other way possible.She cried out his name.It was a sound of pure pleasure, of desperation, of absolute surrender.He released her nipple with a deliberate pop and kissed her mouth again, his hands continuing to caress and play with her breasts. His fingers found her nipples and pulled gently, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger while she writhed beneath him.She was completely lost in sensation.Her hands gripped his shirt, her nails digging into the fabric. Her breathing was ragged. Her body was trembling with need. She was completely at his mercy, and they both knew it.And then his phone rang.The sound cut through the intimacy like a blade.He hesitated for just a moment, clearly debating whether

She looked around her office frantically, searching for anything...a camera, a phone, anything that could have allowed him to know what she was doing. But from where she was sitting, she didn't see anything. There was no hidden camera that she could spot. There was nothing that would explain how he could possibly know that she had been touching herself.But he did know.Somehow, some way, he had known.The thought sent a shiver down her spine.She smoothed her clothes as quickly as she could, making sure that nothing was out of place, making sure that there was no evidence of what she'd just been doing. She straightened her skirt, pulled her shirt down, tried to compose herself.Her heart was still racing.She looked at the message again, reading those words over and over."Don't you dare touch yourself, Lyra."He had been watching. He had to have been watching somehow. Because there was no other way he could have known. No other explanation for it.She looked around her office again,