All Chapters of Pleasured By My Elder Brother: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

All she could think about was Lyra.Lyra coming home.Lyra taking back the studio.Lyra reclaiming her place in their mother's heart.Lyra getting everything.Again."No," Karla whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the sound of products falling and breaking. "No, absolutely not."She grabbed the last item on her vanity...a jar of expensive face cream, and threw it with all the force she could muster.It hit the wall and exploded, leaving a thick smear of white cream running down the pale surface like a wound.When she was done, her vanity was nearly empty. Her room looked like a disaster zone, products everywhere, some of them broken, all of them wasted.She stood in the middle of it all, breathing heavily, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.The anger was still there, burning just as hot as before, but now it was focused. Channeled. Transformed into something that could be used.Karla looked around at the destruction she'd created and felt a dark sense of satis

Damien's eyes were absolutely black.His jaw was clenched so tightly that Lyra could see the muscle working beneath his skin. His hands were curled into fists on the armrests of his chair, and every single line of his body radiated a kind of controlled fury that made her stomach twist."Mom called you last night," he said again, and his voice was low and dangerous, "and you didn't tell me?"Lyra opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't come."I..." she started, but the excuse died on her lips. Because what could she say? That she'd forgotten? That it had slipped her mind? Both options sounded pathetic, even to her own ears."She called you," Damien continued, his dark eyes never leaving her face, "and instead of telling me, I had to find out through Karla. Through a conversation where my sister was actively manipulating you into doubting coming home.""Damien, I....""Do you understand what that means?" he asked, his voice cutting through hers like a blade. "Do you understa

"How is Lyra?" Victor asked, his voice shifting slightly. There was genuine concern there, genuine paternal worry for the girl who had grown up as his daughter, who had lived in his home, who he had cared for until the truth of her origins had come to light. "Is she doing okay over there?""She's fine, Father," Damien said flatly. "She's with me. She's exactly where she needs to be."The possessiveness in those words was unmistakable.Victor heard it. He understood it. And despite everything—despite the unnaturalness of their connection, despite the scandal, despite all the reasons he should object—he recognized something in that possessiveness that felt right. Like his son was finally claiming what was his. Like Lyra was finally where she belonged."Just make sure Karla stays off her," Damien continued, his voice taking on an edge that sounded almost like a threat. "Or I won't be as polite as I was before."It was a promise delivered in the coldest possible tone.Victor understood ex

Karla stood up on shaky legs. She tried to wipe her face, tried to compose herself, but she was completely falling apart.She turned and walked toward the door, her entire frame radiating defeat and shock."Karla," Victor called as she reached the doorway.She turned back, her eyes red and swollen."Your mother and I love you," he said, and there was something in his voice that was almost kind now, almost gentle. "But love does not excuse cruelty. Love does not permit you to hurt others for your own gain. You need to think very carefully about who you want to be. Because right now, you are heading down a path that will only lead to destruction."Karla didn't respond. She simply left the study, closing the door quietly behind her.Victor sat in the silence that followed, his jaw clenched, his mind already working through the implications of what had just happened.Upstairs, he could hear Karla's door slam.But what he doesn't know was that the war wasn't over.It had only just begun.B

The bathroom was quiet except for the soft sound of running water.Lyra sat on the edge of the toilet, her phone in her hand, her body still deliciously sore in the most intimate places. The evening had been intense....the car ride, the drive to Damien's place, the hours that had followed in his bed. She'd been thoroughly claimed, thoroughly possessed, and now her muscles ached in that satisfying way that came from being thorougly claimed.She'd taken a bath to ease the soreness, had soaked in the hot water while her mind wandered through everything that had happened....Emma's teasing, Damien's urgency, the way he'd looked at her in the car.Now, sitting here in the quiet of the bathroom, she found herself reaching for the one person who had been consistently present in her life since she'd arrived in Rome.DarkVeil.She unlocked her phone and opened the messaging app, her fingers moving across the screen with practiced ease.Lyra: Hello, are you there? she typed. It's been a while. I