All Chapters of Pleasured By My Elder Brother: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

The afternoon light was beginning to shift toward evening as Lyra sat in Damien's office.She wasn't doing anything in particular.....wasn't working, wasn't reading, wasn't occupied with any task that required her attention. She was simply sitting in the comfortable chair across from his desk, watching him work. There was something calming about it, something grounding about just being in his presence while he reviewed documents and responded to emails.He was focused, his dark eyes moving across the screen of his laptop.She loved watching him like this.It was moments like these that made her realize how completely he consumed her thoughts, how thoroughly he'd infiltrated every part of her life. She was sitting here in his office, doing absolutely nothing, and she was completely content.After a while, she picked up her phone, deciding to message DarkVeil.She smiled slightly.....she'd been messaging with him less frequently lately, had been spending so much time with Damien that he

Lyra made her way back to her office with her mind still tangled in a web of observations and coincidences that she couldn't quite untangle.The mysterious phone. The perfectly timed messages. The way Damien had looked at her when he caught her staring.She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice Emma walking into her office until her assistant cleared her throat."Hey," Emma said, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smile. "You were gone for a while. Everything okay?"Lyra looked up from her desk, trying to arrange her expression into something that looked normal, something that didn't scream that she'd just been making out with the CEO in his private office."Yeah, everything's fine," she said, perhaps a bit too quickly. "Just... things needed to be discussed."Emma's smile widened slightly, but she didn't push the issue."Well," she said, "we have that Voltish collection client meeting in about fifteen minutes. They want to see the latest authentication results,

She nodded, accepting his answer even though something in her sensed that he wasn't telling her the whole truth.She hugged him back, settling into his embrace once more.And as she did, she felt it.The hard length of his arousal pressing against the inside of her thigh, straining against the fabric of his expensive slacks. It was unmistakable, undeniable, and it sent a shiver of awareness down her spine.Her breath hitched.She shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, and as she did, a small sound escaped her....something between a gasp and a sigh as she adjusted herself on him.But he didn't respond to it.He didn't press her back against the seat and kiss her senseless. He didn't unbutton her dress and take her right there in the back of his car, despite the obvious evidence of how much he wanted to.Instead, he simply held her closer.His hand came up to her back, stroking gently, tenderly, almost soothing. He pulled her tighter against his chest, and she nuz

The partition between the driver and the back seat was raised.Marcus had done it the moment they stepped into the car, understanding without being told that his boss required privacy. Rome's evening streets passed in a blur of streetlights and shadows as Damien pulled Lyra across the back seat toward him.She came willingly, her body already responding to the promise that lingered between them from the restaurant.He didn't kiss her immediately.Instead, he simply looked at her, taking in the way her dress was still slightly askew from their earlier moments, the way her skin flushed under his attention, the way her breathing had already quickened in anticipation."Come, straddle me Lyra" he said softly, his hand finding the curve of her waist.She moved toward him, straddling his lap. Her dress rode up as she settled against him, and she could feel the hard press of his arousal through his trouser. She hadn't imagined it at the restaurant. He had meant every word about what he intend

It was a good ache, the kind that came from being thoroughly fucked, thoroughly loved, thoroughly claimed. She could feel the tenderness between her thighs, the slight soreness in her muscles, the marks on her skin where his hands and mouth had claimed her.She turned her head slowly and found him still asleep beside her.Even in sleep, he looked dark and dangerous. His arm was still draped across her waist, possessive even in unconsciousness. His dark hair was tousled against the pillow, and his breathing was deep and even.She watched him for a moment, taking in the sight of him, knowing that in a few hours, he would be leaving for Germany. Two to three days, he'd said. Two to three days without him.The thought made her chest tighten.Her muscles protested as she carefully extracted herself from under his arm, moving slowly to avoid waking him. She needed to move, needed to soothe the ache that was settling into her bones and muscles. A hot shower would help. The heat would ease th