All Chapters of Pleasured By My Elder Brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Two grand would cover it. Maybe three to be safe."Three thousand dollars. A month ago, that would have been an impossible amount. Now, with the Nightbane credit card in her wallet, it was nothing.But if she sent Tyler money, there would be a paper trail. Questions."I can't just send you three thousand dollars," she said. "They'll see it on the statements. They'll ask questions.""So make up an answer. Say you needed to pay off some debts from before. Student loans or something.""I didn't go to college, Tyler. They know that.""Then say it's for the Mercers. Final expenses or whatever. Medical bills they left behind."Karla considered. That... might actually work. The Mercers had died suddenly. There were bound to be outstanding bills. It would be reasonable for Karla to want to pay them off with her new resources."I'll see what I can do," she said. "But you need to be patient. I can't raise red flags this early.""I've been patient for four months, Karla. Ever since you dumped m

The Nightbane Gallery was located in the heart of Manhattan's art district, a converted warehouse with soaring ceilings, exposed brick, and floor-to-ceiling windows that flooded the space with natural light.Lyra had always loved this place. It had been her sanctuary, her refuge from the complications of family life.But today, walking through the heavy glass doors, she felt like an imposter.Like everyone could see the truth written on her face: Not a real Nightbane. Just a girl who got mixed up at birth."Lyra!" Her assistant, Mei, rushed over from the reception desk, her face bright with relief. "Oh my God, you're back! We've been so worried. Are you okay?""I'm fine," Lyra lied, forcing a smile. "Just had some family stuff to deal with.""Family stuff" was the understatement of the century.Mei studied her face with concern. "You look exhausted. Are you sure you should be here? We can manage for a few more days if you need...""No." Lyra's voice came out sharper than she intended.

Damien watched Lyra's face as they stepped into the foyer of his brownstone.She looked terrified.Good.She should be.Because he'd brought her here with one purpose: to shatter every last defense she had left."This way," he said, his hand settling on her lower back as he guided her toward the stairs.The brownstone was five stories, but he only used the top three. The bottom two floors were for his security team and household staff, people who knew better than to disturb him when he brought someone home.Not that he brought women here often. In fact, Lyra was the first woman who'd ever set foot in this space.His penthouse in Midtown was for business meetings and entertaining clients. This brownstone was private. Personal.Sacred.And now she was here, walking up his stairs, her heels clicking against the marble, her breathing shallow and rapid.She was trying so hard to maintain control.He was going to enjoy watching her lose it.***The third-floor living space was exactly as he

Lyra stood in the gallery lobby for a full minute after Damien left, her heart racing, her body still thrumming with unfulfilled need.Goodbye, little one.Little one.The same endearment DarkVeil used.Her stomach dropped.No. That was just a coincidence. People used that phrase all the time. It didn't mean—Her phone buzzed.She pulled it out with shaking hands.DarkVeil: How was lunch?Lyra stared at the message, her mind racing.How would DarkVeil know she'd gone to lunch? She hadn't mentioned it. Hadn't told him Damien had shown up at the gallery.Unless...No. That was insane. Damien couldn't be DarkVeil. That was impossible.Wasn't it?But the timing. The phrasing. The way Damien had said "You know where" when she'd asked where to message him.Oh God.Her hands were shaking so badly she nearly dropped the phone."Lyra?" Mei appeared at her elbow, concern written all over her face. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to pass out.""I'm fine," Lyra said automatically. "Just

DarkVeil: That sounds intense.LyraNight: It is. Too intense. I feel like I'm drowning.DarkVeil: Then maybe you need to stop fighting the current. Let it take you where it wants to go.LyraNight: What if where it wants to go is somewhere I can't come back from?DarkVeil: Maybe you're not supposed to come back. Maybe you're supposed to become someone new.Lyra stared at those words, something stirring in her chest.LyraNight: I'm scared.DarkVeil: I know. But being scared means you're alive. Means you're feeling something real. That's better than being numb.LyraNight: Is it? Because numb sounds pretty good right now.DarkVeil: Liar. You don't want numb. You want to feel everything. That's why you're drawn to Damien. Because he makes you FEEL.He was right.He was always right.LyraNight: I hate that you know me so well.DarkVeil: I know. But secretly, you love it too.She smiled despite herself.LyraNight: Maybe.DarkVeil: Get some rest, little one. Tomorrow is a new day. And who kno