All Chapters of Pleasured By My Elder Brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damien's hand was already wrapped around his cock again.DarkVeil: What else?LyraNight: He'd make me come with his mouth. Then he'd move up my body. Kiss me so I could taste myself on his lips. And then he'd... God, I can't type this.DarkVeil: Yes, you can. Finish the thought.LyraNight: He'd push inside me. Slowly at first. Letting me feel every inch. And it would hurt because he's so big. But it would hurt in the best way. And once he was all the way in, he'd start moving. And I'd wrap my legs around him and beg him not to stop.Damien's hand moved frantically over his cock, his breathing harsh.DarkVeil: Are you touching yourself right now?LyraNight: Yes.DarkVeil: Good. Don't stop. Imagine it's him. Imagine his hands on you. His mouth. His cock.LyraNight: I am. Oh God, I am.DarkVeil: Come for him, Lyra. Let him make you come.LyraNight: Damien... oh God, Damien...She went quiet.Damien came for the second time that night, biting back a groan, her name on his lips.When his b

He carried her through the club, up a flight of stairs, into a private lounge she didn't know existed.The door closed behind them, muffling the music.He set her down on a leather couch.Lyra looked around, her vision blurry. Dim lighting. Expensive furniture. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the club below."Where are we?" she asked."My private lounge," Damien said, pouring her a glass of water from a bottle. "Drink this.""I don't want water.""Drink it anyway."She took the glass with shaking hands and sipped.Damien stood in front of her, his hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable."Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?" he asked quietly.Too quietly."I was just dancing....""You were drunk and surrounded by five men who were seconds away from dragging you into a corner and doing whatever the fuck they wanted to you.""They weren't....""Yes, they were." He crouched in front of her, his eyes level with hers. "Lyra, you can barely stand. You're completely vul

Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. She cried out his name, her hands fisting in his hair, her thighs shaking.Damien didn't stop. He kept licking, kept fingering her, drawing out her pleasure until she was sobbing."Too much...it's too much...""One more," he said. "Give me one more."His fingers curved inside her, finding a spot that made her entire body jolt."There," he growled. "Right there."He fucked her with his fingers while his tongue flicked her clit relentlessly.Lyra's second orgasm hit even harder than the first.She arched completely off the couch, her scream echoing through the room.Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her until she couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.When she finally came down, she was crying, her body trembling, completely overwhelmed.Damien climbed back over her, his mouth glistening with her arousal."You're so responsive," he murmured, kissing her softly. "So perfect."She could taste herself on his lips

"I'm done pretending I don't want you," he continued, his voice rough. "Done watching you torture yourself with guilt and shame over something that's perfectly natural. You want me. I want you. We're not related. There's no reason we can't have this.""Our parents....""Our parents will adjust. They love us. They'll want us to be happy.""They'll never allow it...""I don't need their permission." His hand cupped her face. "And neither do you.""Damien..."He kissed her.Hard. Possessive. Claiming.Lyra's mind screamed at her to push him away. To run. To stop this before it went too far.But her body had other ideas.She kissed him back with all the desperation she'd been holding in. All the want. All the need.His tongue swept into her mouth and she moaned.God, she remembered this. Remembered the way he tasted. The way he felt.This wasn't a dream.Last night had been real.All of it."That's right," he murmured against her lips. "Remember. Remember how good this feels."His hand sl

But the burner phone calls told a different story.Three calls to Tyler this week alone. Each lasting between five and ten minutes.What were they talking about?Money, obviously. Karla needed to keep Tyler quiet and cooperative.But what else?Damien opened another file the background check on Tyler that Marcus had prepared.Tyler James. Age 28. Mechanic at Morrison's Auto Shop in Philadelphia. High school graduate. No college. No criminal record beyond a few speeding tickets.Dated Karla for two years before they broke up four months ago, right around the time she'd discovered she was a Nightbane.Interesting timing.Had she dumped him because she was moving up in the world? Or had they agreed to stay connected while she infiltrated the family?Damien studied Tyler's photo. Average-looking. Slightly scruffy. The kind of guy who worked with his hands and probably resented people like the Nightbanes.The kind of guy who might be easily manipulated. Or easily eliminated.His phone buzz