All Chapters of Pleasured By My Elder Brother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The door locked with a soft click that sounded deafening in the silence.Lyra's back was pressed against the wood, her breathing ragged, her body still trembling from the two orgasms he'd given her downstairs.Damien stood in front of her, his eyes so dark they were almost black. Predatory. Hungry."That was insane," she whispered. "You can't just....at dinner....with everyone there....""I can." He stepped closer, caging her against the door with his arms. "I did. And you loved it.""That's not the point....""Then what is the point, Lyra?" His hand cupped her face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. "The point is that you're mine. And I'll touch you whenever I want. Wherever I want. No matter who's watching.""Our parents are downstairs....""I know." His thumb brushed her lower lip. "Which means you're going to have to be very, very quiet."Before she could respond, his mouth was on hers.The kiss was bruising, possessive, claiming. His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, domina

Damien stood in his penthouse, staring out at the Manhattan skyline as the sun rose over the city.He hadn't slept.Couldn't sleep.Not when his body was still hard and aching from last night. Not when he could still taste Lyra on his tongue, still hear her muffled cries as she came apart in his hands.Five times.He'd made her come five times and it still wasn't enough.Would never be enough.Not until he was inside her. Not until he'd claimed her completely. Not until she understood that she belonged to him in every way that mattered.Soon.Very soon.Tonight, she'd come to his penthouse. And this time, he wouldn't stop. Wouldn't hold back.This time, he'd take everything.His phone buzzed with a message.Marcus: Morning update ready. Should I send the report or brief you in person?Damien: In person. My penthouse. Twenty minutes.Marcus: On my way.Damien poured himself a coffee....black, strong and settled into his chair to wait.His mind drifted back to last night.To the way Lyr

Damien's kiss was different this time.Deeper. Hungrier. More possessive.His hands moved from her waist to her hair, fisting in the silky strands and tilting her head back so he could devour her mouth more thoroughly.Lyra melted against him, all her fear dissolving under the onslaught of his passion.When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard."Bedroom," he said roughly. "Now."He didn't wait for her response. Just swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hallway.His bedroom was massive, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a king-size bed with black silk sheets, soft lighting from strategically placed candles.It was romantic and intimidating in equal measure.Damien set her on her feet beside the bed, his eyes raking over her body with an intensity that made her shiver."I've imagined this so many times," he said, his voice rough with need. "You in my bed. Naked. Mine.""Damien....""Shh." He reached for the zipper of her dress. "No more talki

This position was even deeper. Even more intense."Oh God....oh God....Damien....."His hands gripped her hips as he fucked her with brutal force.The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.....wet, obscene, perfect."You feel that?" he growled. "Feel how deep I am? I'm going to ruin you, Lyra. Ruin you for anyone else.""Yes....ruin me....please...."One hand left her hip and fisted in her hair, pulling her head back.The arch of her spine let him go even deeper."Mine," he snarled. "This pussy is mine. This body is mine. You are mine.""Yours!" she screamed. "All yours!"His other hand came around to rub her clit, and Lyra exploded.Her fourth orgasm was violent. Her arms gave out and she collapsed forward, but Damien didn't stop.He held her hips up and kept fucking her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she was sobbing into the sheets."One more," he demanded. "Give me one more.""I can't....no more....please....""Yes, you can." His fingers worked her clit mercile

Then, finally, he began to move.The first withdrawal was torturously slow. She felt every ridge, every vein of his cock as he pulled back, the drag of his shaft against her sensitive walls making her breath hitch.He pulled back until only the tip remained inside her, and Lyra whimpered at the loss."Feel that?" he asked, his voice strained with control. "Feel how empty you are without me?""Yes," she gasped."That's how you should always feel. Empty without me. Incomplete. Like something essential is missing."He pushed back in just as slowly, and Lyra's eyes rolled back in her head.The stretch was exquisite. The fullness overwhelming. And the slowness...God, the slowness made her feel everything.Every millimeter of penetration. Every subtle movement. Every place where their bodies connected."Damien," she moaned, her hand reaching back to grip his thigh, needing something to hold onto."I'm here." He kissed her shoulder, then her neck, his lips trailing up to her ear. "I'm right