บททั้งหมดของ Pleasured By My Elder Brother: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

"Yes," Lyra gasped, her eyes rolling back as pleasure began to build. "Yes, only you. Only you can...""Would Julian Ashford fuck you like this?" Damien interrupted, his pace becoming even more brutal. "Would he make you feel this good? Would you beg for his cock the way you beg for mine?""No!" she cried out. "God, no! Never! I don't want his cock! I only want yours! I only.....""Damn right you only want mine," Damien growled, pulling out of her suddenly.Before she could process what was happening, he'd flipped her onto her stomach and was positioning himself behind her."Ass up," he commanded.Lyra scrambled to obey, raising her hips, her body instinctively presenting itself to him even as her mind was fuzzy with exhaustion and arousal.Damien entered her from behind in one brutal stroke, and this angle was even deeper, even more overwhelming."Oh God," Lyra gasped, her face pressing into the pillow. "Damien, please....""Please what?" He pulled her hips up higher, changing the an

Silence.Then, quietly: "I went too far."It wasn't a question. He knew. He'd seen the fear in her eyes and he knew exactly what it meant."I told you I wouldn't be gentle," he continued, his voice rough. "I told you I was too angry. But I should have... I should have stopped. I should have seen....""You did see." Lyra finally looked at him, and her eyes were bright with unshed tears. "You saw me crying. You saw me breaking. And you didn't stop.""You didn't ask me to stop.""Because I couldn't!" The words burst out of her. "Because you'd... you'd reduced me to something that could only say 'I'm yours' over and over like a broken record! You took away my ability to think, to choose, to....""You could have said no at any time." Damien's voice was hard now, defensive. "You could have told me to stop and I would have. Immediately.""Would you?" Lyra challenged. "When you were that... that consumed? When you looked at me like you wanted to devour me whole?""Yes." The word was absolute.

Lyra looked up, pulling herself out of the acquisition reports she'd been buried in."I'm not obsessing. I'm working," she said, accepting the coffee gratefully."You've been here until midnight every night for three days." Mei sat on the edge of the desk. "You're not sleeping. You're barely eating. You look like you haven't seen sunlight in a week.""I'm fine....""You're not fine." Mei's expression was concerned. "Something happened. Something serious. And I'm not going to pry, but Lyra... you need to take care of yourself."Before Lyra could respond, her phone buzzed.She glanced down and saw a message from an unknown number.Unknown: Hi Lyra. It's Julian Ashford. I got your number from the gallery contact list - hope that's okay. I wanted to reach out about the London collection viewing. It's scheduled for next Friday. Would you be interested in coming? All expenses covered. I think you'd find it invaluable for your acquisitions strategy. -JulianMei leaned over and saw the messag

"And what about us?""I don't know if there is an 'us' anymore." The words broke her heart even as she said them. "I don't know if what we have is love or obsession or destruction. I need to figure that out away from you."Damien was silent for a long moment.When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper."How long?""I don't know. A few months, maybe. I need time to think. To work. To be myself for the first time since you decided you wanted me.""And if I can't give you that time?" There was something almost desperate in his voice. "If I can't stand the thought of you with him?""Then you lose me." She met his eyes. "Completely. Because I'll know that what you want is possession, not love. And I can't be with someone who loves possession instead of freedom."Damien turned away, walking to the window. He stood there for a long moment, his shoulders tense, his hands clenched into fists."Alright," he said finally, his voice hollow. "Go to London. Have your trip. Build yo

"I can't." She wrapped her arms around herself. "Because even though I'm terrified of him, even though he makes me feel like I'm drowning, even though everything about what we have is complicated and dark and probably unhealthy... I can't stop wanting him."Julian nodded slowly, his expression sad but accepting."The man before," he said. "He's really got you, doesn't he?""He does," Lyra whispered. "And I hate it and I love it and I don't know how to be without it."The elevator doors opened at her floor."I think," Julian said carefully, "that when you figure out what you want, you should tell him. Because the way you just described feeling about him... that's not something you can ignore. That's something you have to face head-on.""I know," Lyra said, stepping out of the elevator. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for leading you on.""You didn't lead me on." He smiled sadly. "You just needed to see what else was out there. And now you know.""What now?" she asked."Now I let you go," Juli