All Chapters of Captive To The Ruthless Heirs: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LioraJasper dropped to his knees in front of me before I could process what was happening.My heart slammed against my ribs. What is he doing. What am I doing, letting him? This is insane—ten minutes after he had me pinned against this same wall for an entirely different reason. But God help me, I wanted this. Wanted him. My whole body was already humming, cunt aching and slippery before he’d even touched me.He shoved my skirt up around my waist. His fingers dragged slow and deliberate over the soaked crotch of my panties, pressing the thin fabric into my slit so it clung to every fold. I was dripping. He felt it immediately and grunted low in his throat, the sound filthy.“Wet little kitten.” His eyes flicked up to mine, dark and hungry. “Soaking through already. And so damn puffy. I’m going to enjoy munching on this.”He hooked one hand under my knee and hauled my leg over his shoulder, spreading me open. The second his tongue dragged up the length of me through the wet fabri

Liora's POVClarissa and I were still catching our breath from the walk down when the gym doors swung open behind us, and Elijah Brooke stepped out mid-conversation with a couple of guys from the team, hair damp, gym bag slung over one shoulder.I'd had a crush on him since freshman orientation, and in two years he'd never once said a full sentence to me. So when his eyes actually landed on mine and stayed there, I nearly dropped my water bottle."Liora, right?" He peeled off from his friends, jogging the last few steps to catch up. "I don't think I've ever seen you at a practice before.""First time." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "I came to watch.""Yeah?" He smiled, easy, a little surprised. "Well, I hope you liked what you saw. Maybe I'll see you around more often.""That'd be nice." I meant it more than I wanted to admit.A shift in the air made me glance over Elijah’s shoulder. Silas stood just outside the gym doors, his gym bag hanging from one shoulder. He was

Jasper's POVDeclan and Silas peeled off toward their own rooms without a word, still amused at my expense, and I climbed the stairs two at a time, telling myself I'd just check on her, say goodnight, something harmless and brief.I didn't knock.I pushed her door open without a sound, and she was just stepping out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tight around herself, damp hair clinging to her shoulders. The second she registered someone standing in her doorway she jolted, one hand flying up to clutch the towel harder against her chest."What the hell, Jasper." Her voice cracked with alarm. "Why did you come in without knocking?""I couldn't get you out of my fucking head." The words came out before I'd fully decided to say them, honest in a way I hadn't planned on being tonight."I don't know what you're talking about." She backed up a step, putting the edge of the bed between us. "Just fucking leave.""Fuck, I want you." I shut the door behind me, quiet, deliberate about that

Liora's POVI was still catching my breath from everything Jasper's mouth had already done to me when Declan shifted up onto his knees beside me, and I heard the rasp of his zipper before I fully registered what he was doing. He freed himself with one hand, already hard, already leaking at the tip, and guided the head of it slow against my lips."Open."I hesitated for half a second, and Jasper chose that exact moment to suck hard on my clit, a moan tearing out of me that gave Declan all the opening he needed. He pushed in the second my mouth fell open, sliding deep, and I moaned again around him, the vibration of it dragging a low groan out of his chest."Fuck." His hand slid into my hair, fisting it, guiding my head into a rhythm he set entirely on his own terms. "That's it. Look at you, moaning around my cock while my brother eats you out."I couldn't answer. I couldn't do anything except take what he gave me, hollowing my cheeks around him while Jasper's tongue kept working below,

Liora's POVI wake to an ache that settles into every part of my body at once, heavy and deep, the kind that makes even breathing feel like effort. My eyes are swollen from crying at some point in the night, my limbs pressed flat against the mattress like they've forgotten how to move on their own.I push myself up slowly, testing, and the second my feet hit the floor a scream tears out of me before I can stop it.It feels like I've been ripped open.I grip the edge of the bed, breath coming in short, panicked pulls, and try again, and the pain that shoots up between my thighs the moment I put any weight on my legs has me crumpling straight back down onto the mattress.The door bursts open seconds later."What happened?" Jasper crosses the room fast, kneeling in front of me, eyes scanning over me like he's checking for actual injuries. "Are you okay?""I can't walk." My voice comes out thin, humiliated just saying it out loud. "I need to pee and I can't even stand up."Something flick