All Chapters of Yes, Daddies: Submitting to the four brothers.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MARIAN.My legs are shaking by the time they’re done with me, my chest heaves with every breath I take. My vision is still white, and the pleasure that settles deep in the pit of my stomach is unbearable.“We should probably let her rest now.” I hear Aeron say as he chuckles, the sound so low and dark that it makes my pussy clench around nothing.My toe is still curling with phantom orgasm. When they finally leave me alone, I’m a complete fucking mess. My thighs are slick with my own juices and their spit, my pussy still pulsing and clenching around nothing like it’s begging for their thick cocks to stretch me open again.“Come on, baby girl.” Zephyr says, and I open my eyes slowly to see him extending his hand to me. I take it, and he pulls me up, but I can barely stand.If I’d thought my legs were shaking when I was lying down, they’re practically vibrating now, my knees weak, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps that make my nipples scrape against the thin fabric of my top.“

TRISTAN.I’d intentionally drop the bowl of soup right into Malcolm’s lap, watching the scalding liquid splash across his thighs. My face stays perfectly composed as he tries to get the soup off himself.I force myself to suppress my smile as I lean in, but I know that Marian already catches that the soup dropping wasn’t an accident. It was something I’d done because the bastard had pissed me off.He called Marian stupid? The fucking nerve on him.I dab at the mess on his thighs that I can just tell has already leave a burn mark on his skin, but inside, my blood boils so fucking hot I can taste the rage on my tongue.I want to slam his smug face into the table until his skull cracks, until he’s unconscious and bleeding under even more bandages.My palm balls into a fist so tight that I can feel my nails digging into the skin, almost drawing blood. Why did we decide to not let those boys kill him when we had the chance?Right. Because we wanted to protect Marian.But obviously, that wa

MARIAN.Silence settles between us, the whoosh of air making its way through my blouse, and my hair. I stare at him, waiting for him to say something else before looking at his brothers, but neither of them contradicts him.What was I expecting? I already know them enough to know that they all think almost the same way. If one of them is saying I have to get used to them spoiling me, the remaining three are definitely agreeing with him.Shaking my head, I open my mouth to push back, heat flaring in my chest alongside the slick need pooling low in my belly. “This isn’t fair. You’re overwhelming me on purpose—” is all I manage to say.Zayden’s lips curl, and Tristan’s smiles only widen while Aeron’s eyes darken. “And it’s working, don’t you think?” I hear Zephyr say behind me while Aeron moves a loose tendril of hair away from my face and tucks behind my ear.“Look at you. Flushed. Shaking just a little. You love it, don’t you? Even if you fight us on it.” Aeron says, and I hate that he

MARIAN.The day dawns too bright, too normal. I dress in a simple blouse and skirt that hugs my hips just enough to remind me I’m still a woman with fire left in her, and I head out to another lawyer’s office across town.No one knows I’m here, not even Celine knows. I made sure of that.The lawyer is a man in his fifties, graying hair slicked back, sitting behind a massive oak desk like a king on his throne. I explain everything to him—Velmora, the transfer, Malcolm’s cheating, my plan to reclaim what’s mine.He doesn’t interrupt me, he actually listens which is more than any of these male lawyers had ever done for me. Maybe this is it, maybe he’ll help me instead of blaming me for my husband’s infidelity.He leans back, steepling his fingers, and I catch the condescending smile playing on his lips. My stomach sinks, and the hope I’d walked in with dies before he says another word.“Mrs. Whatever-your-name-is, let’s be realistic here. You handed everything over to your husband becaus

ZEPHYR.The second Marian’s car disappears down the street, Tristan lets out a low whistle. “Never seen her that angry before. Do you think we pissed her off?”I look at him with a raised brow. Pissed her off? Our presence practically turned her hysterical, and even though I know the anger wasn’t caused by us, there is no denying that we triggered something.I nod, my jaw tight, blood already simmering with the need to destroy. “I think we did. She’s really angry.” Zayden says beside me, his voice calm but edged with steel.“But fuck, who can blame her? Married to that bastard Malcolm, anyone would snap eventually.” He adds, and the four of us agree with that.The new phone has the numbers of high-profile lawyers that we wanted her to contact, lawyers that would have helped her without question because we made sure they all knew who she was, we made sure they knew she would call them.Why didn’t she call them? Why must she feel the need to carry this burden alone? Why won’t she just l