All Chapters of BETRAYED BY MY HUSBAND, LOVED BY HIS BROTHER : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“I love you more.”“Incorrect, I love you more than you do.”“Try me.”She laughed quietly. “Fine. Come home soon so we can argue about it properly.”“I will be home soon, go do something nice for yourself while I’m gone. Order lunch if you want with my card please, I don't want you spending your money.” he said with concern in his voice.“Can I buy more than lunch?”“Yes baby, anything, spend as much as you want.”“Okay, bossy.”“You like it when I’m bossy.”“Only sometimes.”He smiled. “I’ll call you when I’m leaving the building.”“You better do that.” She grinned; he heard her grin. “And Knox?”“Yeah?”“Thank you for the money...” she said.“Anytime, Miss Reens.”She made a soft kissing sound into the phone. “Go back to your important meeting. I’ll be here thinking about you.”“I’ll be thinking about you the whole time.”He stayed on the line a few more seconds, just listening to her breathe, before he finally said goodbye and ended the call.When he turned back to the table, ever

He's taking her breath away, rough but just the way she loved to be touched by him. He pulled the lace down her legs and tossed it aside. Then he lowered his head, kissing a slow path from her collarbone to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand gently worked the other. Kendra’s back arched. A soft moan left her throat. “That feels so good…” He spent time there, licking and sucking gently, then harder when she pushed into him, until both nipples were tight and sensitive. Only then did he move lower, kissing down her stomach, spreading her thighs wider with his hands. The first slow lick made her gasp. The second made her hips lift off the bed. He held her steady and took his time, tongue moving in long, careful strokes, circling, tasting her, listening to every sound she made. When he closed his lips around her clit and sucked softly, her fingers tangled in his hair and a longer moan slipped out. “Knox…oh god…” He didn’t rush her at all. He kept going

(Sean's Mansion)The balcony doors were open just enough for the night to slip in.The blue lights washed the gravel and the hedges in slow pulses.Emily stood with her hands on the stone rail and watched a figure in dark clothing cross the drive and disappear under the portico.Sean came out behind her and stopped a step short of her shoulder. He did not touch her. The air between them felt thinner than the air over the gardens.“The officers have surrounded the gates,” he said. “She isn’t walking out of this.”Emily’s fingers tightened on the rail. “I know.”“You did the right thing.”“Don’t start,” She kept her face toward the lights so he would not see what was moving under it. Her grandmother’s voice was still in her ears, the old softness that used to mean safety, turned into something else in her head. Reporting her had felt like cutting a rope she had been holding on since she was small. “Hope that makes you feel better?” Sean asked staring at her.It didn’t. It made the nigh

He huffed a quiet laugh, kissed the tip of her nose, and carefully pulled out. A warm trickle of his release followed. He watched it for a second, eyes dark with satisfaction, then reached down and gently pushed two fingers back into her, slow and deliberate, keeping his cum inside. Her fingers curled into his shirt. She didn’t have a full answer left in her. She had his name, and the weight of his arm, and the certainty that the next time the wanting hit she would not have to finish it alone. It was enough to let the morning go. Knox had one arm under her neck and the other resting low on her stomach, palm warm, not moving much. The sheet was a lost cause. Kendra’s hair had dried in pieces across his chest. She was tracing the vein on the inside of his wrist like she was deciding whether to bite it. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice low and a bit shaky. “I'm not thinking about anything.” “You are thinking about something, I know that especially when you are s

Kendra sat in the passenger seat of Emily’s sleek black car, her forehead resting lightly against the cool glass of the window as the mansion’s grand gates faded into the rearview mirror. The night air outside was thick and heavy, the kind that clung to skin and made every breath feel deliberate. Streetlights flickered past in long, golden streaks, but none of them matched the soft glow she had imagined earlier that evening. She planned an intimate night with Knox, quiet conversation, maybe the slow comfort of his arms around her. Instead, the weight in her chest grew too heavy to carry into his presence. She can’t let him see her like this. Not when the cracks were still so visible.“Let’s go to a bar,” she said suddenly, her voice low. “I’m not going to Knox.”Emily glanced at her one hand steady on the wheel. She didn’t argue. There was a flicker of understanding in her eyes, the kind that came from knowing someone long enough to recognize when silence was more useful than