All Chapters of Craving My BIL: His Size That Made Me Hungry: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Can't you just use one of the guest bathrooms downstairs?" I countered, my heart starting to beat a little faster."I already checked, the main line to that wing is shut off for maintenance," he replied smoothly, his eyes dropping down to the open collar of my gown before locking back onto mine. "Why are you being so difficult? It's just a shower. It's not like I haven't seen a woman before."I"I already checked, the main line to that wing is shut off for maintenance," he replied smoothly, his eyes dropping down to the open collar of my gown before locking back onto mine. "Why are you being so difficult? It's just a shower. It's not like I haven't seen a woman before."Before I could even utter a word of protest, he brushed past me, completely ignoring my resistance, and forced his way into the bathroom. The sharp click of the door closing echoed in the room, leaving me standing there frozen.With a heavy sigh, I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, my nerves stretched tight.

My cheeks burned. I reached for the coffee carafe to distract myself, but our timing locked. His hand reached out at the exact same moment.Instead of drawing back, his fingers smoothly brushed against mine under the handle. He didn't let go. His thumb lightly grazed the sensitive skin of my wrist, a secret, hidden touch right beneath the edge of the table.My breath caught in my throat. The tension in the room skyrocketed, thick and suffocating, leaving me completely at his mercy while the rest of the house remained completely oblivious.I pulled my hand back quickly, almost spilling the coffee. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure the maid would hear it as she walked back into the room with the toast."Everything alright, ma'am?" she asked, noticing my shaking hands."Yes, thank you. Just... a bit cold," I murmured, keeping my eyes glued to my plate.Charles took a slow sip of his black coffee, a small, satisfied smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He picked up his fork and

The next morning, my phone vibrated early.It was a text from an unknown number: “Breakfast at 8:00. Don't be late, sister-in-law.”My heart did a violent flip. Charles.I dressed in a hurry, choosing a high-necked blouse to feel covered. When I walked into the dining room, Walton’s sister, Victoria, was already there, sipping tea and scanning some papers. Charles sat opposite her, looking flawless in a sharp suit."Good morning," I murmured, taking my seat."You're late, Isabela," Victoria said, not looking up. "And you look exhausted. Didn't sleep well?""I just had a headache," I lied softly."Really?" Victoria finally raised her head, her sharp eyes locking onto mine. "Because the night guard reported lights on in the kitchen around midnight. Were you down there?"My hand froze over my teacup. Panic flared in my chest.Before I could stutter, Charles casually turned a page of his newspaper. "That was me, Victoria. I was starving after work and asked Isabela to heat up some leftove

"Walton isn't here," he murmured, his thumb catching a tear on my skin. "He left you in this giant house to rot for months. Do you really want to cry alone every night?""No," I breathed, the honesty tearing out of me. "But not like this.""Look at me, Isabela." He gently tilted my face up. His breath was uneven. He was scared of the risk too. I could see it in his eyes. "Just let me make the loneliness stop."Through the glass windowpane, my eyes were locked onto his full, rigid length as his hand stroked it in a heavy, ruthless rhythm.His cock was swollen at this time, erect right between his balls. Completely clean, clean-shaved, with not a single hair on it. It looked massive and entirely wild, making my stomach drop with a sudden, hot surge of desire. I was craving. Seeing him do that was making my vagina wet. A forbidden urge flashed through me—I wanted to walk in, drop to my knees, and take him completely into my mouth. But the terror of Victoria catching me and telling Walto

The heavy click of the lock turning in the brass mechanism echoed like a gunshot in the cavernous quiet of the drawing room. Before the breath could even leave my lungs, Charles was there. The calculated, aristocratic restraint that he wore so effortlessly in public dissolved into thin air, replaced by an urgent, raw desperation that matched the wild beating of my own heart."You shouldn't be here," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling as his hands caught me by the waist, yanking me up from the mahogany chair with a sudden, bruising force. "Victoria just left. Mrs. D'Souza—she’s been assigned to watch my every move. They’re closing in, Charles.""Let them try," he muttered