All Chapters of The Valmont Brothers And Their Plus-sized Addition : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Oh God,” I breathed as my dick entered her, my voice breaking, and she moaned softly, sweetly. I entered her slowly, and her heat enveloped me, her walls quivering around my dick. “This… this feels so…”Words fail me. Thoughts fail me. I wasn't a virgin, not by a far stretch. I’ve fucked women, but nothing, and I mean nothing, felt this good. This felt so much more than my dick just thrusting into another vagina. This felt so much more than sex. It felt like I was thrusting into paradise. Like I’ve died, and this was heaven despite the fucked up shit I’ve done in my life. Her eyes on mine, filled with so many emotions that I know she might never say. Her plump lips parted, letting out soft gasps and moans. Her flushed skin. Yes, this was paradise.“Damian…”The way she calls my name, like a song, like a damn prayer, it makes me want to break down in tears.“You feel so good, Damian. You’re filling me up so well.”“You feel better, my rebel,” I wanted to say, but my tongue refused to

ELIAS“Di-did you just curse?” I asked in a whisper, my eyes wide with shock. I wasn't the only one shocked: my brothers were, too. Was this the first time I've heard her curse? Yes, it is. That’s why I was so shocked.She stood at the center of the room, her fists clenched by her sides, her head low and her eyes fixed on her shoes. “Is this how we’re going to keep living for the next twenty-three days?” she asked in a low voice, like she was talking to herself. “Are we really just going to live like… this?”“What do you mean?” Roman asked softly, his eyebrows furrowed. “We… we had something.” She raised her head slowly, his eyes moving to Roman before they moved to me. When our eyes met, my chest grew tight from the look in her eyes. She looked away and moved to Damian, and I tried not to grit my teeth when her eyes lingered and softened on him. I failed.I heard everything that happened in her room three nights away. I heard her moans and gasped, and I knew when she climaxed. She

DAMIANMy head was low, my hands clenched on the table. Shame… it was something I never felt. It was a strange concept to me. Why feel shame for something you’ve done when you were fully aware of what you were doing? I felt shame was just misleading. So I never felt that.Shame and guilt. Those two used to be foreign concepts to me. But for now, as the air in the dining room felt like we were underwater, drowning and unable to swim to the surface, I felt those two emotions press down on me harder than the weight in this room.I was aware of what I was doing that night. Very much aware, and I knew it was wrong. I knew that I used my problems to get close to her, knowing she was too pure to refuse. I knew that. And in the back of my mind, I also knew how my brother would feel about it. And those last words I had said that night have kept haunting me because I let it slip. I had said to myself that what I felt for her was greater than love, but the words still slipped out. And her reac

The café was crowded, and Elias didn't want me being pressed by people, so he asked me to sit outside and wait while he went in to order the drinks. He was the one surrounded by people, mostly women. As I watched them, that strange, bitter burn of jealousy burned in my chest again.And then that was when the woman sitting opposite me said, “What a good-looking mate you have here.”I turned to her with my eyes wide. I hadn't noticed her until now. “W-what?” She was sipping her tea slowly before she placed it down, raising her old, experienced eyes to mine. “Look at all the ladies fawning over him. I’m sure you want to rip them all away.”My cheeks burned in shame. “I do… but he’s… he’s not my mate.”She waved her hand in front of her face. “You don't need to lie to me.”I turned to her fully, placing my hands on the table. “I’m not lying, ma’am. Why do you say we’re mates?”“Well, your pheromones! Why else?”And then I remembered the words of that manager from the bouquet the day she

KAIDORATwo years ago, on a sunny afternoon, I sat in the waiting area, waiting for my turn for the usual monthly injection. And then I overheard two women speaking. Actually, one of them was weeping furiously. She said her memory has been foggy lately. She said she was slowly forgetting people’s faces and some other memories, and she didn't know why. The other woman told her why, and then that response stuck to me like gum.She said, “It has been a hard year for you, Mirenda. You divorced your husband. You lost your child. Those are awful things to go through, and you’re trying to forget them. You don't want to dwell on the pain, so your mind is trying to protect you by pushing those memories away. But the problem is we can't tell our brains what to forget and what to keep. When you try to forget the bad, you might end up forgetting some of the good. The brain doesn't always know the difference. It simply does what it thinks is best to protect.”Two years later, I still remember the