Todos los capítulos de The Valmont Brothers And Their Plus-sized Addition : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

KAIDORAWas I supposed to feel this good from having a dick in my mouth? Was it supposed to feel this good? But… but I didn't know if it was the sucking or just… Damian. Everything about him right now was… was incredibly sexy. From his deep, raspy voice, to the dark look in his eyes, to how his chest rose and fell, and the best part was how he called me baby. He said it in a raspy whisper, his eyes half closed and so intense with desire. “Argh, fuck me,” he groaned as he thrust, hitting the back of my throat over and over again. I tried to relax my muscles as much as possible to stop myself from gagging. He grabbed my hair with both hands, moving his hips fast and roughly. His balls slapped against my chin every time he went in, and every time he came close, I caught a musty scent that came from his private region. I kept rubbing my clit harder and faster as I chased that familiar feeling of overwhelming pleasure.“I’m fucking close,” he panted, throwing his head back, his jaw clen

Mr. Valmont sat in his wheelchair in the middle of the garden, his forlorn expression fixed on a single flower. I forgot all about my anger and problems as I kept staring at him. He looked like he was mourning something lost. He looked like a part of himself was no more.The more I kept staring at him, the more my eyes burned, and my throat tightened.Grief. Grief was the only thing making his eyes spark. Grief so great, I could feel it pressing down on me. An emotion I was all too familiar with. And I know he needs his alone time, and I shouldn't be here. But just as I was about to turn and leave, he turned his head, and his eyes landed on me.“Kaidora,” he called softly, his voice hoarse.“I-I was just about to leave, sir,” I said, pointing back at the exit.“Come sit with me.”I swallowed, nodding before I walked to him. I dropped down on the soft ground beside him, folding my legs. His gaze returned to the flower, and he said nothing. I stared at the flower as well, trying to un

When I was young, right before Damian was born, my father took me to a doctor. He thought there was something wrong with me. He thought I was… defective. I remembered the strange questions they asked me. They asked if I like to hurt animals. Or people. All my answers had been no. When they told my father there was nothing wrong with me, he refused to believe it. I remembered what I felt then as I watched him tell them that I never cried, that I watched children fight without doing anything about it. That I smiled when I saw blood, but I wasn't smiling because I enjoyed seeing people hurt. I just… I enjoyed the sight. I loved watching things come apart. My mother insisted there was nothing wrong with me, that I would grow out of it. But my father fell deaf to all those words. He refused to listen to any of them. He said his heir couldn't be what I was, and so he taught me restraint. Not kindness. Not compassion, but restraint. If I wanted to hit something, I learned to fold my hands

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself. I stared and stared, and it was hard to connect the reflection staring back at me with the woman I've been for the past four years.The woman in the mirror looked bold, like she knew what she was doing. I was dressed in a three-piece skirt suit that stopped just above my knees, unlike the usual gown I wore that always reached my ankles. The suit was tight, with no space to hide, and everything was so bold—and by everything, I meant my curves.My hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, held in place with gel. I was putting on red lipstick and jewelry. “This is ridiculous," I said to the reflection in the mirror, but I still couldn't look away, even though I felt like an imposter and like someone else. This wasn't me. I didn't look this bold, this… this sure. I should have turned down Roman’s request, but how could I when he had looked so excited? When his eyes had lit up like that? “Come with me to work tomorrow,” he had said, and

ROMANThe desire I was feeling right now was almost animalistic. I just didn't have the urge to plunge myself into her and thrust. No, I wanted to bury my entire being in her. I wanted us to merge into one until I didn't know where I ended and where she began. I wanted to feel every inch of her, inwardly and outwardly, and it was all because of how she was dressed.It was because the suit hugged her curves, as if trying to merge with her. It was how being dressed in black made her look so bold and sure. It was the red lipstick that was making me want to do all the primal things to her. Her hair was tight and held up, away from her face, giving her features a sharp look. I’ve been feeling this way ever since she stepped into the dining room, and my brothers felt the same way as well. I told her I didn't know why I snapped at Damian, but that was a lie. I knew. Because I felt something I shouldn't feel when I saw how they looked at her: jealousy. That was dangerous. My brothers and