All Chapters of Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Cameras flashed the moment Nicolas and Seraphina stepped out of the car, reporters surging forward with a barrage of questions neither of them had anticipated. Nicolas had never appeared in public spaces with a woman before…not even a man as well and the events he chose to attend were quite rare so seeing him here with the daughter of another powerful man was enough to make them go wild. "Nicolas Vale! Good to see you. Is this your fiancee?" "How long have you two been together?" "Can we get a comment on what your relationship status is?"Seraphina's fingers tightened slightly around his arm as the surprise on her face quickly gave way to a glowing smile beneath the barrage of attention. She had spent her entire life in her father's shadow, getting overlooked and being invisible and here she was now, with one of the sought after bachelors, acknowledged publicly for the first time in a way that felt like she actually mattered. Nicolas ignored the questions and allowed

Saint gently put Nicolas down on his feet as soon as he locked the door. He broke the kiss after and ran his hands across Nicolas's biceps with a chuckle escaping from his lips. His eyes held admiration for Nicolas's shape. "This definitely suits you." "The occasion called for it. Now shut up and kiss me." Saint parted Nicolas's lips, determined to savor him even more this time around. The taste of the wine Nicolas drank still lingered completely in Nicolas's mouth which made the pull even stronger as he sucked on his lips. Saint felt his tongue in return and he groaned almost instantly, sliding his own directly into Nicolas's mouth to meet with the intensity. He began undressing the man by removing the tie that had been seated majestically around his neck and throwing it to the floor before slowly moving to the buttons which he undid one after the other. Nicolas ran his hands under Saint's shirt, lifting it as he attempted pressing his nipples at the same time but only la

CHAPTER 64.******YOU ARE MINE.Saint pumped his fingers in and out, the sound of the lubricant he had applied earlier was creating a rhythmic, sloppy slicking noise that filled the quiet room alongside Nicolas's consistent moans. He could feel the internal muscles of his ass clamping down on his fingers, trying to pull him deeper. The tension in the room was thick enough, creating a heavy layer of desire and forbidden longing. Saint withdrew his fingers with a wet pop and positioned the head of his cock against the opening. He didn't rush because he wanted Nicolas to feel every millimeter of the invasion. "I am going in now. So relax yourself, hmm." He rubbed his fingers against the entrance once again before pushing forward slowly, the crown of his head stretching the tight ring of muscle. Nicolas held his breath as he gripped Saint's biceps, his nails digging into the muscle. Saint groaned and then bent over, kissing the side of Nicolas's face. "Fuck, you are so tight, Ni

Nicolas stirred slowly, every muscle in his body protesting the moment he shifted beneath the sheets. He groaned and then pressed a hand against his lower back as he sat up, the events of the previous night flooding back in vivid, exhausting detail. "It was worth it though." He allowed himself a small, satisfied smile despite the ache, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and forcing himself upright. After Saint was done drilling the hell out of him, he had cleaned him up and wore him only a Tshirt and even throughout the night, the man still wouldn't keep his hands off Nicolas. He had changed the sheets all by himself earlier so doing it again would double the stress so he had to refrain from any further acts and just hugged Nicolas. Nicolas changed into something comfortable afterwards, sweatpants, an old T-shirt, and made his way to the bathroom, brushing his teeth while studying his reflection. He still faintly disbelieved that any of the past twelve hours had actually

The interrogation room felt colder than usual, the fluorescent light buzzing faintly overhead as if an insect was trapped in it. Simon settled into the chair across from Peter Halloway, a folder open in front of him while maintaining a stern yet neutral look. "It took me a while to be able to bring you here, Mr Peter. Regardless, I have to thank you for coming in voluntarily it seems." "I wasn't given much of a choice anyway." Peter's voice carried none of that confident aura he always had whenever he faced the press. Exhaustion etched deep beneath his composed exterior which Simon considered to be a good thing. "Let's start simple." Simon flipped open the folder, sliding a photograph across the table. It was a photo of Elena. "Did you know this woman?"Peter's jaw tightened. "I have already stated publicly that I have no knowledge of her." "I wasn't asking you what you stated in public so please keep to the question." Simon leaned forward slightly and tapped on the pho