All Chapters of Marrying His Sister, Loving Her Brother : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mike was on top of him in an instant, his thighs pinning Simon's hips down. He tore his mouth away from Simon's to trail wet, biting kisses down his jawline, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of his neck. "God, you smell so good." Mike groaned, his voice thick. Simon's hands wandered, sliding under Mike's shirt to feel the smooth, firm skin of his back. He arched his spine as Mike's hand found the waistband of his trousers, gripping the fabric and pulling it tight. Mike shifted, his crotch pressing hard against Simon's thigh. The friction was electric, a heavy pulsing pressure that desperately demanded release. Mike returned to Simon's lips, their mouths moving together in wetness. Mike was practically eating him alive. His hands were roaming nonstop and he was frantically squeezing Simon's chest through his shirt. He let out a low growl, his teeth grazing Simon's lower lip until a tiny drop of blood bloomed. He sucked the wound clean, his tongue flicking over the sore s

Saint leaned back in the oversized porcelain tub, letting the hot water hug his muscular frame. He closed his eyes and it wasn't even a minute yet when the door opened and Nicolas walked inside. He didn't speak. Instead, he took off his clothes and stepped into the tub. The water splashed over the sides as he settled himself between Saint's thighs. “Are you alright?” Saint asked him gently as he played with his hair. “Yeah.” Silence. “What do you think?” Nicolas questioned, referring back to the earlier incident. "I think you were too hard on him, Nic." Saint said after a while. "Hard on him?" Nicolas turned his head, his eyes flashing. "Are you kidding me? Is it bad that I decided to trust him? He lied to me for months. He threw away every opportunity I gave him. I didn't just pay for a degree; I paid for a future he decided to set on fire due to his stubbornness so please spare me the sermon." Saint reached out, his large hand sliding through the soapy water to grip

The smell of concrete and copper were strong inside the basement that had a dim overhead lighting casting its sharp shadows across a bound man kneeling at the center of the room. Nicolas stood over him with his sleeves rolled. He had no smile on his face and even on his arms were a few bloodstains. He was holding a pen knife, looking at the exhausted man sternly but yet with such a kind of expression that couldn't have given out what his next thoughts or actions were to his victim. "Do you even know what happens," Nicolas said in a low and controlled voice, "to men who try to hand my territory over to the government?"The man whimpered, blood tricking from a split lip. "I don't... it wasn't supposed to..." "Save it." Nicolas crouched slightly, meeting his eyes directly. "You thought crossing into federal jurisdiction would buy you protection or perhaps immunity? A clean slate. I am so sorry my idiotic fool, you thought wrong. Once you are in on this deal, you are in for life

Simon arrived at the penthouse with Mike trailing a step behind him like a forgotten and scared puppy. The tension between Mike and Nicolas was completely evident the moment Simon and him stepped through the door. Nicolas offered Simon a polite nod of approval while deliberately avoiding so much as a glance in Mike's direction.Mike's shoulders sagged slightly at the cold reception though he said nothing. He sat on the far end of the couch as Saint gestured Simon toward a section of the sitting room.It was also the first time that Simon and Mike saw Saint without his mask but it wasn't the right time to talk about it. “It's Storm by the way.” Saint spoke up, feeling the need to clarify that out. “I thought as much. Your build easily convinced me that it was you.” “Hmm, you can call me Saint now. It sounds a bit informal. Let's reserve ‘Storm’ for my organisation.” He added. “No problem.” "So, what did you manage to find?" Saint asked, sliding into the seat across fr

Saint entered the living room and the first person he met was no other than Vincent. The man had his eyes glued to the television screen. Whether or not he was paying attention to the news, one could not have easily known that. He didn't spare Saint a glance for about two minutes after the man had positioned himself right beside him. About three minutes later, he pressed a button underneath the arm of his chair and it automatically turned slowly. Vincent looked at Saint and his brow lifted slightly at what he was seeing. "No mask." His eyes examined Saint's face, taking in the absence of contacts as well. "And no contacts either. What is happening? Why did you decide to go uncovered?" "I had a change of mind, father. I don't see the need for it anymore. I am more comfortable showing my face now."Vincent stared at him a moment longer, clearly expecting further explanation but none came. So he nodded. "All the best then"He gestured toward the sofa across from him and Saint