Alle Kapitel von My Stepbrother's Fated Nemesis: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

JADE“Is your husband hurting you?” The dinner is not all so bad until Jaxon asks that unexpected question, about ten minutes in. Everyone knows he's talking to me. I know he's talking to me. But I choose to keep my head down and push the salad around on my plate. “Jade, darling.” Avery taps her manicured finger on the table, drawing my attention. “Your father’s just worried about you.” “Really?” I scoff, dropping my fork with a clank. I don't mean to sound so derisive, but I can't help it. Because I know my father…and he would never be worried about me. Which makes me wonder why he's poking his nose in my business. Lifting my head, I meet his gaze. He's watching me calmly as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. I can see the fire in his eyes, but my father is the kind of powerful that knows how to keep his emotions under control…how to twist and turn them into a weapon. Sometimes, I’m really afraid of my father, because of his unpredictability. But not right now. For some reas

KNIGHTI used to think that crying is one of the greatest weaknesses in the world.But seeing Jade cry yesterday made me realize how much strength it took to let one’s emotions out. It hurt really bad, watching those tears fall free. But it had also been admirable, remarkable. She seemed to have been holding that pain for a long time, because she cried for just as long. I felt bad for not keeping my word. I said I would keep her safe, not in those exact same words, but I did imply that. And all I managed to do was stay by her side and hold her as she cried. Yet my horny wolf did not stop feeding me ideas of how to fuck her…ideas about how to deal with her asshole husband…get rid of him. I hoped she’d forgive me. My suspicions about him have grown again since that man had shown up at the last Lupine dinner, and called him ‘Damon’. It was relieving to find out it wasn't just me who saw Damon in Soren Malakai. But it was also disturbing that my mate is married to a man like him.

JADEI have no choice but to do what he says. Actually…I do have a choice. But all I want right now is the heat of his body against mine. So I pick up my phone and keep reading the texts as he fastens my seatbelt. ~ Next, I want you all fours, your ass in the air, while I thrust hard into your warm, wet walls, stretching them apart, spanking your ass until it's red and hot, and you're spilling my name over and over again. I look up at him, and he has a mischievous smile on his face. Of course he knows what I'm reading. He sent it. “You've got quite the vivid imagination, huh?” He shrugs. “A true artist does.” Then he fastens the belt with a smirk and pulls away. Cocky asshole. I roll my eyes and return my attention to the texts. The next one has me in electric stitches. ~ Sometime while I'm driving you wild with my cock, I'm going to pull it out and slap it against your dripping pussy.Good heavens. My pussy is indeed aching and dripping as I read through these nasty text

JADE My husband is a pain in the ass. I hate him for ruining what would have been a mind-shattering orgasm for me. Why did he have to call when he did? What we did on that jet, Knight and I, was hella risky. But at some point, I got lost in the bliss of his fingers, and stopped thinking about the risks. It was only after Soren’s call and the movement of Knight's fingers that I realized how stupid I’d been. Our parents had been right there. They could have caught us…Soren may have heard on the phone…and things could have taken a really bad turn. Fuck. I have to be careful. I know it was me who proposed an affair in the first place…but I would have to play my cards right, or history would be repeating itself in the ugliest way possible. And who would end up hurt? Me. So I took precautions as soon as we got off the jet. I kept my distance from Knight, and blasted several text messages to Soren to leave me the heck alone. Even when he mentioned our anniversary, I blatantly t

JADEDinner is going quite well until the topic of discussion shifts to me. “You have a really beautiful daughter, you know.” Mr. Garcia’s compliment would have passed for a harmless one if I did not catch the look in his eyes. But I did. And I don't like it one bit. He looks to be over sixty. He should be married. Should even be a grandpa. So why would he be looking at me like that?“Right,” Jaxon affirms with a grunt, forking a slice of steak into his mouth. “She takes after her mother.” I notice how he says that with a slight bitterness in his voice. Sometimes…I think my father’s never going to get over my mother’s death. He loved her so deeply that when she died, the only way to live with it was to find someone to blame. And it was just so convenient to blame me, the one who looked so much like the woman he loved. “It's good to have you here, child.” Mr. Garcia leans across the table and goes to pat my hand. Knight slams a knife down where the older man’s hand was a secon