All Chapters of Married to my ex's cold older brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Six years earlier.“You can go a bit faster, babe, I won't break.” I said in excitement as I felt my orgasm building up again.I was on all fours. My boyfriend and I were currently going at it in a room that looked like the master bedroom. It was his Nineteenth birthday, and like every other birthday, he had chosen to celebrate it in his own home. His older brother had also traveled out as usual, to give us all space.We had taken each other's virginity in the storage room months ago, and since then, we'd been inseparable. Until a month ago when he had to undergo a serious training for the teen hockey championship. We hadn't even seen each other until today, when he asked me to strip and wait for him in this room.“Palomita,” he groaned loudly grabbing my ginger colored hair as he slammed his cock into me. I didn't understand what the hell he was saying, but the word sent a fresh jolt of electricity down my core.“I'm so full!” I cried out, as I felt my walls tighten around his him. “

I should have screamed for help or fought harder to get out of the room, but my stupid body remained still, unwilling to move.For some unexplainable reason, A part of me truly wanted to see Scott again. After six long years, he had never truly left my mind. Not even when he left the city without a word to me.A muscular figure stepped out of the shadows and began to walk towards me with calculated steps. Before I could blink, I was pushed back to the door and immediately trapped.The lights suddenly became brighter, bringing his face into view. He was still as handsome as I had remembered, just more matured and obviously stronger.“Sco…Scott?” I choked out, my voice cracking. “Is this really you?”Before the last word could leave my lips, he punched the wall above my head. “How dare you show your face to me?!" He roared, his eyes burning with hatred.“You…you asked for me,” I whispered, trembling with fear.He chuckled dryly, a sound that instantly made me cold. Suddenly, I felt his

Damon Marshall I stood inside my room, staring at the torn scrap of burgundy colored scarf clutched in my palm. My grandmother owned the biggest fabric company in the world so I knew from the way it felt, that it was a rare and exquisite high-grade silk. The kind of textile that the elites would gladly kill to have. But it wasn't the material that held my mind hostage, it was the memory of its owner.No one had ever possessed the audacity to be impatient with me or look me in the eye and threaten to kill me.I chuckled softly as I recalled the way she stomped her feet like a bratty little kid. It had been a long time since anything genuinely made me smile, but Miss Scarf was something else. Who the hell was she ? From the way she looked and how she didn't bother about ripping such an expensive scarf just to escape my presence, she must come from wealth. Although I had personally met almost all the spoiled brats in the city, and loathed their shallow and vain personalities, this woma