Semua Bab Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Ciara's POV I woke up sore in the best way, every muscle humming with the memory of last night’s claiming. My thighs ached, my core felt tender and swollen, and a deep, satisfied throb pulsed between my legs. Cain was already awake, propped on one elbow beside me, his dark eyes fixed on my face like I was the only thing anchoring him to this world. His fingers traced lazy, possessive patterns over the soft curve of my stomach, dipping lower with each pass, skimming the sensitive skin just above my mound. That familiar protective flicker crossed his face again—jaw tight, brows drawn—but he still didn’t ask the question burning in his gaze. Not yet. “Morning,” I said, my voice husky and raw from all the moaning I’d done hours earlier. He leaned down and kissed me slow and deep, his tongue sliding against mine with deliberate hunger. The taste of him—salt and man and lingering traces of us—made my nipples tighten instantly. “Morning, princess,” he murmured against my lips, the low

Ciara's POV I made him beg tonight, and the power of it sent electricity racing through my veins. Cain stood against the wall in our bedroom, his broad chest heaving, muscles taut under my hands as I shoved him back. His eyes burned with that dark hunger I loved so much. I sank to my knees slowly, deliberately, dragging my nails down his abs until I reached the waistband of his pants. I freed his cock with one tug, watching it spring heavy and thick into my palm. The vein along the underside pulsed against my fingers, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I looked up at him through my lashes and took him into my mouth in one smooth glide. My lips stretched wide around his girth as I sucked him deep, tongue swirling along the underside. Cain groaned loudly, one hand fisting in my hair. I worked him with wet, filthy sounds, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing my head, taking him to the back of my throat again and again. Saliva dripped down my chin as I relaxed my jaw and swallowed aro

Ciara's POV Morning in Cain’s penthouse felt different. Not safe. Just quieter. No reporters screaming my name outside the windows. No Simon watching my every move like I was a problem he needed to fix. Just the low hum of the city far below and the faint scent of Cain’s skin still on mine from last night. My phone wouldn’t stop lighting up on the nightstand. I ignored it. Seraphine had already slipped out early, muttering something about digging into more of Simon’s paperwork. Cain was in the other room on a call, voice low and sharp. I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but one of his t-shirts, thighs still sticky from the night before. My breasts felt heavier than usual, nipples tight and sensitive against the soft fabric. The constant low ache between my legs hadn’t gone away. If anything, it had gotten worse. I opened my banking app out of habit. It didn’t load. I tried again. Same error screen. Access denied. Cold spread through my chest. I switched accounts. Sam

Ciara's pov I woke up on Cain’s couch with a blanket pulled tight around me. The fabric smelled like him. Leather and soap and something darker that made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t want to name. Morning light pushed through the blinds, gray and cold. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I only remembered the photo. The message. The feeling of eyes on me everywhere I went.My phone sat on the coffee table. Dozens of missed calls. I didn’t touch it.Voices came from the kitchen. Low. Tense. Cain and Seraphine.I stayed still. Listened.“We need to move her,” Seraphine said. Her chair scraped the floor. “Somewhere they can’t find her so easily.”Cain’s voice came next. Rough. Tired. “No.”“What do you mean no?” Seraphine sounded frustrated. I could picture her crossing her arms. “They found her once. They’ll find her again. The photo proves it.”Cain didn’t answer right away. I heard him set a mug down. Hard. “If we move her, it tells them we’re scared. That we’re running. I won’t g

Ciara's POV I don’t sleep.Not after the photo.Not after the message.Not after realizing someone was watching me close enough to know exactly where I was.Morning arrives anyway. Cold. Gray. Ugly. I wake up on Cain’s couch with a blanket draped over me. I don’t remember falling asleep. But I know exactly who covered me. The fabric still carries his scent. Leather and something darker that makes my chest tighten.Voices drift from the kitchen. Low. Tense. Cain and Seraphine.I stay still under the blanket. Listening.“We need to move her,” Seraphine says. Her chair scrapes the floor. “Somewhere they can’t find her so easily.”Cain’s voice comes next. Rough. Tired. “No.”“What do you mean no?” Seraphine sounds frustrated. I can picture her crossing her arms. “They found her once. They’ll find her again. The photo proves it.”Cain doesn’t answer right away. I hear him set a mug down. Hard. “If we move her, it tells them we’re scared. That we’re running. I won’t give them that.”Seraph