All Chapters of Pleasured By My Elder Brother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Something in his tone made her body obey before her mind could catch up.Her thighs fell open, and Damien's hand moved back under her dress.He pushed her panties aside and she felt the cool silicone of the vibrator pressing against her entrance."This is going to stay inside you during dinner," he said conversationally, pushing it inside her. "And I'm going to control it. Make you come right there at the table while my parents and Karla have no idea what's happening to you.""That's insane...." But her protest was cut off by a gasp as he settled the vibrator deep inside her.He adjusted her panties back in place, smoothed down her dress, and withdrew his hand."There," he said with satisfaction. "Perfect."Lyra sat there trembling, acutely aware of the device inside her, waiting."Damien...."He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen.The vibrator hummed to life.Lyra jolted in her seat, her hands flying to grip the armrests."Too much?" he asked innocently, adjusting

She obeyed, her body moving before her mind could catch up.The bed was exactly as she remembered....the same dark blue comforter, the same masculine scent of his cologne embedded in the fabrics.She lay back and let her thighs fall open, presenting herself to him.Damien stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her with eyes so dark they were nearly black."Beautiful," he murmured. "So fucking beautiful when you're like this. Open for me. Waiting for me. Mine."He knelt on the bed between her legs and pushed her dress up around her waist, exposing her soaked panties.His fingers traced the wet fabric. "You ruined these. They're completely soaked through.""Your fault," she managed."I know." He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down and off. "But I'm going to make it up to you."He spread her legs wider, settling his shoulders between her thighs, and just looked at her.Her pussy was swollen and pink, glistening with arousal, and the vibrator was still nestled

Before she could respond, her office door opened without knocking.Damien walked in.He stopped when he saw Julian, his expression going from neutral to ice-cold in an instant."Damien," Lyra said, standing quickly. "This is Julian Ashford, from....""I know who he is." Damien's voice was flat. "What is he doing in your office?""We were discussing the Rousseau acquisition," Julian said smoothly, also standing. "Or rather, my acquisition. I wanted to extend professional courtesy to Ms. Nightbane before she heard it elsewhere."Damien's eyes narrowed. "How thoughtful. You've delivered your message. You can leave now.""Actually," Julian turned to Lyra, ignoring Damien entirely, "I was hoping we could continue this conversation over lunch? There's a opportunity I think you'd be interested in. A private collector looking to sell....impressionist pieces, similar quality to the Rousseau collection. If you're interested, I could make an introduction.""She's not interested," Damien said bef

"He was being professional.....""He was imagining what you'd look like naked." Damien's hand slammed against the wall beside her head, caging her in. "He was thinking about fucking you. About having what's mine.""I'm not yours," she said, but her voice trembled."Yes. You. Are." He punctuated each word by leaning closer, until his mouth was inches from hers. "You've always been mine. Since the moment I realized you weren't my sister. Since before that, maybe. And I'm not going to let some pretty boy gallery owner think he can take what belongs to me.""You don't own me, Damien."His laugh was dark, humorless. "Don't I? Then why is your pulse racing right now? Why are you pressed against this wall instead of running? Why are your pupils dilated and your breathing shallow?"Because her traitorous body was responding to his proximity, to his dominance, to the raw possessiveness in his voice."Tell me the truth, Lyra." His hand moved from the wall to her throat."Are you going to dinner

He thrust three more times...deep, claiming, possessive...and then he was coming too, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her completely.He collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for air, sweaty and exhausted.Lyra's eyes were already closing, darkness pulling at the edges of her vision.She was so tired. So completely spent."Sleep," Damien murmured, rolling to the side and pulling her against his chest. "Rest now. I've got you.""Yours," she whispered, barely conscious. "I'm yours..."And then she was gone, consciousness slipping away, her body finally giving in to exhaustion.Damien held her as she passed out, stroking her hair, pressing kisses to her forehead."Mine," he said softly, looking down at her sleeping face. He carefully extracted himself from the bed and went to the bathroom, wetting a cloth with warm water.Then he returned and cleaned her gently, carefully, removing all evidence of their hours-long session.When she was clean, he pulled the covers over her n