All Chapters of Size-Plus Girl Owned By Three Heirs: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Get your head off me, Isolde! You're heavy."Lucien let out a low growl, yet his large hands made no move to push away the curvy body still leaning helplessly against his chest. He merely gave Isolde's soft shoulder a brief, stiff pat. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat pounding beneath his expensive dress shirt was proof that he was nowhere near as composed as his voice suggested.Isolde slowly straightened her back, pulling her chubby face away while flashing a row of neat white teeth."Hehehe... Sorry, Luci. Your chest is just so comfortable, like a sofa cushion," she teased carefree as she settled back into the passenger seat.Lucien snorted roughly, gripping the steering wheel again before driving onto the increasingly crowded streets."What time does your class start today?" he asked flatly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead."One in the afternoon. I have an afternoon class today," Isolde replied softly.She turned toward the window, watching rows of shop houses glide past. Her

"Yes... keep going until I explode, Luci!"Those words escaped just like that from between Isolde’s trembling lips. Her hazy eyes stared straight ahead, locking onto Lucien’s hawk-like eyes with all the remaining surrender she had left. She no longer cared about tomorrow, nor did she care about the guilt that might thunder within her later. All she wanted was to drown herself in the warmth of the mature man above her.Seeing such a blatant plea from the girl, Lucien no longer held himself back. The well-built man slid his body down, letting his hard, tensed masculine existence shift slowly, tracing the surface of her abdominal skin down to the most sensitive area below. The friction created between them without any barrier sent a powerful electric shock, triggering a wave of heat that instantly scorched Isolde’s consciousness."Aaah... Luci! Come on, Luci... go in," Isolde cried out in frustration. Her plump body writhed restlessly on the sheets that were starting to become disheveled

The hands of the clock on the hotel room wall had already reached four in the afternoon. The remnants of the storm outside had now been replaced by a gloomy gray sky, casting Isolde's faint reflection across the surface of the large window. The curvy girl stood motionless, staring at the city streets below that were gradually becoming crowded with vehicles. She had already changed into a loose white T-shirt and a knee-length skirt that Lucien had ordered through the hotel's room service a few hours earlier. Loose, modest, and not revealing the curves of her full figure in the slightest.Near the bed, Lucien was buttoning his new black shirt, followed by a dark gray suit that perfectly fit the broad shoulders of a CEO. He moved calmly, as though he had not just gone through a storm of passion that had completely drained his strength on the very same bed."You must be disgusted with me, Luci, aren't you?"Isolde's voice broke the silence of the hotel room. It was so soft and trembling a

Isolde clutched the hem of her loose shirt, trying to steady the frantic pounding of her heart. Under Azriel's razor-sharp, probing gaze, she knew that one wrong blink could expose everything she had just done with Lucien at the hotel."W-we were just sightseeing around the city," Isolde replied, struggling to keep her voice from trembling. She forced out a small, awkward laugh. "Lucien said I didn't have any decent clothes for college. So after scolding the servants this morning, he dragged me to the mall, bought me a bunch of things, then we had lunch and wandered around until the afternoon. You know how much of a dictator your eldest brother is when he decides something, don't you?"Azriel raised an eyebrow, his eyes slowly sweeping over Isolde's appearance from head to toe before letting out a faint snort. Beside him, Evander quietly released a sigh of relief. The disheveled-haired man immediately believed her, knowing Lucien's obsessive need for control and perfection whenever th

The morning sun streamed through the curtains of the Blackthorne mansion's dining room, casting a golden glow over the long table filled with an extravagant breakfast spread. Yet the warmth of the morning did nothing to soften the atmosphere surrounding the table.Isolde walked into the dining room with deliberately heavy footsteps, immediately drawing the attention of the three mature men who were already seated neatly in their respective chairs. Today was her first day back at university after a long break, and she had chosen to wear the best outfit Lucien had bought for her yesterday—a form-fitting knitted dress in dusty rose with a moderately low square neckline.Clink.The sharp sound of Lucien placing his spoon onto his porcelain plate echoed through the room. The eldest Blackthorne froze, his piercing eyes narrowing dramatically the moment Isolde came fully into view. His gaze swept over his ward from head to toe, a deep frown of disapproval forming across his forehead.The kni