All Chapters of The Valmont Brothers And Their Plus-sized Addition : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KAIDORAThat moment where Damian had raised my gown, all I could hear in my head was, “It’s fucking hard to look at you. Every time I do, it kills whatever boner I have.” Those were Skylar’s exact words, and those were the words that kept repeating over and over in my head. It’s hard to look at you. It kills whatever boner I have. It was like a bell that wouldn't go off. An alarm that kept ringing. And then when I asked that question, “Are you disgusted?” and Damian couldn't give me an answer, I got the answer I needed. He was. He was, and it was all my fault. What was I even doing? What was I thinking when I made a move on him like that? Where did that thought and confidence come from? At the end of the day, I made a fool of myself. It seems that was all I knew how to do. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I never wanted to look at myself again. I wanted to pick up a knife and cut off all the flesh. I wanted to hold a flaming torch to my body and watch all the fat melt away.“W

I blinked at Roman for a few seconds before I asked, “You know how to ride a bike?”He gave me a boyish smile as he picked up his helmet and put it on. “Before the expensive suits and well-gelled hair, there was once a boy who broke at least one bone every week.”I chuckled softly. “I find that hard to believe.”He went still, his eyes dropping to my lips, his smile dropping by an inch. The look in his eyes heated for a second before it cleared quickly, and his smile returned. “I’ll prove it to you. Get on.”I walked to the bike slowly, inhaling deeply before I got on, grabbing onto the handlebars. Roman got in after me, and I froze when he was completely pressed to me, his chest pressed against my back, his hands holding mine that were on the handlebars. His thighs were tight around my hips, my ass pressing against his… his…“Breath, Kaidroa,” he whispered so close to my ear, and this time I couldn't help but shiver. “I won't be able to focus if your pheromones keep doing… that. So b

My throat tightened. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. No one has ever spoken to me like that, not even before Skylar. I searched his face for the joke, the pity, the look that always came when someone realized they were wrong. I saw none of that. He was simply looking at me like I was something pleasant to look at, like I wasn't too much. “You’re exaggerating,” I whispered. He didn't hesitate in his answer. “No. If anything, I’m failing.”How could he say that? No, the most important question here: why couldn't I believe him? Why does one cruel sentence from Skylar outweigh every kind word I've heard today?The attendants think I'm beautiful. Roman called me magnificent, but that small voice kept whispering, “They’re mistaken. He’s mistaken. Wait till he sees what hides under these clothes, then he’ll look away too.”“What if you’re wrong?” I asked in a small voice, trying to curl into myself. “What if you’re only seeing what you want to see?”He held my shoulder

My eyes were wide as Roman’s lips moved on mine, soft and gentle. But I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that this was happening. So I stayed frozen, my hands tensed on my sides. His hands on my face shook slightly, and that made my heart race, but I still didn't move.He broke the kiss, just pulling back slightly, but he didn't drop his hands from my face. The look in his eyes was intense, and I didn't know if I was the one seeing things, but I could swear he looked desperate and tense. “Everything was real,” he breathed, an edge to his voice, his hands cupping my face a little tighter. His eyes moved from one feature to another, as if he were memorizing my features. “Every smile.” His eyes dropped to my lips. “Every compliment.” They dropped to my chest, but he quickly looked away and back to my eyes. “Every time I looked at you. Everything you think you saw was true. It was there.”My breath hitched, something uncurling in my chest, but I still didn't let myself relax.

ELIASHot? Yeah, right. What a fucking joke. Hot has to be the understatement of the fucking decade. This lady, sitting so close yet so far away from me, was glorious. A beautiful, tender neck that I wanted to sink my teeth into and feel her soft, smooth flesh. With boobs that called out to me, and I just wanted to squeeze my whole body in between them. A soft stomach that I also wanted to bite. Thick thighs that I wanted to crush my head. And don't ever get me started on her ass. No, don’t get me started, because the things I wanted to do to that ass were unspeakable. “Uhm… thanks,” she muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, that beautiful blush blooming on her cheeks like a rose, and I wanted to lick it.Hot? Elias, you fool, what were you thinking?I said nothing–couldn't–and just kept staring at her. She shifted uncomfortably, and I had to force myself to look away. I cleared my throat and stood up. My work was done. I’ve apologized, and I'm finally free from the g