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Taming My Ruthless Billionaire Brother

Taming My Ruthless Billionaire Brother

"Please have sex with me once, I want a baby." Seeing that time was running out, she urgently called out to him again, "Brother..." As Dashiell's sister-in-law, she shamelessly rode on his lap. Oddly enough, Dashiell was reacting at that moment. He even raised his eyebrows a few times imperceptibly. "In bed, obey me in every way." Liora's purpose was to get pregnant, and she nodded without objection, "Good." ****Liora makes secret deals with her husband brother Dashiell, this ruthless billionaire is like a beast in bed. But when she finally got pregnant, he refused to let her go. Warning: Include BDSM content
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Chapter 5

Things didn't go right for Liora,she returned home and couldn't even eat more than four spoons from her meal. She locked herself in the room thinking of what she is going to do now he rejected her,does this mean he hates his brother? Why didn't he consider the fact that his brother will live with this as the only hope. The following day,Dashiell finished a few meetings with some top clients, and his secretary informed him his next schedule was to see his younger brother at the hospital. He arrived at the hospital and watched his brother who looked a bit bright despite being in pain, he managed to say a few words to him, "Brother,I will be a father soon!!" the only words he could say at that moment. "Congratulations!!" He said briefly. He didn't waste any more time immediately after he finished seeing the doctors in charge. He took note of his mother having a phone conversation talking about Liora pregnancy with excitement. He returned to the office and saw Liora still waiting for him. He gave a deadly glare to the others that came in with him to give him some privacy. Dashiel was someone with no emotions,he cares about his brother but his cold nature has eaten the best of him already. "Do you want your younger brother to die?" Liora braces herself up just to face him. "He is your only brother and you are going to let him die? All I ask for is for you to give me a child." He kept her mute, walked to the fridge in his office,he brought out a bottle of whiskey and took a shot of it. Liora thinking of her dying husband at the hospital gave her more hopes not to quit now,she got this and won't leave without him accepting. She took out a box from her bag. Inside was a ruby given by her mother-in-law Fiammetta during their wedding. Fiammetta had always favored Leander and had given him a unique red ruby, saying it was meant to be passed down through generations and given to Liora's future daughter-in-law. "This is for you." She approached the desk quickly as Dashiell sat down. She opened the box and placed the red ruby on the table, "I know this request is absurd, I know... but I have no other options, I can only... I can only do this... Please, brother..." Dashiell stared at the ruby on the table, his emotions hard to discern. The ruby passed down through the Abernathy family was unique, and Fiammetta's favoritism towards Leander had reached an extreme. Even though it was Dashiell who had built up the Abernathy family's fortune, all her affection was given to Leander. Liora loved Leander to the bone, and she was willing to do this unethical thing for him. He suddenly wondered what expression Fiammetta would make if she found out the truth. "Let's play a game!" Liora was confused,this was a serious issue and all he could say after all her talking was for them to play a game. "What game?" "Say yes master I want to play."Dashiell looked at Liora, his pitch-black gaze seemingly substantial, piercing straight into her heart, "Yes Master,I want to play,I am ready to do anything as long as you consider my request.." "You have five minutes,turn me on!!" He seemed to be teasing her on purpose. But Liora saw no hint of jest in his face. She was pleading for something, with no room for negotiation. He also set a time limit, only giving her five minutes to arouse him. Her brain was suppressed by the time constraint, unable to release even the excess embarrassment and tension. She hesitated for a few seconds and then moved in front of him. Dashiell sat in his office chair. Even in a relaxed posture, he still emanate an undeniable sense of oppression. His two long legs, encased in suit trousers, bent, the firm muscles beneath clearly outlined through the thin fabric. She knelt down and reached for the zipper of his trousers. She rarely did this kind of thing. Most of her intimate moments with Leander were initiated by him. Kissing, hugging, touching – he provided ample foreplay, tenderly and meticulously attending to all her feelings. Even when she offered to perform oral sex on him, he always declined, out of concern for her feelings. As soon as her fingers touched his trousers, Dashiell brushed her hand away, perhaps only her index finger had made contact. His body temperature was much higher than hers; his fingertips were warm, but his voice was icy cold: "Pleasure yourself." "What?" Liora looked at him in confusion, thinking he wanted her to help him with oral sex. But that wasn't the case. Pleasure herself? How? She looked at him, almost in disbelief. His features were sharp, his skin cold and pale. The motion of tilting his face accentuated his straight and handsome jawline. His pupils were dark, but his emotions seemed light. His thin lips moved, and his textured voice carried a hint of mockery, "How on earth did you seduce my brother into marrying you?Don't you know how to seduce men?" She felt hurt by his statement but there is no room to argue with him. Understanding what he meant, a minute had passed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, removing her long skirt, followed by her pure white underwear. Initially feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable, under Dashiell's indifferent gaze, she slowly released her hands again, forcing herself to calmly remove her panties. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, a strand falling over her chest, vaguely revealing a pink tip in the center of her breast. Her breasts were peach-shaped, full and round, glowing white. The tender flesh of her breasts swayed with the movement of her removing her panties. She had a great figure, curvy in the right places, a slim waist, and long legs. Her legs were exceptional, straight and slender. Even her toes were exquisitely beautiful. Although she wore no nail polish, her natural pink nails made her feet look exceptionally appealing. After removing her panties, she covered her lower body with her hand, residual shame taking over. She closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself, and finally removed her hand. She was naturally hairless, and her clean lower body revealed a reddish slit between her tightly closed legs. There was no time. Liora recalled her intimate moments with Leander, imagining the man sitting opposite her was Leander. She slowly reached out with one hand, grasping her breast and began to rub it. With her other hand, she touched herself, forcing herself to approach Dashiell and get closer to him. She perched on her tiptoes on his desk, opened her legs and stepped onto his office chair, exposing herself completely. She then lightly touched herself with her finger, gathering some wetness and spreading it along her pussy. Her body felt nothing, just mechanically rubbing her flesh. Until Dashiell raised his wrist to check his watch, "One minute left." Liora finally tensed up, fearing the opportunity would slip away. In her haste, she sat on Dashiell's lap. His hand was against her inner thigh. She tried to move away, but in her attempt to avoid his hand, she unknowingly shifted her hips, positioning herself against his hand. Dashiell felt a warm, damp sensation on his palm. Liora moved her hips, rubbing against his hand as she leaned on his shoulders with her hands, her eyes inevitably meeting his dark, deep eyes. That's when the pleasure hit. Dashiell's thumb brushed against her sensitive spot, and the coldness of his wristwatch followed by the warmth made her body respond. He rubbed a few times, and soon her wetness coated his entire palm. As Dashiell pulled his hand away, she urgently grabbed it, panting, "Brother..." She should be begging him to give her a baby, or not to take his hands off her. She felt so ashamed because she was about to commit a grave sin,having sex with her husband's elder brother. "Forty seconds left!!" Liora's heart fluttered, and not caring anymore, she grabbed Dashiell's right hand and pressed it against her breasts. As she repositioned herself in the palm of his left hand, unprecedented nervousness and panic made her movements unruly. She shrugged twice and then stopped, grabbing his fingers and standing them up. Slowly, her thin, narrow pussy pressed against one of his fingers. Her vagina was hot, wet, and tight. With only one finger inside, she frowned with difficulty. Their bodies were close together, and their lines of sight inevitably collided. She looked into his eyes without hiding. She wanted to say, "Please have sex with me once," but she couldn't get the words out. Seeing that time was running out, she urgently called out to him again, "Brother..." Oddly enough, Dashiell was reacting at that moment. He even raised his eyebrows a few times imperceptibly. The crotch encased in his suit trousers bulged and swelled with unstoppable speed. Liora felt the searing heat through it. She didn't reach out to probe, but it was obvious to the naked eye that Dashiell was aroused. The crotch was stretched into a noticeable bulge. "Can you consider my request now?" She didn't fidget, still with his finger inside her, and she looked straight at him when she asked, not blinking. Dashiell didn't show any emotional changes on his face, even when aroused. His extreme three-dimensional skeletal profile gave him a strong sense of aggression. When he raised his eyes slightly, the oppressive feeling forced Liora to hold her breath. "Yes, but I'll set the rules." From the moment she made this choice, Liora had no room for maneuver. As long as Dashiell agreed, she was unconditionally willing to do whatever he asked. In her mind, Leander's life was more important than anything else. She let out a shallow breath, allowing her previously tense nerves to relax a little before she spoke, "Go ahead,state your rules." He spanked her ass hard making her scream,"When you speak to me,add master." "Yes master,state your rules!" She got frightened but didn't show it. "In bed, obey me in every way." Dashiell pulled his finger out of her, his fingertips stained with her wetness. He looked askance at the wetness, his eyelids flicking up, his tone carrying an imperious commanding tone, "Anytime, anywhere, on call, until you get pregnant and then you can end the rules." Liora's purpose was to get pregnant, and she nodded without objection, "Yes Master." "Now bark like a dog!!" He gave his order.

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