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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 8

"But bro..." She realised he had ended the call without even letting her speak. "No no!!" She was almost in tears. "I haven't even recovered from the last time I encountered him and he wants me already this early, what happened to his consciousness??" She complained on her bed. "I know I agreed to his terms but I never expected him to request for me this way, I guess it is what it is!!" She lay on the bed in a daze before realising Dashiell was back and he was next door. "Oh no, this is too risky, what if I get caught, everything will be ruined and if Leander gets told, all these will be in vain." She rough-handled her hair. She thought about the first time she entered Dashiell's room, it was on the eve of her marriage to Leander. Because they were setting up the room, all of Leander's friends and brothers came to help. Some even decorated Dashiell's door. Knowing that Dashiell didn't like others touching his room. "Sometimes I wonder how I ended up having him as my elder brother and I know he will be so upset if he finds this here." He removed the decorations and entered to check again. "Have you seen Leander ?" Liora asked a few people, "Missing him already, that's so sweet, well he went into Dashiel's room." "Oh thank you so much." She thanked them from the depth of her heart. "You are welcome at any time." She left heading to Dashiel's room and one of them said, "She is such a beauty, Leander has good eyes you know." They continued with their conversations and decorations. She knocked at the door, "Baby, are you in there??" "Yes my love, hold!!" He opened the door for her and just like that they were locked in each other arms kissing so deeply. "Let's stop, what if your brother sees us doing this in his room? You know he is so different from you," she said giggling with all her cheeks red. "I don't care." "Come on we have all night and wow, his room is just normal." "Yup, that's my elder brother for you." He kissed her cheek, she took a proper look at Dashiell's room, It was in cold grey tones. The walls were clean without any decorations or ornaments. On the grey-black desk, there wasn't a single book or pen. On the spacious bed, besides a black velvet blanket, there was only a grey pillow. The room was large but felt incredibly empty as if no one had ever lived there. "I agree with you, your brother is weird." "Told you, he hardly comes around you know, also this place is like a hotel to him, he just uses it for sleeping and that's all, he doesn't even wait for breakfast." "That's unbelievable!!" Leander caressed her boobs from behind and kissed her neck slowly as she flowed with the rhythm. "You know you look extremely hot in your outfit, you don't expect me to just let you go out without me having a taste." "My baby is so spoiled." She turned around and they engaged in a foreplay before a knock disrupted them. They laughed so hard because it was indeed fun. Liora stopped thinking about the last and got off the bed as she headed straight to the bathroom. After washing up, she looked at herself in the mirror, then took off her nightgown and took a shower. She knew very well what Dashiell's invitation meant at this hour. She picked out a black halter dress with a V-neck cutout from the closet. She didn't wear anything underneath and walked to Dashiell's room door. Without knocking, she opened it, and the only memory that flooded her thinking was that of her husband. She felt so guilty as she took more steps, the room was dark with no lights on. As she closed the door, her vision was obstructed, and she couldn't see anything. Hesitating to turn on the light, she heard a snapping sound from the direction of the bed. A sensor night light immediately turned on, casting a warm yellow light from the bedside. On the large grey bed lay a man. He wasn't wearing anything, his naked chest and abdominal muscles were clearly defined, and his legs looked exceptionally long. He lay on his back, and the curve of his Adam's apple was sexy. However, Liora's attention was on his lower body-a strikingly large erection. Was it morning arousal? Liora wasn't sure. Leander usually only got this in the morning at around seven, but it might be different for everyone due to their biological clocks. Perhaps Dashiell usually woke up early, so his morning arousal came earlier. "You came late, why?" "Huh!!" "Are you deaf? Why did you come late? Have you forgotten our agreement?" He said in a dominating voice and she had no other choice but to apologise to him. "I am sorry Master!!" "Good puppy, now get the belt over there." He pointed and she obeyed. "Time for your punishment puppy, get on your knees." she did as instructed and his eyes were as cold as ice. He smacked her boobs which was a bit painful to her, "Whenever I mention something, be happy like a dog and start barking, so bark bitch!!" "Woof!! Woof!!! Ruff!!arf!!arf!!!" He grabbed her hair, it was so painful but she kept barking but not that loud, luckily the house was soundproof but even at that she had to be extra careful. "Get that apple with your mouth over there and bring it over here." "Yes, master." She obeyed and got the apple she got whipped from behind, "That's a good doggy." Tears gathered in her eyes. "Moan for my puppy." He whipped her again and she tried her best to moan despite the pain she had to endure. He stopped and went back to the bed where he lay, she didn't know what else to do but to stare. "Done looking?" Dashiell's voice was consistently impatient. He had probably been drinking the night before, and his voice had a slightly hoarse tone, "Come here puppy." She returned him to the bed and she realised with his look that he lacked sleep, with a hint of irritability between his brows. He slightly furrowed his brows, his pitch-black eyes staring at her, "Take off your clothes and come up, are you that dumb?." "I am sorry Master!!" Liora removed her nightgown, carefully avoiding his legs as she climbed onto the bed. Unsure of how long he had been aroused, she was worried he wouldn't have the patience to wait because he already exhibited some painful task The first thing she did upon getting on the bed was to hold his penis, using both her lips and tongue. She needed to get it wet quickly. Otherwise, with his size, she might end up hurting herself. She half-laid Dashiell's thighs, her hands gripping his long and thick penis. Opening her mouth, she slowly took it in. She tried to imagine it was Leander's penis, and the man in front of her was Leander. As he was stroking her hair, she unintentionally looked up and met Dashiell's gaze. His eyes were darker than before, narrow and squinted, like a predatory animal eyeing its prey, ready to pounce. And Liora was that prey. The moment she averted her eyes, Dashiell pressed down on the back of her head, flipped over from the bed to the floor, and she was still pinned under his pelvis, his penis deep in her throat. On the bedside table was his new suit. He pulled out the tie and covered her eyes, tying a knot at the back of her head. Liora's eyes were beautiful, innocent, and gentle. When she reached climax, there was a captivating beauty about her. But Dashiell didn't want to see those eyes. It was as if she was always searching for Leander's shadow on him unfortunately he wasn't Leander. Liora's eyes were blindfolded and she couldn't see anything, but her senses were infinitely magnified. The huge thing in her throat seemed to have swelled several times. Dashiell pushed up his hips, and her throat was almost stabbed. The pain made her struggle and move involuntarily, but he grabbed her wrists and pressed them behind her head. He penetrated deeply and fiercely, in and out very quickly, reaching the bottom with every insertion. Her throat contracted violently because it could not bear the invasion of the giant object. At that moment, he was bitten by her, and he felt extremely comfortable. Liora couldn't make a sound. She knelt on the bed with her legs in her hands. Dashiell held her head and fucked her very fast. I don't know how much time passed before Dashiell finally let go of her. Liora knelt on the bed and kept retching and coughing. She raised her hand to wipe her burning lips. As soon as she wiped her mouth clean, he turned her over and lay on the bed, and her slender waist was lifted into the air by his hot palms. Dashiell held the wet cock into her vagina and inserted it into the end. Liora was stabbed so hard that her whole back shivered, she supported her body with both hands and crawled forward. His size was too big, and she couldn't bear it. However, the next second, Dashiell grabbed her waist with two hands and pulled her back. This time, his cock pushed deeper. She was shivering violently and wanted to scream and cry loudly, but she was afraid that the maids would hear the noise, so she could only bite the sheets tightly to prevent any sound from coming out. Liora clenched the bed sheets tightly but still let out a whimper on the verge of collapse. "Hmph...please, please slow down." She was shaken and wanted to cry, and every fierce thrust of Dashiell made her scalp numb. When she climaxed, she cried so hard that her whole body trembled, and her vagina contracted violently. Dashiell groaned and ejaculated deep inside her. This time he came very quickly. "Can I go now?" He smacks her hard saying, "You don't tell me what to do puppy, I am your master and you are my puppy!!" Before Liora had time to rejoice, she was hugged by his waist and sat on the chair. "I can't do this anymore!!" She said it in her head but couldn't say it out of her mouth as a result of fear.
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