All Chapters of In The Arms Of My Ex's Elder Brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Luther’s POV. I didn’t give her a second to recover.Grabbing Aurora by the waist, I lifted her off the bathroom counter with ease, her body still trembling from the way I had just devoured her. She clung to me, her nails digging into my back as I carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.I didn’t bother drying us off.I threw her onto the bed, her damp skin hitting the sheets as she let out a soft gasp. Her breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, her body still flushed from pleasure. But I wasn’t done.Not even fucking close.I climbed on top of her, pinning her down. My hand went straight to her breast, squeezing them roughly, molding them to my palms. She whimpered when I rolled her nipple between my fingers, twisting it just enough to make her gasp."Still fucking horny, aren’t you?" I smirked darkly, lowering my mouth to one of her breasts.I sucked her nipple into my mouth, hard, making her arch off the bed. My tongue flicked over the hardened bud, tasting h

Luther's POV. Defiance Has A Price. The silk sheet slipped further, revealing her. Fuck. I felt it, low and hard. Then she shifted, turning her back to me. Bare skin stretched out… her ass pressing against the mattress, tempting me like a fucking sin. No panties. No bra. Nothing.My jaw clenched. My cock twitched. The hunger clawed at me like a beast that had been kept in chains for too long.Shit.I couldn’t help myself. My cock was already throbbing, straining against my boxersMy hand went to my belt, the buckle clicking open, yanking down my zipper. My cock sprang free, hard, swollen, aching for her. My hand wrapped around it, stroking rough and fast, my breath ragged. What the hell is she doing to me? I have never felt like this towards any fucking woman. Aurora. Oh shit. Aurora.. This girl is going to be my damn undoing. I gripped it, stroking hard, rough. "Ahhh… fuck," I groaned, low, biting my lip to keep the sound from waking her up.My eyes were glued to her ass, the

Aurora's POV. "Fuck!" I muttered under my breath, swiping at my damp cheeks. My hands trembled as I wiped away the evidence of my frustration. Luther… I still couldn’t believe I had no say in this twisted marriage. This was my life now—controlled, dictated, and consumed by a man who saw me as nothing more than a possession.I exhaled sharply, straightened my shoulders, and forced myself to move. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me broken. Not Luther. Not his family. Not anyone.I immediately left the room and walked down the stairs cautiously, forcing a mask of indifference onto my face. As if nothing had happened. As if Luther and I hadn’t just fought like animals behind closed doors. But the moment I stepped closer to the sitting room, something made my feet stall mid-step.A quiet murmur. Low groans. The scent of antiseptic.At a corner of the sitting room, mother in law was seated beside Richard, gently dabbing ointment on his face. Maya and Mia stood nearby, ar

Aurora's POV. A Slap On The Face.My blood ran cold as Maya's words hit me. "You don't belong here. You don't belong in the Hawthorne family. You're just as useless as anything," she sneered, her voice dripping with a disdain that felt like a slap in the face.A harsh laugh bubbled up from my chest, tinged with disbelief and hurt. "Can't you just shut your mouth for once, huh? Do you ever go a single day without running it?" I snapped, my voice laced with a frustration that had been building for months.Maya's eyes narrowed, a dark glint flashing in them. But I was beyond caring. I stepped closer, invading her space, my voice dripping with venom. "You don't want me for your brother, yet I've been married to him for months now. And let me guess—you're perfectly fine with this backstabbing whore taking my place?" I whirled around, jabbing a finger towards Mia, my lip curling in disgust. "This is who you'd rather have as your sister-in-law?" The accusation stung, a raw pain blooming i

Aurora's POV. The ride back to the mansion was suffocating. The air inside the car felt thick, pressing down on me like a punishment. Luther’s silence was worse than any harsh words he could’ve thrown at me. He didn’t even glance in my direction. Just stared ahead, jaw clenched, hands gripping the wheel like he was restraining himself from lashing out.When we finally pulled into the driveway, Luther wasted no time.“Luke,” he barked, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade.“Yes, boss,” Luke responded, stepping closer.“I don’t want any disturbances tonight. I need rest. I have a headache,” Luther said, his voice suddenly calmer, but that only made it more unsettling.A headache? Luther and a headache in the same sentence?Without another word, he walked past me, straight into the house. No glance. No acknowledgment. Just like that, as if I didn’t exist.I stood frozen for a second before following him inside, my heart pounding. And then, just as I stepped into the sitt