All Chapters of In The Arms Of My Ex's Elder Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aurora's POV. Mia’s voice was so soft, so eerily calm, it was almost sickening. “Mother, tell me, is it wrong to tell anyone that the father of my child is Luther? I mean, after I give birth, Luther and I can finally be together.”My stomach twisted. The audacity.Mother raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “I don’t get it, Mia.”Mia let out a soft sigh, rubbing her belly like she was some tragic heroine. “Fine. Considering the fact that Luther and I used to date—and you know fully well that almost everyone knows we were together—at the event tonight, people who knew me were there. They asked about my pregnancy.” She paused for effect. “Then I told them.” Her gaze flickered to me, her lips curling with false innocence. “But this ingrate here,” she pointed a sharp, manicured finger at me, “came in my way.”Mother clenched her eyes shut for a second, either in irritation or anger. But I knew it wasn’t because of Mia’s twisted little sob story. No, her anger was because of me

Aurora's POV.My husband's Fucktoy.“Let’s try something else, huh?” he murmured, his lips brushing under my neck.I shivered.Before I could even blink, he scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing. His chest was solid, his grip tight. I gasped, my arms wrapping around his neck for support. “Luther?” I whispered, my voice barely there. “Where are we going?”But he didn’t answer. He only kissed my forehead. Soft. Too soft.I expected him to put me onto the bed.But then, suddenly he pushed open the room with his foot.And we were heading towards a door..It was his room. His private one. The one he never let anyone near. Not even me.My heart kicked harder.“I’ve never—been here,” I breathed, my eyes scanning the dark walls, the strange stillness.He said nothing.He carried me inside like I was already his prisoner.When the door shut behind us, something shifted in the air.Thick. Dangerous. Heavy.He placed me down—gently—but his eyes told a different story. He didn’t loo

Aurora's POV.Then his hand—hot, rough, claiming—slid down between my thighs.I jerked.The ropes around my wrists tugged against the headboard. My ankles, still tied wide apart, left me wide open—exposed, trembling.And then—“Mmh... um...ahhh!”A cry ripped from my throat as his finger sank deep into my pussy.Not soft.Not teasing.He shoved it in. All the way.My back arched, my tits rising under the ropes tying them together. My thighs trembled. My mouth fell open around nothing.“Fucking soaked,” he muttered darkly. “You’re dripping, baby. This pussy’s filthy for me, isn’t it?”“yes, yes... fuck yes....Luther—ahh—!”My breath came in sharp little gasps as he curled his finger and dragged it out slowly—then slammed it back in again. Over and over. Each thrust harder than the last.Wet sounds filled the room—nasty..His finger moved faster, rougher, curling inside me, brushing the spot that made my eyes roll back even though I couldn’t see anything. I could only feel him—controll

Aurora's POV. Let Him See.His fingers slid between my thighs—slow at first—then deep.I gasped, my back arching as my hands gripped the vanity.“Luther,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Don’t—”He didn’t stop. His breath was hot against the back of my neck. One hand played with my nipple again, pinching it hard while the other plunged a finger into my pussy.“Fuck,” I moaned, my legs trembling already. “It’s too much…”He chuckled behind me. “You say that every time, huh?” he murmured, “and yet you drip for me.”I was trying to hold back, trying to stay strong—but my body betrayed me.The mirror didn’t lie. It showed everything—my flushed face, parted lips, the hungry way my eyes fluttered shut every time he curled that finger deep inside me. The way his body towered behind mine, dark, dangerous… dominant.Then, just as he pushed a second finger in—The door opened.My whole body froze.Shock gripped my chest. My eyes shot open. In the mirror, I saw Luke—Luther’s right-hand man—s

Aurora's POV. Suddenly, Luther walked in, tall, commanding, fresh from a call, his shirt a little unbuttoned and that cool shadow of danger resting on his face like always. I followed him straight into the dining room, too nervous to even breathe properly. My hands were shaking slightly as I placed the plate down in front of him. This was it. My first damn attempt at making breakfast for him. My first time ever holding a pan in this godforsaken house. And despite the insults, the sabotage, the mockery—I did it. Or so I thought. Luther sat down, glancing at the food once, then at me. His brows lifted slightly. "You cooked this?" I nodded, trying not to fidget. "Like you said...” A beat passed before he picked up the cutlery and took the first bite. I waited. His jaw stopped moving. Then it tightened. He swallowed hard—and not in a good way. His eyes lifted slowly, sharply locking onto mine. “What the fuck is this?” My stomach dropped. “What?” He picked up the fork agai