Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously-Chapter 202: Anne’s first visit to the Sphere Group (Part 1)

Anne tried to keep still, to hold onto her upper hand, but then his lips found that sensitive spot just below her ear, and her resolve cracked. A shudder ran through her, her thighs tightening around him, trying to draw him closer, to close the aching space between their bodies.

"You feel that?" he whispered, rubbing his erection against her abdomen. "That’s what you do to me. But I’m not giving in. Not until you say it."

Anne bit her lip, trying to keep quiet, but the heat was unbearable now. His mouth had found its way down her throat, to the edge of the shirt that clung to her skin. He nosed it aside, kissing her collarbone, then lower, his breath hot, his tongue maddening.

Her hands strained against his grip. "Let go," she said.

"Not until you ask me nicely," he murmured against her chest.

"I’ll never—ah," she gasped when he sucked her nipple over the shirt.

"Still so stubborn," he said, his lips brushing her sensitive bud. "But your body is already answering for you."

He trailed one hand down, finally releasing her wrists only to cup her jaw and make her look at him—those smoldering eyes boring into hers.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered. "Say it, Anne."

Her heart thundered against her ribs. Every nerve in her body was on edge, alive with need. She wanted to hold out, to flip the game again, but he was too good. Too close. Too Augustine.

She lifted her head and whispered against his lips, "Then stop teasing, and take me."

A spark lit in his eyes—primal and proud. "Gladly."

Anne barely had time to brace herself before Augustine’s mouth claimed hers, demanding and consuming, as if all the restraint he had held back had snapped loose. His hands were everywhere, exploring, kneading.

Anne arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper as she kissed him back.

Clothes were discarded in haste. Their lips moved fiercely against each other. The fire that had simmered between them for so long now raged into an uncontrollable blaze.

Augustine’s voice dropped like a growl against her ear. "You drive me mad. Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

"I do now," she said breathlessly. "And I’m not sorry."

He grinned against her throat, wicked and wild, before descending lower, trailing kisses and heat across her body. His touch drew soft gasps from her lips, and each stroke of his hands stoked the flames higher.

When he finally entered her, moved within her, it was with a hunger that shook them both. They burned together, wildly, without pause or apology.

Augustine gripped her waist firmly as he moved wildly, uncontrollably, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger that mirrored her own. Anne’s skin flushed with heat as she met his gaze.

He kissed her again, devouring her mouth, tasting every sound she made. Anne also returned the kiss, not yielding, but matching him. Then, all of a sudden, the power dynamics shifted.

She took control with a twist of her hips, flipping their positions with startling boldness, her hair cascading around them like a veil. Augustine’s head fell back against the pillow, a low groan escaping his throat as she ground down on him with maddening slowness.

She smirked teasingly as she met his gaze, slowing down the movement.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he groaned.

"You think you can tame me? Now you see who holds the power." She pressed her hands against his chest and leaned down to kiss him.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, trying to guide her pace, but she defied him again, teasing, tormenting, taking her time until he was trembling beneath her, biting back curses and pleas.

"Anne, stop tormenting me, can you?"

"Beg me," she said with a provocative tone.

His eyes darkened. "Not a chance."

With a growl, he surged up, reclaiming dominance in one swift motion. Her breath caught as he drove into her with deep, deliberate power, his mouth at her neck, her collarbone, anywhere he could reach. He moved fiercely, urgently, each movement roughened by desperation.

Anne gasped, every movement igniting a fire deep within her. Her body responded instinctively, every nerve ending alive with electric sensation. She forgot the teasing game, the urge to dominate him, and make him surrender to her. All she could think was the relentless rhythm that drove through her.

Her eyes fluttered closed, lips parting slightly as she struggled to catch her breath. When she opened them again, they were glazed with need. Her cheeks flushed a deep, burning rose. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

As Augustine pushed her closer and closer to the edge, a trembling wave coursed through her. The heat in her core exploded into a fierce, overwhelming orgasm. Her mouth fell open in a soft gasp, eyes half-closed, brows knitting in the sweet tension of release.

Augustine’s pleasure groan blended with her cries as he released deep within her.

Anne collapsed onto his chest, the thrum of hearts pressing together. Augustine held her tightly, protectively. In the silence that followed, he pressed a kiss to her temple.

"You always drive me crazy yet calm me down too. How do you manage that?" he murmured in awe.

"It’s love," she replied softly, a tired smile playing on her lips.

A satisfying smile danced on his lips as he pressed another kiss on her brow. "It’s love," he echoed softly.

Later that day...

Augustine took her to the head office of the Sphere Group. Anne was excited and nervous about the prospect of meeting the mysterious president. But her excitement soon transformed into sheer surprise as soon as they stepped into the office building.

The front desk staff stood straighter the moment they saw Augustine and bowed politely. "Welcome back, sir."

Anne gaped at the two women behind the sleek marble desk, confusion etched on her face. Before she could even think clearly, Augustine guided her forward.

As they walked down the lobby, several employees greeted him respectfully.

"Hello, sir."

"Good morning, sir."

And the greetings continued as they passed through the lobby. Some even stopped to take a second look at her, whispering among themselves.

Anne was too surprised to think about what they were speaking about. She tugged at Augustine’s arm. "Do they all know you?" she whispered, glancing at the bowing employees with raised brows.

Augustine didn’t look at her. Instead, a knowing smirk tugged at his lips. "You’ll see soon enough."