Owned by Ruthless Billionaire Brother

6

"Oooh ......"

Liora lay prostrate on the desk, not crying, not begging for mercy, just forcing herself to keep quiet, as if undergoing a kind of torture, her conscious mind resisting, her body catering.

Dashiell tugged at the collar buttons and pressed her lower back vigorously against the desk, his lower belly slamming ferociously.

Liora was forced to make a sound, like a cry, which was quickly sealed by her teeth, leaving her with a muffled gasp, even as she climaxed, she didn't scream.

The computer screen reflected her miserable appearance at the moment, both hands were forced to clasp and press behind her head, two lines of wet tears hung on her white face, she was biting her lip so hard that her lips had already seen blood, her nose was red, the hot tears encased in her eyes crashed and flew out with the movement of his pumping.

Dashiell's impression of Liora is very faint, women are nothing but beauty and ugliness in his eyes, Liora belongs to the category of beauty, but it is not stunning, it is just that the temperament of her body is cool and gentle, which makes her face present a kind of beauty of age.

When Leander first brought her home, she smiled at him graciously, handed over a gift box, and called him brother at Leander's words.

Dashiell seldom meets her except when he comes home for dinner in the evening. Liora studied biopharmaceuticals at university, and after she got married, she worked for a pharmaceutical company researching viral vaccines, and apart from going to work and coming back home, her only recreational activity left is to go around taking pictures with the camera that Leander gave her.

She takes pictures of people and landscapes.

Occasionally, when he came home from work, he would see her holding up her camera to take pictures of the stars overhead.

She seldom talks to him, and when she meets him, she doesn't say anything other than "brother".

She is an uninteresting woman.

And yet, at the moment, this boring woman was biting his c**k to the point of arousal.

Liora didn't know why, but Dashiell was f*****g harder and harder.

He thrust violently and violently for dozens of strokes, right up to the point where she came with a shuddering o****m in her loins and belly, her lust dripping down the centre of her legs to the floor.

Liora gasped for breath, physical tears still in her eyes as she was placed in a kneeling position with Dashiell's arms around her waist, her arms still clasped around the back of her neck, her legs bent up in a kneeling position, exposing her fleshy red buttocks.

Dashiell reached for the strap and tied her left leg to the arm of the office chair, the cold strap brushed against her skin and Liora shivered down the back of her spine at the coolness, she took her hand off the back of her head and put it in front of her face to look at it, the tie was tied in a dead knot and her wrists were red from the abrasion and the pain of the fire.

She only had time to blow into her wrists before both arms were yanked open by Dashiell and wrapped around the entire back of the chair.

The position was odd, she was sitting on her knees in the office chair with her arms wrapped around the back, her wrists were tied in a dead knot with her tie while her left leg was still strapped to the armrest with a belt.

Sexing with Leander, he never did that to her.

Liora was in a trance for a moment, images of s*x with Leander flashing through her mind, he would kiss her, he would stroke her all over, he would lick her ear and say, wife make me a baby.

The images in her mind interrupt, she can't see the man behind her moving, the only thing in her sight is the glass-walled cabinet behind her desk with all the honours Dashiell has won.

-- Award for Most Influential Person in Foreign Trade

--Special Dedication Award for Italian Philanthropy

--Vice President of the Spanish Jewellery and Jade Industry Association

She scanned through them in a single glance, and before she could see the fourth one, his s*x plunged in, and her vision suddenly went haywire as the long, thick s*x stabbed her to the bottom, and she was so roused that her scalp went numb, and a muffled grunt was forced out of the back of her throat.

Dashiell pinched her thin waist, pumping and thrusting inside her.

She couldn't move a muscle as her hands were hooped to the back of the chair, her left leg was bound with a belt and her right leg was held down by Dashiell.

Liora was going crazy as she was being f****d, she bit her lip but still grunted a trilling cry out of her nose.

The phone rang suddenly, Liora's nerves tightened, her p***y contracted violently from the tension, and almost immediately she heard a short low gasp from behind her, followed by a rush of hot liquid pouring into her body.

Dashiell had finally c*m.

Dashiell unbuckled the belt.

Liora leaned back in the chair for a full minute before pulling her hands back from the chair's backrest. Her wrists were rubbed purple, and she turned to look at her left leg. Because it was trapped on the armrest, her left leg had a blood mark from being constricted.

Kneeling on her knees was both numb and painful. She carefully stood up, and the semen inside her began to flow down. She quickly sat back in the chair.

The phone continued to ring.

Dashiell walked to the sofa, took out the phone from her bag, and saw it was a call from Fiammetta. Without hesitation, he swiped to answer.

"Liora, where are you?" Fiammetta had been accompanying her at the hospital these days. Upon learning that Liora was pregnant, she either hired a nutritionist or a housekeeper. Tonight, for the first time, she didn’t stay at the hospital. She went to buy some nutritional supplements and didn’t see Liora when she got home. Worried that she might have an accident being less than three months pregnant, she called to ask her whereabouts.

"She is here with me," Dashiell's voice was a bit hoarse. His suit jacket was missing, leaving only a black shirt. He had unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a more prominent Adam's apple than an average man.

He wasn't wearing pants, and his strong and straight legs stood in front of the sofa. His genitalia hadn't completely softened yet.

Having just f****d his sister-in-law, he answered his mother's call and told her that his sister-in-law was with him.

Liora didn’t know who was on the other end of the call, but his words shocked her. She immediately jumped off the office chair. Her legs were so weak that she almost stumbled and fell. She barely made it to the sofa and heard Dashiell say to the phone, "Okay."

Then the call ended.

"Who called?" Liora was startled by her own voice when she spoke, her throat felt strained, and her voice was only a whisper.

Dashiell handed her the phone.

With both wrists tied, she couldn’t even unlock the phone. She held up her hands, hoping Dashiell would help. But he had already left for the bathroom. She could only place the phone on the sofa, lower her head to unlock it, and then check the call log.

The recent call list displayed was from her mother-in-law, Fiammetta.

She puzzled over what Dashiell had said, not understanding why he said that, and even less clear about what Fiammetta said on the phone before the call was abruptly ended.

But one thing was certain, Fiammetta must not have suspected anything.

She searched around and couldn’t find scissors, so she bit the knot open. Her released wrists throbbed with a burning pain. She rubbed her wrists and then her left leg, and it was only then that she noticed the clear five-finger mark on her waist.

Dashiell was more aggressive in bed than Leander, and he lasted a long time. If not for this call, she wondered how much longer he would take to ejaculate.

Liora sat on the sofa, looking down at her belly, praying silently in her heart, hoping to conceive a baby tonight.

A baby with Leander.

However, what Liora doesn't know is that the moment she makes a deal with the devil, her life will take a different destiny.