Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 151

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Chapter 151

Norah’s Pov

He stopped.

Just as I was about to be swallowed by that overwhelming, consuming wave of pleasure, he withdrew his hand completely.

I gasped for air, a sharp, desperate inhale. Cold sweat plastered the strands of hair to my forehead and temples. My entire body trembled, a fine, uncontrollable shaking that started deep in

my bones.

“Want it?” Lucien loomed over me, a dark silhouette against the dim light. He looked down, his gaze cool and assessing, taking in my disheveled and vulnerable state from his superior position.

“Beg me.” His fingers, still slick with my own moisture, traced a light, almost teasing path down my cheek. “Say you want me, Norah. Say that only I can give you your release.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block him out, to find some sliver of composure.

“Not going to say it?” He let out a low, mocking laugh. The sound vibrated through the between us. “Then we’ll try a different way.”

When I opened my eyes again, my world had narrowed.

A silk tie was being looped around my wrists.

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His movements were brutally efficient. He pulled my hands up

and above my head, tying them securely to the ornate bedpost. The silk bit gently into my skin.

“Lucien!” I struggled instinctively, my body arching off the mattress. The expensive sheets rustled beneath me, a whisper of protest.

“Shh.” His voice was a calm, infuriating contrast to my panic. “Contract lover, remember? The patron has the right to play a few games.”

Next, he parted my legs. He used another tie, this one dark blue, to secure each of my ankles to the foot of the bed.

This position left me utterly exposed, stretched out before him like an offering. Shame, hot and sharp, burned through me like wildfire.

“Let me go,” my voice trembled, betraying the fear I tried to suppress.

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“Scared now?” He straightened up, looking down at his handiwork. “You were acting so tough earlier.”

He turned and walked to an elegant cabinet in the corner of the room.

He opened it and pulled out a long, black box made of polished wood.

He walked back, sat on the edge of the bed beside my trapped form, and opened the box with a deliberate click.

Inside, arranged neatly on velvet, was an entire collection of… toys.

They were of various, intimidating shapes and sizes.

“No…” I tried to shrink back, to make myself smaller, but my bound body had nowhere to go.

“Don’t be nervous, darling.” He picked one up–a slender metal rod with a small, rounded bead at its tip. He tapped it lightly with his fingertip, producing a faint metallic ring. “We’ll take it slow.”

When the icy chill of the metal touched the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, I jolted violently, a gasp catching in my throat.

“See,” Lucien’s voice was terrifyingly calm, “it’s more precise than my hand. Adjustable temperature, frequency, patterns. Would you like to try it?”

The metal rod began to slide slowly, deliberately up my thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps. It came to a stop, resting against my already soaked folds.

I held my breath instantly, every muscle tense.

“Relax. You’ll like it.” I heard the soft click as he pressed a button.

A gentle, insistent vibration began.

It wasn’t an intense stimulation, but a persistent, maddening tingling that seemed to seep directly into my nerves.

It felt like countless tiny ants were crawling just beneath my skin, nibbling away at my sanity bit by bit.

“Mmm…” I bit down hard on my lip, swallowing back a traitorous moan.

“That’s just the first setting.” His free hand stroked my lower abdomen, and I knew he could feel the involuntary muscle spasms beneath my skin. “We can play all night, Norah. Until you are willing to ask me.”

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Abruptly, the vibration intensified.

It was no longer just a tingling, but a stronger, more direct stimulation.

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The metal rod, slick with my own wetness, found its target with precision and slid inside in one smooth, shocking motion.

Lucien manipulated it skillfully, casily finding my most sensitive spot, then began a fixed, relentless rhythm of pressing and rotating.

“Ah…” I couldn’t control the arch of my neck, my wrists straining against the silken bonds.

“Only the second setting,” Lucien’s voice was a devil’s whisper in my ear. “There are seven more after this. We can try them slowly, see which one finally breaks you.”

My body was strained to its limit.

Pleasure built higher and higher, a coiled spring of tension, yet it always lacked that final, crucial release, never allowing me to reach the peak.

He switched to the third setting.

The vibration frequency doubled, the intensity growing stronger.

I writhed helplessly on the sheets, broken, pleading whimpers escaping my throat despite my best efforts.

“Beg me, Norah.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Say you want me, and I will give it to you.”

I clenched my teeth until my jaw ached, my nails digging half–moon crescents into palms.

The fourth setting came.

My body’s reactions were no longer under my conscious control.

Tears and sweat mixed together, blurring my vision.

my own

I was crying, but I didn’t know anymore if it was from the unbearable pleasure or the crushing humiliation.

“Should we continue?” His hand covered my chest, feeling my frantically beating heart. “Your heart is beating so fast. If this continues, you might not be able to take it.”

“Bas…tard…” I forced the words out through gritted teeth.

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