Upon being requested, Luke walked over and entered her room.

Looking up, he found the shelf positioned nearly an arm’s length above him.

He could reach it, but to actually see what was up there, he would need to pull himself higher.

"Is it near the front?" he asked.

Dalia shook her head. "No, it’s tucked in the corner. Do you want me to bring a chair?"

Luke shook his head.

Then, much to her surprise, he suddenly lifted Dalia into his arms, holding her securely by the waist with both hands.

"Go on. Take your time."

For someone who could casually lift thirty kilograms with one hand, carrying her was effortless.

Panicked, Dalia protested, "You’ll get tired. Let me bring a chair for you."

Luke sighed. "The time you’re wasting talking to me, use it to finish the work."

Dalia groaned in embarrassment at being carried like this. Still, she didn’t argue further and reached for the upper shelf.

Meanwhile, Luke savored the fullness in his hands. Her soft, flabby waist and huge arse right in front of his face made the effort more than worthwhile. After Laila, hers was the biggest in the house.

Just remembering how roughly he had tapped those cheeks a few days ago, he felt his cock twitch in his pants.

"I got it," she said. Luke slowly lowered her to the ground but didn’t let go, his arms wrapping under her bust and holding her firmly in place.

She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, his warmth soaking through her clothes and into her skin.

"L-Luke..." she mumbled.

"What?" he asked, lips brushing her ear. "Got something to say?"

She barely held back a moan as he shifted his arm, deliberately lifting and pressing her heavy breast. "We shouldn’t... we talked about this..." she breathed, her voice weak.

Luke hummed low. "We did promise. But sometimes we set that aside and listen to what our bodies want." His thick, rock-hard cock slid between her plush ass cheeks, grinding slowly back and forth, letting her feel every throbbing inch of how painfully hard he was.

Dalia lowered her head submissively and muttered, "I can’t... I am... your brother’s mate..."

"Yeah, I know. And I don’t intend on taking you from him." He slowly lifted his hand and cupped her breast, teasingly, "I’m sure you still remember that night we spent at your mother’s house."

His palm splayed over her massive tit, slowly squeezing and fondling the soft weight.

His hips kept dragging forward and backward, sliding his cock along the cleft of her plush ass. The thin dress did little to hide their heat, letting her feel every inch of his hardness pressed against her.

Dalia held her breath and closed her eyes as he whispered, "I can’t forget how needily you moaned under me, the mess we made... our fingers intertwined, the way your ass shook back to meet my thrusts... I remember it all. What about you?"

The fabric covering her pussy had already grown dark with her slick arousal. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Her whole body burned hot, her mind flooding with memories of that night... the stolen moments with him. Betraying her mate and loving every second of another male’s attention... she hadn’t forgotten a single filthy detail.

His thumb slowly circled her stiff nipple while his other hand snaked down her stomach, caressing her covered mound.

"Tell me, Dalia... is it wrong to enjoy yourself a little? I know you’re stressed and need some relief."

Dalia bit her lower lip before muttering, "But Lex... he’ll return soon..."

Luke grinned and finally slipped his hand into her skirt, his fingers brushing along her soaked pussy, making her nearly drop the pickle jar.

"Why are you so worried about him? It’s not like we haven’t fucked with him in the house before."

Dalia pursed her lips, her resistance nearly about to snap, when suddenly,

"Luke! Someone came to meet you!" Laila cried from outside.

Dalia jolted at once and looked at him in panic.

Luke grinned and removed his hands from her, "We will continue later," he stepped back and walked out of the room.

There stood the brunette woman, holding the door open.

"Who is it?" Luke asked, his brows rising slightly before Laila fully pulled the door aside, revealing an unexpected figure.

"Nadia?" Luke stared at her in genuine surprise. "What happened?" For someone who rarely even left the house alone, showing up here so suddenly made him think something serious had occurred.

The violet-eyed woman glanced between him and Laila before speaking. "I needed your help changing the hearth. I couldn’t think of anyone else to ask."

"What about your mate?" Laila asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"He’s working," Nadia explained. "He’ll return late, and I still need to prepare food."

Luke nodded in understanding. "Alright, let’s go." He then turned toward Laila. "Go help Monica if you don’t have anything better to do."

Laila grumbled, "But I’m tired from standing around for so long..."

Luke rolled his eyes. "Lazy bum."

Laila immediately slipped away before that soft complaint turned into an order she couldn’t argue against.

Luke sighed and shook his head.

"Well, let’s get going," he said as he stepped out of the house.

Nadia gave a slow nod before speaking softly, "Sorry for disturbing you. You must be tired too."

Luke shook his head. "Nah, it’s nothing."

Silence fell between them after that.

Luke noticed that Nadia seemed unusually bashful and quiet.

’Hmm? What’s with her?’

Still, he didn’t say anything and simply walked beside her toward her house.

Once they arrived, she opened the door and let him enter first.

"Alright, let me remove the old one first," Luke said as he headed toward the kitchen, with Nadia following a step behind him.

However, the moment Luke reached the kitchen, he paused. "Hmm? This hearth looks quite new..." A few burnt marks but no cracks at all. It looked like it had been installed just yesterday.

Then... why did...

Luke’s expression shifted from confusion to realisation, a slow grin spreading across his lips.

"Now I understand your intentions, woman." He turned to look at the red-faced Nadia fidgeting near the doorway.

He approached her slowly, like a predator closing in on his prey.

"So you lied to me... invited me here... just because you can’t live without getting fucked, can you?"

Nadia lowered her head. "Y-You’re mistaken... that hearth..."

"Oh, shut it, woman."

"Nngh!" Nadia moaned as he pinched her stiff nipple through her dress.

Grinning, he leaned closer to her ear. "Flashing these obscene tits, inviting another man over... you do realise this is no longer about making a baby, right?"

His voice dropped lower, hot against her skin. "You just want me to ram my cock into your slutty little hole and wreck you."

Nadia’s face burned red, her eyes half-lidded and glassy with need.

His cock twitched at the sight as he murmured, "Come on, say it. I want to hear it or you get nothing."

Nadia pursed her lips, then slowly lifted her skirt, revealing her dripping pussy. She muttered breathlessly,

"P-Please... mess me up..."

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A/N:- I hope you liked the Chapter.