Semua Bab Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Bab 171 - Bab 180

Ciara's POVSunlight slipped through the curtains. Warm. Golden. I woke up tangled in Cain’s arms. His chest pressed to my back. His hand rested low on my stomach. The small swell there felt real now. Heavy with promise. His breath was steady against my neck. Warm. Familiar. I shifted. Felt him hard against my ass. Already.He stirred. His arm tightened around me. “Morning,” he murmured. His voice was rough with sleep. Sexy.I pressed back against him. Rolled my hips slow. “Morning.”His hand slid lower. Fingers brushed my folds. Found me wet. Ready. He groaned against my neck. “You’re soaked already.”I gasped when his fingers pushed inside me. Two. Deep. Curled. “For you. Always for you.”He kissed my neck. Sucked the spot that made me shiver. His fingers pumped slow. Steady. His thumb found my clit. Circled it. Perfect pressure. I moaned. My hips rocked back. Chased his hand.“Cain,” I breathed. My hand reached back. Gripped his thigh. “Don’t stop.”He didn’t. He added a third fing

CIARA'S POVThe bed dipped. Warm lips brushed my shoulder. Then my neck. Then the spot behind my ear that always made me shiver. I buried my face deeper into the pillow. Groaned.“Five more minutes,” I mumbled. My voice was thick with sleep. Grumpy.Cain chuckled against my skin. Low. Amused. His hand slid under the sheet. Found my waist. Pulled me back against his chest. His cock was already hard. Pressed against my ass. “You said that an hour ago.”I swatted his hand away. Half-hearted. “And I’ll say it again. Murder. I will commit murder if you don’t let me sleep.”He laughed again. The sound vibrated through his chest into my back. His hand returned. This time it cupped my breast. Thumb brushed my nipple. Slow. Teasing. It hardened instantly. Traitor.“You’re not a morning person,” he murmured. His lips found my neck again. Sucked gently. “But I am. And I want to spend my morning inside you.”I moaned despite myself. My hips pushed back against him. “You’re evil. Pure evil.”His h

CIARA'S POVThe nursery was starting to take shape. Paint samples taped to the wall. A crib box in the corner. Cain stood in the middle of the room with the baby name book in his hands. He flipped pages slowly. His brow furrowed like he was solving a boardroom problem instead of picking a name.“Elias,” he said. Firm. Decided. “Strong. Classic. Works for a boy or a girl if we spell it right.”I sat on the floor with my back against the wall. My legs stretched out. The small bump under my shirt made it hard to get comfortable. “Elias sounds like an old man who collects stamps. What about Rowan? It’s unisex. Nature-y. Pretty.”Cain looked at me. One eyebrow raised. “Rowan? Like the tree? Our kid is not a tree.”I laughed. Threw a paint swatch at him. It bounced off his chest. “Better than Elias. Sounds like he’s already retired and complaining about the weather.”He caught the next swatch I threw. Stepped closer. Towered over me. “You’re being difficult on purpose.”I tilted my head up.

CIARA'S POVThe room was dark when my eyes snapped open. My chest heaved like I had run for miles. Sweat stuck the sheets to my skin. Simon’s voice still rang in my ears. Low. Cutting. Telling me I had ruined everything. Alice’s small face flashed behind my eyelids. Crying. Calling my name from somewhere I couldn’t reach. The scandal swirled around us. Cameras flashing. Whispers. The weight of it all pressed down until I couldn’t breathe. Alice wasn’t here anymore. She was safe with Seraphine for the week. But the dream didn’t care. It still showed her small face. Scared. Alone.I sat up fast. My hand pressed to my chest. Tried to breathe. In. Out. It came out shaky. Wet. The baby kicked once. Hard. Like it felt the panic too.The bed shifted. Cain’s arm came around me. Pulled me against his chest. His skin was warm. His heartbeat steady under my ear. He didn’t ask what it was. Didn’t say anything at all. Just held me. One hand stroked my back. Slow. Up and down. The other rested on m

CIARA’S POV “Yeah.” His lips curved, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Best you’re getting right now.” I stepped back and grabbed the smallest box before he could stop me. It really was light, full of fabric swatches. Cain hovered like a shadow, hands twitching at his sides every time I shifted weight. I made it to the studio room we’d picked out for me—the one with the best natural light—and set it on the floor with a deliberate thud. “See? Still alive.” “Don’t push it,” he muttered. I turned, hands on my hips. “Or what? You’ll spank me? Tie me to the bed so I can’t move?” The air changed instantly. His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the swell of my breasts under the thin tank. “Don’t tempt me, baby. Because I’ve thought about it.” Heat pooled between my legs. Damn him. I walked over to the ladder leaning against the wall, the one for hanging the sheer curtains I wanted. I gripped a rung. “Ciara. Don’t.” “Watch me.” I started to climb. One step. Tw