Semua Bab Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ciara's POV A long, terrible second passed. Then the footsteps continued down the hall, weaving unsteadily toward the stairs. He hadn’t tried the knob. Maybe he was too drunk to be sure which door he’d stopped at. The moment his steps faded, I let out a low, shaky breath. Cain's fingers withdrew slowly, dragging a reluctant whimper from my throat. He rested his forehead against mine, with his eyes closed and his jaw tight. “Fuck,” he whispered. I shoved at his chest. “Get off me. Simon’s right downstairs...” Cain’s mouth crashed down on mine, cutting me off. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, punishing, born from the terror of almost being caught. I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, but my legs still wrapped around his waist as he lifted me and carried me the few steps to the bed. We didn’t have time for anything soft. He shoved my robe the rest of the way off, spread my thighs wide, and drove into me in one brutal thrust. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my cry

Ciara's POV Days have blurred into this sick, endless game of jealousy and raw depravity. Natalia is still here, and her presence is simply annoying. “A few weeks,” she had said with that perfect smile, and somehow those weeks keep stretching. Every morning I wake up knowing she’s under the same roof and I have to endure breakfasts where Cain feeds her fruits, dinners where his foot teases me under the table end with me dragging him somewhere dark. Mother watches it all with knowing, weary eyes. Aunt Linda pretends not to notice. Seraphine begs me to leave, but I can’t. One evening in the moonlit garden, after he’s left Natalia calling for him again, he pins me once more. “You’re jealous,” he mouths, slides his hand over her ass while staring at me. Now, with his fingers buried deep, he says it aloud: “Admit it, Ciara. You’re fucking obsessed.” “I hate you,” I whisper, but my hips rock against his hand. “You love hating me.” He drops to his knees, shoving my dress up and

Ciara's POV I was so damn confused by Simon’s behavior. Suddenly, he wanted me to stay with him, but I didn’t. I left with his brother instead.And I was even more surprised by Cain’s behavior when we sat together in the sunroom. He was attentive and caring. For once, he didn’t try to rip my clothes apart, bend me over, and get us done as quickly as possible. He saw me.I shook my head as I hastily stepped back toward our room. I didn’t even know why I was still going to see my husband, but something pathetic inside me wanted to make this failed marriage work... he saved my sister and I made a promise to stay away from Cain... I made a promise to his mother to make this marriage work... I signed away my freedom to this hell of a marriage under my mother’s instruction.The house was quiet. Thank God Natalia wasn’t around. At least nobody was home.I came to see Simon a few minutes later, but everything that had happened today didn’t prepare me for what I was about to see when I pushe

Ciara's POV The divorce papers sat on my mother’s antique dining table. I stared at the crisp white sheets, my husband's signature already dry on the final page. Freedom. Or what should have felt like freedom. Instead, it felt... like a larger prison. So, this was the unpleasant surprise that made me catch a quick flight across the city like a crazy mad woman without informing anyone. I thought my mom was sick... I thought something bad had happened to our home... I thought... “Please, Ciara,” my mother whispered, literally on her knees in front of me. Her hands clutched the hem of my dress, tears streaming down her carefully made-up face. “Don’t do this. Think of the family. Think of what this will do to all of us.” I looked down at her. Is she serious right now? “Get up, Mom.” She stayed on her knees. “The Redfords own everything. If you divorce Simon, we lose the contracts, the support, the protection. Your father’s debts—” “Stop.” My voice cracked. “Just stop. It's

Ciara's POV Cain took one careful step closer. “Because I’ve been in love with you since the day I first saw you. Seven years ago wearing that terrible blue top stepping out of the mall.” “I thought you loved it.” I chuckled as tears rolled down my tears, now picturing vividly that blue top he's so fond of. “It was pretty terrible.” I agreed. “It was.” He stepped closer, wiping a tear off my cheeks with his thumb. “Don't cry for me, please.” Still holding my gaze, he inserted his wet thumb into his parted lips and sucked in it. “No tear from such sad eye is sweet.” It only made the tears come down the more and caused wetness to pool between my thighs. There must be something seriously wrong with me because why am I getting turned on now!? “Then four years ago, I saw you again at the Redford summer gala now married to Simon. You laughed at something Simon said and I felt it like a fucking knife in my chest. I knew right then you were supposed to be mine. Not his.” My breath c