Chapter 2 : Off-Limits, But Delicious 

"Can't you just use one of the guest bathrooms downstairs?" I countered, my heart starting to beat a little faster.

"I already checked, the main line to that wing is shut off for maintenance," he replied smoothly, his eyes dropping down to the open collar of my gown before locking back onto mine. "Why are you being so difficult? It's just a shower. It's not like I haven't seen a woman before."

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"I already checked, the main line to that wing is shut off for maintenance," he replied smoothly, his eyes dropping down to the open collar of my gown before locking back onto mine. "Why are you being so difficult? It's just a shower. It's not like I haven't seen a woman before."

Before I could even utter a word of protest, he brushed past me, completely ignoring my resistance, and forced his way into the bathroom. The sharp click of the door closing echoed in the room, leaving me standing there frozen.

With a heavy sigh, I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, my nerves stretched tight. The sound of running water filled the silence of the room, and I found myself anxiously waiting, staring at the floor as my mind raced with conflicted emotions.

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of the shower stopped. A few moments later, his muffled voice cut through the quietness from inside the bathroom.

"Dear, I completely forgot my clothes in my room. Could you go and bring them to me? There should be a pair of underwear in the drawer as well—bring that too."

My heart skipped a beat. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stood up, walked out of my space, and headed over to his room. Entering his personal territory made my hands tremble even more. I opened his dresser drawer, found his underwear, and gathered his clothes before hurrying back.

But just as I stepped back into the room and reached the bathroom door, it swung open.

He stepped out completely naked, casually drying himself with a towel. For a split second, everything was on full display. Catching sight of my wide, startled eyes, he smirked and quickly wrapped the towel around his lower body, though the action was entirely unhurried.

I instantly whipped my head the other way, my face burning with shock.

My heart thudded heavily in my chest. I felt completely trapped, but a sudden, dizzying rush of heat spread between my thighs. Seeing his dick like that—so thick, long, and heavily built—had awakened a wild craving deep inside me.

"Relax, Isabela, relax," he said smoothly, noticing the flush on my cheeks. "I'm your husband's brother. If you looked, it’s no big deal. I won't tell anyone."

I kept my back turned, my hands shaking as I held his clothes, my body still tingling from the sight.

"In fact," he stepped closer, his warm breath brushing my shoulder as his voice dropped to a dark whisper, "you can touch it if you want."

My breath hitched. I turned around slowly, looking at his face, trying to keep my voice steady despite the intense pounding in my chest.

"Please, don't say things like that," I whispered, my voice trembling softly. "You are my husband's brother. My BIL. This... this isn't right."

He didn't look bothered at all. Instead, a slow, knowing smile played on his lips as his eyes lingered on my parted lips before he took the clothes from my hands.

"Don't get so tense," he murmured, his fingers intentionally brushing against mine. "Just a friendly offer."

Without another word, he turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him. I collapsed against the dressing table, my knees weak and my body burning with a hunger I couldn't control.

The moment the door clicked shut, the silence of the room felt heavier, hotter. I sank down onto the edge of the bed, my legs too weak to hold my weight.

My heart was still hammering against my ribs, but it wasn't just from fear anymore. It was a strange, suffocating mix of guilt and arousal. The image of him standing there—unabashed, completely bare, and so heavily built—was burned into the back of my eyelids. Every time I blinked, I saw it again.

I looked down at my green gown, which had loosened again, exposing the skin of my chest. My nipples were still tight and aching, rubbing against the silk fabric with every breath I took. The emptiness of the Cape Town house suddenly felt overwhelming. For four months, I had been a wife in name only, starving for any kind of affection. And now, my husband's own brother had just laid everything out in the open.

The loud buzz of my phone on the nightstand startled me, breaking the heavy silence of the bedroom. I reached out with a trembling hand and looked at the screen.

Walton.

My heart skipped a beat, a cold wave of guilt washing over me. I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the lingering warmth in my body, and answered. "Hello?"

"Isabela," Walton’s voice came through the line, crisp, clear, and incredibly distant. He sounded less like a husband and more like a businessman checking in on an asset. "I have a few minutes between meetings. How is everything at the estate?"