Dirty Secrets With My Brother-In-Law

Marcus' POV“Is it weird that i think about my brother-in-law fucking me, Merlina.”The words slipped out before I could stop them. Low, sharp, and very, very real.I’d buried it for months, maybe longer, telling myself it was nothing but a reckless thrill I’d never act on.But now it was out, and saying it aloud felt like handing someone the match to burn everything down.A match just landed in the hands of my best friend, Merlina.I froze, straw clamped between my teeth, and sucked hard on the slushie as if it could rewind time.She didn't hear me, right?“Are you crazy, Marcus?”Her voice sliced across the table, louder than intended, drawing a few stares. She stared at me like I'd grown a second head, steak knife paused mid-air.“I didn't hear that right, right?”I laughed, a forced, nervous chuckle. “I’m joking. Come on, where's your sense of humor?”Her eyes narrowed. “Didn't sound like a joke.” She set the knife down and rested her eyes on the steak in front of her. “He's marry

Marcus' POVThunder cracked out of nowhere. One second, sunlight. The next—this.Fuck.Even nature was acting up, forcing the drive home to become anything but comfortable.Every red light stretched forever. My hands shook on the wheel, replaying Jake’s thumb on my wrist, Ethan’s mouth on Emily’s, the half-open curtain and that thick outline burned into my brain.I needed to get to Mom before the rain hit harder. She hated missing her evening meds… said it made her feel like the illness was winning.I wasn’t about to let that happen.By the time I pulled into the driveway, fat drops were already smacking the windshield. I sprinted inside, shoes squeaking on the marble.Up the stairs. Down the hall. I paused outside her door, smoothed my shirt and ran fingers through my damp hair before knocking softly.“Mama?” I eased the door open.The room smelled like lavender and the faint metallic tang of her oxygen tank.She was propped against pillows, eyes closed, breathing shallow but steady.

Marcus's POVThe bachelor party was the next day, a promise of chaos wrapped in neon and bass.Emily had insisted on separate celebrations… “girls’ night out, boys do boys’ things.”But Ethan had vetoed anything too wild. No strippers. No blackout-level debauchery. Just a private rooftop lounge downtown brodered sleek glass railings the caught city's lights. Low leather booths, servers in expensive tuxedo's, and a DJ spinning deep house that vibrated through your bones.The venue was one of his offshore buildings. Or one he was planning on buying soon. I couldn't really remember.I arrived and blamed traffic… leaving out the part where I’d spent an hour staring at my reflection trying to look like I wasn’t unraveling.Black button-down, sleeves rolled, dark jeans that hugged just right. It wasn't anything flashy. Fit the dress code on the invitation just right as well.All I had to do was steer clear of him the entire night.But the moment I stepped out of the elevator, I felt him.Et

The door to the private suite had barely clicked shut before Xavier pushed me against it, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that made my knees weak. I moaned into the kiss, months of aching frustration spilling out of me in desperate, needy sounds. Ethan had never touched me like this. No one had. Not since Xavier.He didn’t bother with slow seduction. His hands tore my robe open, fingers hooking into my soaked lace panties and ripping them down my thighs. I kicked them off frantically, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled against my neck as two thick fingers slid through my folds, coating themselves in my slick arousal. ‘Did he starve you so long” a smile spread across his face He pushed them inside me without warning, curling hard against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.I cried out, my head falling back against the door with a thud. “Xavier… oh God…”He pumped his fingers faster, his thumb circling my swollen clit wi

Marcus You shouldn’t have taken that,” he repeated, his voice low and rough—like gravel crushed under boots.His gaze flicked once more to the empty wine glass on the table before settling back on me.“You really thought you could just walk away… even after I told you not to leave?”“I—I didn’t feel good,” I stammered, my voice unsteady. “I couldn’t wait anymore… and you were busy with your fiancée.”Ethan closed the remaining distance in one smooth deliberate step, his chest brushing mine smooth and warm cutting through the cool night air, wrapping around me.A soft laugh slipped from him—quiet, almost amused—and it scraped against my nerves. Nothing about this was funny.His hand came up suddenly, fingers gripping my jaw with firm possession as he tilted my face up to his. His grip wasn’t harsh but it wasn’t gentle either. Controlling. Certain.His thumb dragged slowly across my lower lip.“Jealous?” he asked.His eyes held mine, unblinking, intense enough to pin me in place.I wan