Hello, Brother (1)

DYSON

"Ooh! Baby!" Mandy moaned into the bed, her ass rippling as I pounded into her. As my mother said, I fucked out all my frustrations on her. This was the only stress relief I had, and one of the reasons I was glad to have her as my wife.

She grabbed the bedsheet to steady herself as I slammed into her, as though I wanted to break her back with the force I was using. The headboard crashed against the wall with heavy thuds. I grunted, feeling how tightly her p*ssy squeezed my c*ck.

"Shh," I groaned, my head falling back. I didn't want my mother or anyone else to hear her screaming like a slut, but then again, it was my house. I was the one who owned it. I owned everything here, including the woman I was fucking.

"Mmm!" she moaned obediently, her screams lowering into strangled moans. I lifted my hand and struck her ass, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh. She yelped, and her juices squirted onto my thigh.

I held her waist, biting my lip.

Yes... this was what power felt like.

This was how that fucking woman should have obeyed me.

Instead, she fucking humiliated me!

I pulled out abruptly, and Mandy squirted, shaking profusely. I turned her onto her back on the bed, her legs spread wide.

She held onto her toes, her eyes rolled back as she rode out her orgasm. I pressed the head of my c*ck against her entrance before slamming deep inside her. Her head fell back, and her body arched. I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around her nipples before taking one into my mouth and sucking hard.

"Y-yes... oh... baby... ngh!"

We spent hours locked inside the room, fucking. I took her from the bed to the bathroom and fucked her against the wall.

After several hours, when my head had finally cleared, I slumped onto the bed, my entire body aching with exhaustion.

I looked down and saw her sucking my c*ck, her fingers gently playing with my balls. Though I was too tired to stand, the same couldn't be said for my c*ck.

I let her continue while my mind returned to figuring out how I could crush Alexis and get my hands on the money that would save my business.

Wait.

My eyes widened slightly when that annoying simp flashed through my mind again.

"He looks awfully familiar." I sprang up, pressing a hand to my forehead. "Where have I seen him before?"

My eyes darted around the room when it suddenly occurred to me.

Damn it!

How did I not recognize him right away?

"Xavier... so he's back." A laugh escaped my lips before I realized it. "I can't believe my stepbrother, who left years ago, was the one with..."

My eyes fell on Mandy, who was already looking at me curiously. She stopped moving and pulled my c*ck from her mouth.

"Is something wrong?"

"No."

Not like you can help anyway.

I finished the thought silently and stood, walking toward the dressing table.

I never needed one, but Mandy had insisted on having it. I bent down and pulled open one of the drawers. Inside was a key.

I walked over to the storage cabinet where I kept some old documents. After searching through them, I found an old photograph.

It was him...

Xavier.

He looked completely different from the man he was now. In the picture, he was a sickly boy with white hair, but the man I saw in the office looked nothing like that child.

Whatever he had gone through after leaving us must have changed him.

"That's the only reason he doesn't know how to stay out of my damn business!" I cursed, crumpling the photograph in my hand as anger burned in my chest. I thought I had already vented everything, but it looked like I hadn't.

I couldn't let a bastard from my family take that woman away from me.

I knew he would do everything he could to poison her mind and paint me as the villain while making himself look like the hero.

He always did that.

That was why Mother made both his life and the life of the bitch he called his mother miserable.

"You're not saying anything."

Mandy stood and walked toward me. She stopped in front of me, cupping my face.

"What's wrong, Dyson? Let me help you."

I grabbed her hand, fighting every urge not to send her out of my room.

But then again...

She was my fated mate.

I leaned down and kissed her hand.

"Don't worry about it, dear. It's nothing too serious. I promise."

She studied my face before a small smile spread across hers.

"Okay. Do you want me to leave you alone? It looks like you're busy with something."

Her eyes shifted to the crumpled photograph in my hand.

I smiled faintly.

"No. You can stay. We still have a lot of fun to have. I don't know when I'll get the chance to taste you again."

I tossed the photograph aside as I spoke.

She chuckled and leaned up to kiss me.

I spanked her ass before lifting her into my arms. She kissed me hungrily, her fingers running through my hair. I gripped her cheek, slapped it repeatedly, and sucked on her tongue, breathing in her scent.

I carried her back to the bed and spent the rest of the night pounding her.

The next morning, I sat naked in front of my laptop with a clear head and clicked the Send button.

A cold smirk spread across my face as I stared at the letter I had just sent.

I was sure she would receive it gladly.

I closed the laptop and walked to the bathroom, waiting for her reply before putting the next phase of my plan into motion.

"Let's see how you get away with this, stepbrother.”