HOW'S MARRIED LIFE?

NYRA'S POV

God, I felt nothing at all.

Richard was on top of me again, grunting and sweating like a desperate pig. Same lifeless rhythm… in and out, in and out, like he was checking off a chore.

My silk nightie was bunched up around my waist, legs spread from pure muscle memory after three years of this bullshit. I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above us. One… two… three…

My pussy was dry as bone, completely checked out.

Then my brain betrayed me, like it always did. I squeezed my eyes shut and replaced him with Luca. Those dark, hungry eyes staring down at me. His rough voice growling right in my ear, “Shut the fuck up and take it, Nyra.”

I pictured his big, strong hands pinning my wrists above my head, his thick cock stretching me open, slamming into me hard and deep like he owned every inch of my body.

Heat exploded between my legs, and my back arched off the bed for real this time. A real, filthy moan ripped out of my throat.

In seconds I was soaked, dripping down my thighs, my pussy clenching desperately around Richard’s average dick while he kept pumping away like nothing had changed.

That did it for him, two more sloppy thrusts and he groaned loudly, shooting his weak load inside me before collapsing on my chest like a sack of bricks.

“Shit, Nyra,” he panted, rolling off me. “You could at least pretend you’re into it. You used to be way hornier. It feels like I’m fucking a dead pillow lately.”

I forced a fake smile. “Sorry, babe, long day.”

He didn’t even look at me, just scratched his hairy ass and shuffled to the bathroom.

While he was gone, I spotted the bright red lipstick smear on his suit jacket collar, it was not my shade. It should’ve pissed me off, gotten me mad, but it didn’t. Our marriage was already dead and rotting.

He came back yawning. “Night.” Turned his back and started snoring like a truck in under two minutes.

I lay there in the dark, my thighs sticky with his cum, my clit still throbbing painfully from the fantasy. My pussy was aching, wet and empty, screaming for something rough and real.

Something I knew I’d never get from him.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Mom: Come home for dinner tomorrow night baby, something important. 7pm sharp. Don’t be late.

The next evening, right before I left the house, Richard brought it up.

He was standing in front of the mirror, loosening his tie, when he glanced at me.

“Babe, the company’s in deep shit, cash flow is completely fucked. We’ve got maybe two months before things get ugly.”

I froze halfway to the door, my stomach twisted.

Richard sighed and turned around. “Look, isn’t your stepbrother Luca some big-shot CEO? The guy’s loaded. You should reach out and ask him for help, he’s family, right?”

My cheeks burned instantly. Just hearing his name out loud made my pussy clench.

“We’re not close,” I said quickly. “He’s just my stepbrother.”

Richard rubbed the back of his neck, looking tired. “Still. He bought your mom that house and gave you the car when you came back from abroad. As your brother, he’ll probably take the request seriously.”

“Stepbrother,” I corrected, my voice sharper than I intended.

He gave a small shrug. “Just think about it, okay? We’re running out of options here.”

I didn’t answer. I just grabbed my keys and headed for the door.

Richard quickly grabbed his jacket. “I’ll go with you.”

I paused but didn’t argue. We drove to Mom’s house mostly in silence.

Seven years…seven years since that night. I’d told myself I was over it, I got married, I tried to build a normal life. Luca hadn’t even come to my wedding, and that should’ve killed it.

But it didn’t.

Mom hugged me tight the second I stepped inside. “Nyra! Everyone’s in the dining room, sweetie.” She turned to Richard with a warm smile. “Richard, good to see you. Come in, come in. Dinner is almost ready.”

George looked exhausted at the head of the table, and right next to him…

Luca.

My feet stopped dead, my pulse slammed in my throat.

He was thirty-four now and even hotter than I remembered…broader shoulders, sharper jaw, that commanding presence sucking all the air out of the room.

Black button-down stretched tight across his chest. The moment his eyes locked on mine, I quickly looked away, cheeks burning.

“Luca,” I breathed, voice shaky. “Didn’t know you were back.”

“Just got in today.” He stood up slowly, that dangerous half-smile on his lips. His voice was calm and polite.

We did the family hug, his strong arms pulled me in tight against him. One hand rested on my upper back, polite, but his fingers brushed the back of my neck for the briefest moment…maybe accidental.

I pulled away first, feeling awkward.

We sat down and mom jumped in. “George’s health got worse, Luca’s been running things from the other city but he’s back full time as CEO now.

He's staying in town for good, isn't that good news?”

His mom smiled across the table. “Weren’t you two close growing up? Thought he’d have told you already.”

My cheeks burned. Close. If they only fucking knew.

“We lost touch after I went abroad,” I mumbled. I stood up fast.

“Gotta wash my hands before dinner.”

I escaped to the guest bathroom and splashed cold water on my burning face. My hands were shaking.

You’re married, get a fucking grip, Nyra.

The door opened behind me, but I didn’t turn. I already knew.

The lock clicked shut.

Luca leaned against the door, watching me in the mirror with those dark, predatory eyes. The tiny bathroom suddenly felt way too small.

“So…” His voice came out low and rough, exactly like in my dirtiest fantasies. “How’s married life?”