Bitter Truth

“This is wrong…” I whispered, though my voice betrayed me with the quiver of want. “But I want you in me more… I need you, Tyler. My body yearns for you. I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop.”

He smirked, hovering just above me, his hand sliding down my thigh, slow and teasing. “Say it again,” he murmured, voice low and wicked, “say you need me.”

“I…” The words died in my throat as his lips cut me short. His mouth crashed against mine, rough, demanding, claiming me before I could finish my confession. My heart pounded wildly, my body already arching into him as though it remembered this rhythm better than my mind did.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, hot and relentless, stealing my breath. His other hand slid between my legs, fingers brushing against the aching need he had already lit inside me. I gasped into his kiss, hips jerking, betraying me completely.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he growled against my lips, dragging his finger along my heat, slow enough to make me tremble. “Don’t lie, Chloe. Your body always tells the truth.”

A whimper escaped before I could stop it. My nails dug into his shoulders as his fingers pressed inside, curling just right, stroking until my thighs trembled. I hated how easily he undid me. Hated how much I loved it.

“Tyler…” His name left my lips like a prayer and a curse all at once.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, then down my throat, his lips hot against my skin. “You’re mine,” he whispered darkly. “You’ve always been mine, no matter whose ring you wear.”

His words made my chest tighten. This was madness. What else could go wrong, knowing I had betrayed my husband by sleeping with his brother, and worse, my ex-lover? My mind screamed stop, but my body cried more. And the cruelest truth of all haunted me: I carried a child, and I still didn’t know whose it was.

But his mouth… God, his mouth didn’t care about consequences. It trailed fire down my stomach, lower and lower, until his tongue replaced his fingers, tasting me, driving me insane. My back arched violently, a sharp cry tearing from me as his tongue moved with sinful precision. Every lick, every flick, every greedy suck shattered me further.

“Please…” I moaned, gripping his hair, pulling him closer. “Please, Tyler…”

He lifted his head slightly, lips glistening, eyes burning with lust and victory. “That’s it. Beg for me. I love hearing how wrong you know this is while your body begs for more.”

Before I could answer, he replaced his mouth with his fingers again, thrusting deeper, curling hard until I was writhing, my body slick with sweat. My breath came out broken, my moans filling the room.

And then, without warning, he spread my legs wider, positioning himself. I felt the hard press of him against me, hot and demanding.

“Tyler, no…”

“Yes,” he cut me off, pushing forward, sliding into me inch by inch until I was completely filled. A shudder ripped through me, my nails sinking deep into his back.

The first thrust was brutal, a reminder of what we were risking, what I had already lost. But the second… the second was bliss. My walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper, my cries echoing against his groans.

Every movement was a sin, every thrust dragging me closer to a dangerous edge I had no power to resist. His pace quickened, our bodies slamming together in a rhythm that was both punishment and salvation. His hand gripped my thigh, holding me open, his lips crashing into mine as if he could devour the guilt out of me.

I kissed him back just as fiercely, drowning in the chaos, in the heat, in the madness of what we were doing. My body betrayed every ounce of reason I had left, giving in to the pleasure I should never have tasted.

And when the wave finally hit me, when I shattered completely around him, the truth stabbed deeper than his thrusts ever could.

Everything seemed right. His touch, his heat, his body inside mine, everything I had longed for.

But yet, everything was wrong.

He was my husband’s brother.

My ex-lover.

The man who had broken me before.

And now, even as I lay tangled in his arms, my body weak and trembling from his love, one truth burned me alive…

I still felt too much for him.