BETTER THAN YOUR BROTHER

Victoria worked quickly and efficiently, wrapping my ankle with clean white bandage while Damon stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching every movement like he was personally responsible for the injury.

“You need to stay off it as much as possible,” Victoria said without looking up. “Ice it tonight and keep it elevated. The wedding is only a few days away. You don’t want to be limping down the aisle do you?”

Damon’s voice came low and serious. “She’s right. Heal before the wedding. No more sudden moves.”

I barely heard either of them.

My eyes kept drifting to him instead.

The way the black shirt stretched across his shoulders. The faint outline of a tattoo that disappeared under his collar and peeked out again near his wrist when he shifted. The strong line of his forearms. The same hands that had gripped my waist last night and held me open while he fucked me senseless. I couldn’t stop looking.

Victoria finished the last strip of bandage, stood, and brushed her hands off.

“She did well,” I said quietly once she stepped back.

Damon gave a short nod. “Yeah. She’s in the medical field.”

I glanced at the door Victoria had just walked through. “Who is she, though?”

He gave a dry chuckle and shrugged, “Your fiancé’s assistant… or ex, I should say.”

My brows furrowed hard. “What do you mean?” I asked immediately.

Damon’s own brows drew together. He lifted both hands slightly like he was backing away from a live wire. “Hey. I’m still trying to get my place here. Don’t put me in any trouble.”

I gulped.

Adrian’s assistant was his ex?

And he never told me?

What was she even doing in the family mansion if it was supposed to be for family only?

My chest tightened so sharply it almost hurt. Another secret. Was there any other thing about Adrian and this family that I didn’t know?

The ground under this entire wedding felt less solid by the hour.

Damon left shortly after that. He didn’t bring up last night. Didn’t give me a single look that said *we both know*. Just a polite nod and then he was gone, leaving me alone with a bandaged ankle and a head full of noise and whispers that I was still crazy.

*****

Everyone had retired to bed.

Last night had been the best night of my life.

Tonight already felt like the worst.

I lay on my back in the dark, ankle elevated on a pillow, staring at the ceiling. The house was just too quiet. My body still remembered everything like it was replaying right before my eyes. 

The way his cock felt entering inside of me for the first time.

“Stop…” I slammed my wrist to my temple. This man was my soon to be brother-in-law, and this was the kind of thoughts I'm having? How would we live together? Seeing him daily and being unable to run my fingers through his hair and kiss his supple lip will surely be a nightmare. 

I really wanted to wake up but the wet slap of our skin against each other, I've never been fucked so hard. He looks so calm but I know he's a rough man.

Will he tell Adrian?

Is he disgusted by me?

Or maybe he has some issues up in his head that make him forget everything?

The silence drove me crazy.

I turned onto my side, then back again. The bandage around my ankle felt tight. The ache between my legs from last night had faded into a hunger that refused to leave.

I closed my eyes and instantly saw him again.

The dark shape of his body above me. The way his mouth had closed over my nipple and sucked hard, teeth grazing it until I arched off the bed. The wet heat of his tongue. The low sound he made when my pussy clenched around his cock.

God.

I wished he could do that again.

My hand slid down my stomach before I fully decided to let it. Went down over the soft fabric of my sleep shirt, and lower, until my fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties. 

Oh crap! I was already wet. Soaked, actually. 

The moment my fingers slowly brushed over my clit, a soft, shaky breath left me.

I bit my lip hard.

In my head it was his fingers instead of mine. I remember how it felt thicker and rougher but just perfect. The same fingers that had pushed inside me without warning last night and curled until my thighs shook. 

Damn, it felt good. I closed my eyes and rubbed slow circles around my clit, my hips shifting against the mattress, chasing the exact pressure I needed.

Damon was there. His grey eyes fixed seductively on me.

I saw him shoving the silk of my lingerie higher, allowing the cool air on my skin right before his mouth locked onto one nipple and sucked like he was starving.

“Mnnn,” I moaned and ran my fingers through his dark thick hair. ‘was soft and smelled intoxicating.

The dual sensation was driving me insane.

his tongue kept lashing my tight nipples while his fingers stretched me open.

Last night, he'd given me my first ever squirt and now I could feel another building up.

My two fingers moved faster inside me, curling the way he had, trying to recreate that same drag over the spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. 

But

It wasn’t enough. Not even close. But I kept going, chasing the feeling, breathing harder into the quiet room.

I imagined him flipping me onto my stomach again. Dragging my hips up and burying himself inside me in one brutal stroke while I pressed my face into the pillow. 

The wet slap of my palm against my clit served as his balls swinging against it.

The way he had spanked my ass cheeks hard and watched them jiggle as he fucked me, I'm not sure Adrian could ever fuck me with such intensity.

A soft moan slipped out of me before I could stop it.

I clamped my free hand over my mouth and kept working my fingers deeper, while my thumb kept pressing tight circles over my clit. 

My nipples were hard against the thin fabric of my shirt, aching for the same rough treatment his mouth had given them. I pinched one through the material with my other hand, twisting just hard enough to sting the way his teeth had, and the sharp spark of pleasure made my hips jerk.

In my head, Damon leaned over my back,this broad chest warm and masculine against my skin.

He reached around to rub my clit while he fucked me. His breath was hot against my ear. That low, approving sound when I begged him not to stop.

“Don’t stop, Daddy…”

The words left me in a broken whisper against my own palm.

I was close. So close. My pussy clenched around my fingers in tight, desperate pulses. As I listened to the wet sounds of what I was doing to myself filling the quiet room. 

“Fuck!” I cried out as my thighs trembled. My ankle throbbed in pain but I barely felt it anymore. All I could feel was the building pressure of my climax, my wet pussy spewing with juice of the memory of his cock stretching me until I could barely breathe.

I fucked myself harder, chasing the exact rhythm he had used, the deep, relentless strokes that had forced broken moans out of me with every impact.

“Cum for me my darling brother-in-law, do just what your brother can't do, let me feel your cum inside of me,” I moaned as I imagined the hot rush of his cum flooding me when he finally finished, groaning like a beast devouring his prey.

He was still fucking me hard and stretching my pussy wide, and I could feel his cum leaking out around his dick and trickling down my thighs while I shook through one last orgasm in his arms.

My back arched off the bed.

My fingers curled deeper when suddenly, a soft knock sounded at my door.

I froze, fingers still buried inside myself, chest heaving as I was just at the edge of the climax hovering right there but suddenly out of reach.

“Elena?”

I jerked, wiping my pussy juice off my fingers on my shirt and sat upright as the door opened 

Damon.

I swallowed.

“Um… hi,” I scratched the back of my head, still adj

usting the sheets around my waist nervously.

Why was he here?

Oh goodness, I hope he didn't hear me screaming his name and eventually came here. 

I'm doomed.