Fuvk me until I go crazy…. Brother Inlaw

Yasmeen p o v

Do you know what you are asking for… Liam whispered and my eyes went to his pant he was obviously getting hard….

Yes…. I whispered leaning in while he stop the car….

“Don’t you want to get Elsa back? We sleep with each other in secret and make them fall in love with us again…. Then they drop on their knees and beg us to stop….

Looking at him…. I know he knows the idea was stupid….

This nonchalant demon…. I rolled my eyes….

He didn’t start the car right away.

He just sat there in the dark, rain roaring around us, staring at the woman his brother had discarded—and for the first time since the video started playing, I didn’t feel completely powerless.

I felt dangerous.

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**Liam’s POV**

Fuck!

The sound of her voice alone almost undid me.

“I want you to fuck me too… the way he fucks Elsa.”

I nearly pin her to my passenger seat right there in my car and drove into her until she squirted all over my leather.

Until her pretty counselor voice broke into screams. Until she forgot every soft, careful moan she had ever given my brother.

*

Yasmeen Voss had been my quiet obsession for years.

College. Same campus. She was the leader of the viral dance crew that took over every party and every phone screen that year.

Long legs, sharp waist, that honey-smooth smile that made half the guys lose their minds.

They called her Sweet Honey.

If she wasn’t with her squad, she was with her cousin Elsa. I watched from a distance like a fucking coward. Lucas had a crush on Elsa back then.

I had a crush on Yasmeen so deep it lived under my ribs.

Then Lucas found out.

The second he realized where my eyes went, his attention snapped to her like a switch.

Flowers. Gifts. Intentional charms.

I stayed nonchalant on the outside while he moved in. I watched her fall for him. I watched her first book scream his name on every page.

So I killed the feeling. Buried it. I refused to fight over a woman who never even looked at my shadow.

Elsa started circling me instead. Our mother pushed the twin wedding idea hard.

Same day. Same church. Perfect picture. I proposed because Elsa was the closest parody of Yasmeen I could legally touch.

A stand-in.

A poor copy.

And for a while it worked—until Elsa noticed Lucas spent more, smiled more for cameras, and became the “ideal husband” Yasmeen sold to all of California. Elsa drifted. Of course she did. Lucas always won everything between us.

Until tonight.

The girl who once never looked at my shadow had just kissed me like she was starving and asked me to ruin her.

I kept my mouth shut for a long minute, my pulse hammering in my throat. What if she was only drunk? What if morning came and she hated me for touching her?

“Do you want me to drop you at home?” I finally asked, my voice rough.

“No.” She shook her head hard, tears slipping again. “I don’t want to go home… until Elsa leaves.”

She was shaking. The sight of it cracked something in my chest I had kept locked for years.

So

I didn’t even take her to the house she shared with my brother. I drove to the secret penthouse I kept in the city—the one no one knew about, not even Elsa. By the time we pulled into the private garage the rain had stopped. The night felt too quiet.

I got out, rounded the car, and lifted her into my arms again. She weighed almost nothing. Her face pressed against my neck, still smelling of tequila and heartbreak.

“This isn’t your house,” she whispered.

“It’s my secret penthouse.”

She gave a broken little laugh. “It’s not secret anymore. You brought me here.”

I carried her upstairs in silence, unlocked the door, and took her straight to the bedroom. When I set her on her feet she swayed. I grabbed a clean white towel from the shelf and tossed it at her.

“Use it.

That’s the Bathroom there.”

She caught the towel and disappeared without another word. The second the bathroom door clicked shut I stripped out of my wet clothes. Shirt. Pants. Everything damp from the rain and from carrying her. I pulled on a fresh pair of black sweatpants, nothing else, and rubbed a towel roughly over my hair.

I was still shirtless, back half-turned to the bathroom door, when she came out.

The white towel was wrapped high on her chest, ending mid-thigh. Her damp hair clung to her neck. The cut on her forehead had been cleaned. And her eyes—those same eyes that used to look through me on campus—went wide the second they landed on my bare chest.

She stared like she wanted to eat me alive.

I turned away on purpose, giving her my back, trying to get my breathing under control. That was when I felt her.

Her Soft arms slid around my waist from behind. Her body pressed flush against my spine. The towel was the only thing between us. Then her middle finger lifted and began to circle one of my nipples in a slow, deliberate motion. Round and round.

Soft.

Teasing.

My cock jerked hard against my sweatpants instantly.

Her breath warmed my shoulder blade.

“I'm giving you my consent.... Fuck me until I go crazy,”“Brother-in-law.”she whispered.

The words hit like a direct stroke down my shaft.

I closed my eyes. Every muscle locked. The competitive fire that had lived between Lucas and me.....my entire life roared up hotter than ever.

He had taken the girl I wanted. He had taken my wife. He had been the face of a perfect marriage while he fucked her cousin behind both our backs.

Now the same girl was pressed to my back, half-naked, Partially drunk on heartbreak and tequila, asking me to destroy her the way he had destroyed everything else.

I reached down and caught her wrist gently, stopping the slow circle of her finger. My voice came out low and dangerous.

“You’re still drunk, Yasmeen.”

“I’m not drunk anymore.” Her lips brushed my skin..... I know what I want..... I'm so horny.....

My control frayed.

I turned in her arms slowly until we faced each other. The towel slipped a fraction. Her eyes were glassy but clear enough.

Hungry. Ruined. Beautiful.

I cupped the side of her neck, thumb resting over her pulse, and leaned down until my mouth hovered just above hers.

I’m not going soft… I whispered completely in pure Lust