Her Request

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**Yasmeen’s POV**

I was still laughing when the door of Naxi Bar open.....

Not a happy laugh. The kind that scraped my throat raw and made the bartender glance over like he was deciding whether to cut me off. The tequila glass sat in front of me, half-empty, the liquid catching the low amber light. I stared at it the way people stare at fire—waiting for it to burn something clean.

Lucas’s voice still echoed in my skull. Then Elsa’s moans. The way she had taken him on our sheets while I stood in the rain with blood drying on my temple.

I lifted the glass again and drank. The burn felt honest. Everything else in my life had been a lie.

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Liam walked in.

He moved through the private lounge like he owned the air itself—taller than Lucas, broader in the shoulders, the same sharp jaw but colder eyes.

Liam’s gaze found me instantly. He stare at the empty bottles, the mask pushed down under my chin, the cut on my forehead, and the way I was still smiling at nothing.

“Yasmeen.” He whispered.

I giggled like a child….. “Look at you. Coming to rescue the perfect marriage counselor. How noble.”

He didn’t answer. He simply reached me, slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, and lifted me like I weighed nothing. Like I was something fragile he refused to let shatter on the floor.

I chuckled….

My arms went around his neck on instinct. My fingers clenched in the front of his shirt. One button popped open under the pressure, then another. The fabric parted just enough that my knuckles brushed his bare, warm skin.

Fuck!!! I cursed drunkly….

Elsa was the most stupid woman on earth.

She had this—taller, hotter, and…..the kind of husband who actually looks at a woman like he could ruin her and then put her back together—and she still chose Lucas.

I remembered how Lucas was fucking Elsa different styles and position…. And I bit my lower lips hard….

Lucas was boring on bed just missionary with the lights off and his eyes closed.

Why didn’t I notice?…..

He hate to fuck me…..

Eleven months of kisses on the cheek and excuses and hotel soap on his skin.

I didn’t see men as something a woman could be loyal to anymore. They were tools. Warm bodies. Weapons. If Lucas could use my cousin to break me, I could use his brother to break them both.

And everybody will have their own plate of hurt at the end….

The rain was dropping again…. I wrap my arm on Liam’s neck… Thinking about different possible ways I won’t file a divorce but a payback…

Liam carried me through the rain without a word, his jaw tight. He opened the passenger door of his black SUV and lowered me into the seat carefully, like I might crack. His shirt still hung open..... my hands had ruined it. My eyes dropped again before I could stop them.

He noticed. Of course he did.

He shut the door, walked around, and slid behind the wheel. The engine purred. Then Rain hammered the roof. For a long moment neither of us spoke.

I turned toward him, drunk courage flooding every of my vein. “You’re hotter than him,” I whispered….

“Taller. Meaner. And I bet you’re bigger down there too.”

Liam’s hands flexed on the steering wheel and he scoffed….. “Drunkard…. He snarled focusing on the road…..

“I’ve been dry for almost a year.” The confession slipped out raw.

And he nearly stop the car…..

“He only ever did missionary. One position. Like I was something he had to finish quickly so he could go back to her.”

My laugh cracked. “I used to beg. Can you believe that? The woman who tells half of California how to keep a marriage alive… begging her own husband for more than five minutes on her back to fuck her….

Something dark moved behind Liam’s eyes.

You are not suspose to tell me all this…. Can you just stop Yasmeen…. He whispered….

I leaned across the console before sense could stop me. My lips brushed the corner of his mouth.

Soft.

Testing.

He went completely still.

Then his hand came up, his fingers wrap lightly around the front of my throat—not hard enough to hurt, just firm enough to tilt my face exactly where he wanted it. He kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful. It was deep and claiming and furious, like he had been holding this back for months.

His tongue slid against mine, tasting tequila and salt and every broken piece of me. My pulse hammered under his palm. Heat flooded low in my belly, sharp and sudden, the kind of ache Lucas had never once bothered to create.

I made a small, needy sound into his mouth.

That was when he tore away.

He released my throat and sat back hard against the seat, breathing like he had run miles. Guilt carved across his face for half a second before he locked it down again.

“We can’t,” he said roughly. “You’re my brother’s wife.”

I chuckled, drunk and mean and suddenly very clear as Rain streaked the windows, turning the world outside into watercolor. Inside the car it was just us and the wreckage our spouses had made.

“Let’s do an eye for an eye,” I whispered.

Liam’s head turned slowly.

I stare deep into his eyes…. My heart slamming, my thighs pressing together against the hollow ache that had lived in me for almost a year. “I want you to fuck me too… the way he fucks Elsa.”

His eyes dropped to my mouth, still swollen from his kiss, then lower, to the open collar of his own shirt where my hands had been. Something hungry and vengeful flickered there—

Liam’s voice came out low, almost a growl. “You understand what you’re asking.”

“I understand exactly what I’m asking.” I whispered....

Fuck me anyhow you like while I make him fall for me and Forget about Elsa…