FAZER LOGINCain's POV The second the door clicked shut behind her, Ciara’s palm cracked across my face like a whip.The slap echoed through my bedroom, sharp and satisfying. My head snapped to the side, the sting blooming across my cheek. For a heartbeat, everything went dead silent except for our ragged breathing. Then I laughed—low, rough, and dark—because fuck, it was the hottest thing she’d ever done.Ciara stood there in nothing but that thin silk robe, chest heaving, eyes blazing with pure, unfiltered fury and unshed tears. “You bastard,” she hissed, voice trembling with rage. “You fucked her right next to my room. I heard every word, every thrust, every moan. I hate you, Cain. I fucking hate you.”I touched my split lip, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood where her ring had caught me. My cock throbbed harder than it had all night with Natalia. “Do it again,” I said, stepping closer, crowding her space. “Hit me like you mean it, wife of my brother.”She did. The second slap was hard
Ciara's POV A long, terrible second passed. Then the footsteps continued down the hall, weaving unsteadily toward the stairs. He hadn’t tried the knob. Maybe he was too drunk to be sure which door he’d stopped at. The moment his steps faded, I let out a low, shaky breath. Cain's fingers withdrew slowly, dragging a reluctant whimper from my throat. He rested his forehead against mine, with his eyes closed and his jaw tight. “Fuck,” he whispered. I shoved at his chest. “Get off me. Simon’s right downstairs...” Cain’s mouth crashed down on mine, cutting me off. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, punishing, born from the terror of almost being caught. I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, but my legs still wrapped around his waist as he lifted me and carried me the few steps to the bed. We didn’t have time for anything soft. He shoved my robe the rest of the way off, spread my thighs wide, and drove into me in one brutal thrust. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my cry
Ciara's POV Down the hall I heard another sound of glass clinking. I have no doubt it's Simon. I noticed he had started drinking heavily again the moment he returned back home with Alice.I feel bad because this is another relapse. Another thing I couldn’t fix because I was too busy breaking our marriage in secret. I lay here for what felt like hours, listening to Cain and his... perfect business girlfriend finish. I feel worse listening to the quiet murmurs afterward. Sex between Cain and I was always ridiculed with banters and hate, and we never got to enjoy the sweet aftermath of sex. He has never even fucked me in his bedroom before!I feel like nothing to Cain right now. Stupid, stupid sister-in-law! I smack my head. That's exactly what I am, what I begged him to reduce me to, so why am I complaining now? I glanced the clock. It read 3:07 a.m. I couldn’t take it anymore. I slipped out of bed, pulled on a thin robe, and crept down the hallway toward Cain’s room. My head i
Ciara's POV “Cain honey,” Natalia called out softly as she stood up from the table. “It's really late and I'm feeling sleepy.” She intertwined her arm with Cain but somehow she was still glaring at me from her side vision. “We should call it a day honey.” Cain smiled sweetly at her. “Yes, I should see you off natty.” I rolled my eyes. What a wierd name. Do you know your man calls me princess? That's much better. “Isn't it too late to drive back into the city.” Linda chipped in from the corner of the dinning where she's sitting as if anyone asked her opinion. Natalia eyes lit up. “That's true. I should probably stay the night.” She bit her lips suggestively and ran a finger down his chest Cain gritted his teeth, then glanced at me. There's an apologetic look in his eyes. And that's when I realized I'm still standing. I quickly slipped back into my chair not to make it more awkward. I stared angrily at the half eaten meal in front of me. As I heard the sound of Natalia h
Ciara's POV Natalia engages my younger sister warmly, describing designers and charities. Dialogue flows around me... Mother asking pointed questions about board votes, Linda inserting barbs about loyalty, Simon trying to play peacemaker. But Cain’s presence dominates everything for me. His foot brushes mine under the table once. I jerk away sharply, glaring. Don’t, I think at him. I warned you. I’m done being your dirty secret. He smiles like he heard every word. His hand disappears under the table. I imagine it resting on Natalia’s thigh the way it used to rest on mine. The thought makes me sick. It also makes my nipples tighten against my dress. “Ciara,” Cain says aloud, passing the salt deliberately. “You look flushed. Wine too strong?” “Perfect, actually.” I take a long sip, letting the burn ground me. Inside, my mind races with memories I don’t want: Cain’s cock stretching me open in the motel last week, his hand over my mouth so no one would hear me come. “I’m just r
Ciara's POV I stand frozen at the top of the staircase, my dress buttons barely fixed, Cain’s release from seventy-two hours ago still sticky and warm between my thighs. Down in the foyer, her laugh rings out again. It's light, cultured and expensive. I don’t know this woman. I’ve never seen her before in my life. But the way Cain’s hand rests on her lower back tells me everything I need to know. He's home?? I haven't seen Cain since three days ago when Simon returned home with Alice. And I was glad because I had no idea how I'd face him after letting him fuck me in the living room the night I was waiting for my husband to find my sister after the numerous times I've called it off with him. I force myself down the stairs, one hand on the railing for balance. My legs still feel unsteady from how hard he took me earlier, even after I’d warned him—begged him—to stop. I’m married to his brother. This has to end. Alice is safe now because of Simon. The woman turns as I approach.
Ciara's POV That touch meant nothing. So why do I still feel it? I rush out and lean against the wall in the hallway trying to steady my breathing. Cain’s follows me, striding forward and only stopping when he's very close to me. Standing in a tight hallway, we hold each other breath, neithe
Ciara's POV I shouldn’t have slept, not after what almost happened in that kitchen but I forced myself to sleep as soon as I made it back to bed without getting caught. And the next day,I woke up to an empty bed. Simon is already up. I sigh and rub my hands over my face. I hope he doesn't brin
Ciara's POV Simon pulls me upstairs, his fingers tightening around my wrist like he already knew I’d done something unforgivable. I whimper, struggling to free myself, but he doesn't let go until we are finally in the room with the door shut. He gently places me on a stool and kneels before me.
CIARA'S POV I totally forget what I came here for. All I can see is a tattoo, sweaty abs and a V-shaped that was lost somewhere beneath his waistband— "My face is up here." He snaps his fingers. Oh! I lift my head to meet his face. "Can you turn down the noise? I need to get work done ups







