My little succubus.

Andreas POV

The house was quiet when I stepped inside, I loosened my toe as I closed the door behind me, the muted click echoing. It’s late. Later than I intended. Meetings bled into calls, calls bled into damage control, and damage control bled into mind numbing exhaustion. Still one person was constant in my mind through it all, Mirella.

I had figured a girls day out would do her much good, especially after yesterday. I admit I was keeping my distance, avoiding her in other words, it’s becoming hard to hide my attraction for her, my need for her, my numbing want for her.

So I did what I do best, what I’ve always done best, ignore her. It worked when we were kids and I’d make damn sure it works now, I made my way up the stairs and against my recent decision, the first thing I did without thinking I’d glance towards the hallway that leads to mirellas room. Goddamit.

That woman was an infatuation, an addiction, I wanted to live and breathe her, touch her, fuck her.

Damn reas, pull yourself together. It took a lot of restraint to not kiss her trembling lips the day before, her soft flesh, flush against mine, I silently prayed she didn’t notice or feel my raging hard on.

She’s home.

My feet moved towards her room like they had a mind of their own, I stop halfway when I hear it, soft movements. Fabric brushing skin.

For a second, I consider turning away.

Giving her privacy. That would be the decent thing to do. The logical thing.

Oh fucking screw logic.

Decency has never been my strongest trait.

I walk down the hallway, not bothering to hide my footsteps. If she wants to stop me she’ll say something.

Her door is ajar.

The light inside is dim, spilling out into the hallway. I knock once, lightly, before pushing it open.

“Mirella.”

She startles. Her shoulders tense, as she snaps her head towards me. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror before she turns fully, color blooming across her cheeks, like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar.

She’s barefoot, standing on the plush rug near her bed. Her hair is loose, cascading down her back in dark waves. Her golden skin and curves that etched themselves into my brain forever. And she’s wearing-

I inhale slowly. God this woman was going to be the death of me.

A black lace lingerie set, the tiny fabric hugged her in a way that makes my jaw tighten before I can stop it. My cock jerked at the sight. The curve of her waist. Her nipples had strained against the decadent black lace of her bra. I could imagine tugging her bra aside with my teeth and closing my mouth around those sweet, hardened peaks-

Control yourself reas.

Her hands hover awkwardly at her sides, unsure whether to cover herself or let me look.

Her throat bobs as she swallows.

“I-“ she clears her throat. “I didn’t know you were home.”

“I just got back.” I say evenly. My voice sounds calm and detached. A total fucking lie, I was on the verge of utter ruin and she was my prey.

“Tessa took me shopping-“ she stops herself, then shakes her head. “Uhm you asked her to take me shopping, thank you but- Uhm I was just….checking, she made me get these.”

How would a person be so fucking seductive and cute at the same time? I wanted to pull her into my arms and hug her but at the same time I wanted to fuck her into next week, both are very attractive options.

“Did you have a good time?” I ask, because she seems on the edge at the moment. Of course she’s on edge. She’s literally half naked and you, her brothers best friend are standing here, staring at her like it’s just some random Tuesday.

I mean, yeah there’s that but this seemed like something different.

“Yes, I did.” She replied, her legs awkwardly crossed.

I step closer, not crowding her, but no longer distant either.

“You seem unsure.” I say referring to the very tiny piece of clothing she had on, she didn’t seem to like it much. As much as I can tell from her face.

She gives a small, self concept smile. “I feel ridiculous.”

Excuse me? This woman, this literally goddess, looked like a fucking succubus right now, so fucking delectable, I was holding on to every piece of restraint in my body to not do the things I want to do to her and she feels ridiculous?

“Why don’t you show me everything you bought and I’ll be the judge of that.” I said in a low, dangerous tone.

Eyes wide. “Everything?”

“Yes.”

“That’s…that’s a lot..and inappropriate, you’re my broth-.”

I cut her off. I tilt my head. All voices of reasoning jumped out the fucking window, I didn’t give a fuck about the consequences right now.

“Bambolina, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, okay?” And I meant every word of it, if she said no right this moment, I’d walk out of the room right now and not look back.

The choice hangs between us, heavy.

She holds my gaze for a long second. Then nods once. Fucking hell, my dick was already straining against my zipper at this point. my little succubus.

“Okay.”

She moves to the bed, the shopping bags on-top of it. My eyes never leave her as she pulls out the first piece.

White lace. Softer.

She holds it up between us, unsure.

“Put it on.” I say, dominance dripping from my tone.

She goes into the bathroom and comes back minutes later.

Damn, I cursed under my breathe, the white lace looked even more dangerous on her than the black did. My dick twitching at the sight, her supple breasts almost spilling out of her bra, her thong sitting perfectly on her hips.

I exhale through my nose, holding on to every bit of restraint I had, to not take her ample ass against the wall.

“So, what do you think.” She quietly asks.

“Oh, I don’t think you want to know what I think mirella, I think a lot of fucking things.”

“Tell me.” She said in the most breathtakingly seductive voice.

This woman was going to be my undoing.

I could see the raging lust in those emerald eyes, she was turned on, I could only imagine how slick her pussy was for me right now.

“With time, bambolina, nows not the time, but you look jaw droppingly sexy in this, next one.”

I mask my raging lust with a cool tone.

She steps back and starts to turn towards the bathroom again. Then she stops.

“Can you..” she hesitates. “Can you unzip this?”

I look at her.

She’s facing away from me. Her fingers fidgeting at the back of the lace where the zipper sticks.

I should say no, but fuck yes!

I step behind her. Close enough that my raging hard on almost touches her back. I reach for the zipper. My knuckles brush against her skin by accident. My blood heated at the sensations.

She inhales sharply. She felt it too.

I unzip it.

When I’m done my hands doesn’t move right away, part of me wanted to throw her over my lap, rip off her thong and see how fucking wet she was myself. I needed to get out of here.

“Goodnight mirella.” I say, voice dark but, steady not waiting for a reply, as I made my way out of her room like just standing there burned me.

I don’t look back. And it takes everything in me not to.

I was going to need a very cold shower tonight.