All Chapters of Seducing My Husband's Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

PURITY •••••••••• Over the years, I've come to realize that Ryan's kindness is nothing but second nature to him. Don't get me wrong, that man is brutal. I've never seen him in action, but he has a reputation. He's like the cooler, calmer version of Ryat. Where his brother is an active volcano, he's a ticking time bomb—dormant. It's why I didn't let his kindness get to me. Not when he was the brother present through my pregnancy, and the one there for my labour, I didn't feel the need to attach too much importance to any of these. So, yeah, it was quite stupid that I started feeling important after that club incident. A real eye opener was when he disappeared close to my second labour, but that incident in his office was the final straw—the one that broke the camel's back. Can't believe it's been four fucking days, and I'm still thinking about this! I grip the device between my legs and the buzz intensifies. "Ooh!" I slap a hand over my mouth, arching my back. "F-uuck!"

RYAN•••••••I pick the card up again, letting it rest between my fingers like it's something delicate, something you're not supposed to touch but can’t help inspecting.'Elysium' is printed across the top in gold foil, the letters sharp, elegant, gleaming under the office light. Beneath it, in smaller script, it reads, 'An Exclusive Evening of Indulgence and Prestige.'The scent of the paper is faint but rich—vanilla and leather. I turn it over, flipping it between my hands. Marcus DeLuca's name is there in embossed silver, his signature curling across the bottom like a warning.I set the card down, staring at it, knowing exactly what it represents. A night of luxury, yes, but a luxury built on power and desire.Heaving, I flick the card further across the table. This is simply a jab, an insult."He invites you year in, year out," Kylian's voice filters through from across the table. "Why don't you attend? Just this once."An irrepressible scoff breaks through my lips. "Why don't we

PURITY••••••••••"Ugh!"That guttural pleasure groan comes from Marco as he pounds into me, the pleasure skyrocketing. His arms are dusted with closely packed goosebumps, smearing across his skin like stardust.He pushes in again and hits a spot—the spot. "Fuck!" My eyes roll into my head, my back aching accordingly.My legs are thrown in the air, straight up, separated by the widest distance possible. His hands—though shaky from the pleasure—hold them firmly in place, giving him maximum access to my sweet spot.Feverishly, he pulls out, retracting his dick until we're almost completely separated before he slams back in, his balls slapping against my ass."Ugh!" Marco does fuck roughly. Since we began this arrangement four days ago, there's never been anything gentle about his strokes. He's always too energetic, too eager to devour and pound me in. But that's good. I want sex that would take my mind off everything else, and this is that.Again, he pulls out and slams back in with a

PURITY •••••••••• I never thought of myself as the type to get knocked up within the first month of marriage, but that was exactly what happened. Barely two months after ours, we were in attendance at Adrian and Damian's wedding, so everybody was there, everybody was busy. I guess the rush of the event, all the heat and excitement, and probably skipping a meal or two, got to me—next thing I knew, the room was spinning, and I fainted. Somehow, Ryat managed to be absent for this, just like he's managed over the years to be absent from everything important to me. Ryan was off handling business, and I wasn't his concern. Raya, however, was right by my side, steady as always. She made a bet when I finally came to, saying the doctor would tell me I was pregnant. I argued, saying it wasn't possible, but of course, she turned out to be right. Naive me blamed Ryat's absence on his lack of interest in that branch of the Reigns family, but now it occurs to me that he was probably cheating w

PURITY •••••••••• I'm uncomfortable. It's difficult pinpointing the reason why, but it definitely has loads to do with the way Ryan's eyes are judging me. At this point, I think I'd prefer if it was his brother and not him that showed up here. I mean, it was exciting and all seeing Raya, liberating seeing my boy, but when Ryan popped out, I felt overwhelming... shame? "Fuck." The word filters through like a quiet breath, loud enough so I can hear it, but too low to allow anybody else. I lower my gaze and scan my nails, looking for nothing in particular, but this nervous search definitely brings to my attention how much I need a professional manicure. Inevitably, my mind travels back to Marco. He popped right out of the wardrobe after the trio left. Somehow—because I'm sure we weren't loud enough—he found out it was Ryan and not Ryat, so he made a whole urgency show, saying how it was important that Ryan see him. "Boss." My heart stops. That nauseating knot returning to my bow