Todos los capítulos de Seducing My Husband's Brother : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 56

RYAN••••••••"What the fuck, brother?" He lifts his hands, the right one weighed down by a black suitcase. "This bitch's supposed to be alone."I straighten, fixing my watch. "This bitch almost drowned.""Excuse me?"He follows. "Almost? Why almost?""We don't want her dead," I remind him again, throwing myself on the deck chair."Ow!" He does the same. "I'm guessing you came just in time.""Hm.""Lucky her." He turns to a dumbstruck Purity. "Looks like Jesus really loves you." His gaze line dips, running over her body. "Don't you think that's a little inappropriate?"She scoffs. "I can wear whatever I want."She flips her finger and lets loose, falling back-first into the pool.Ryat shakes his head.Splash!"She's wearing something comfortable for swimming."His eyes find me. A small smile tugs at the sides of his lips. "I might not trust her, but I trust you."My heart tightens.I try to speak through the lump, but end up barely capable. "Do you really not care what happened? Ahem!

RYAN••••••••"¡Mamá!" He jumps in my arms, kicking at the sight of the roof.I look down at the dark shingled roof tucked into the thicket, the wood dulled from years of sun and ocean wind. "Yes." I nod. "Mama." Then, looking back at his excited little face, a smile warms mine. "We might need to fix that accent, though"—not that I'm a bigot—"can't have a Spanish don, sì?""¡Sí!"I frown."Sì."The jaw-separating grin returns. "Bravo, piccolo mio."He smiles up at me, his amber eyes made several shades lighter by the amount of light entering them—or by the one radiating through.He looks down again and almost jumps out of my arms."Whoa! Easy, buddy.""¡Mamá!" he goes again, pointing.I tilt my head, and sure enough, Purity's standing on the roof, right next to the 'H,' and she's dressed to kill... me."Bienvenidos!" she shouts over the mechanical whirr of the chopper's blades. "Es un placer tenerte aquí."Saint wriggles out of my hands and charges at his mom, wading through the roto

RYAN••••••••The tip of the pen skids over the flat surface of the sheet, drawing aimless, swirly lines that mean nothing.It's difficult to pay attention when the mind is being corrupted by the image of a naked woman leisurely sprawled in front of you. The image of you taking her invitation and shoving your cock inside her wet pussy, fucking her raw against the hard desk, paying no attention to the consequences."Argh!" The pen clatters on the table as I recline into the chair, a hand brushing through my wet hair.I poured water over my head in the hopes of washing those nasty thoughts away. It didn't work.It's difficult to tell if Purity actually understands the gravity of her actions. Trying to pin brother against brother, family against family.She didn't try after that day when I arrived. She didn't get close after she left the room. She didn't even utter a word or try to get my attention after. It's almost as if she's given up.I should be happy, I know, but the dark part of m