All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

77 Chapters

001: MISTAKEN HUNGER.

CIARA'S POV I could tell it was my husband from the way he tilted his head and sharp blue eyes peeked out through the mask and stared intensely at me from across the crowded hall like he wanted to drag me into the nearest dark corner and fuck me against the wall until I forgot my own name. It'd been so long since Simon looked at me with that kind of naked hunger. Lately, he's too busy to even spare me a glance. I love him regardless, because he's working that hard just to keep me... and my family happy. I adjusted the mask as I looked away and moved to join the small group of ladies chatting. When I glanced back, he was still staring now even leaned back into the cushion to eye fuck me properly. The way his eyes linger on my exposed cleavage and bare thighs through the high slit of my dinner dress causes heat to rise between my thighs. Maybe he misses this version of me? I do like the attention, I won't lie. I made extra effort to look this... eatable for the birthday

002: TWO SIMONS??

CIARA'S POV Just when I'm still looking around the dark room and regretting my stupid impulse, he undoes his tie, tossing it aside together with his suit jacket. He strides towards me. He surprises me by sliding one rough palm up my bare thigh fingers trailing until his fingers reach the drenched lace between my legs. He hooks the soaked fabric aside with a single finger, exposing me completely. The cool air hits my swollen clit and makes me hiss. His other hand cups my breast fully, thumb circling my already-pebbled nipple, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp. Long fingers curl lightly around my throat tilting my chin up so I have nowhere to hide. There's something strange in his darkened blue eyes as he leans closer. Our hearts beat in unison as he devours my lips like an incredible world kissing champion. I gasp loudly, wrapping my hands around his neck for support. Did we switch scripts? He was supposed to fumble with his belt, shove inside me quick and mecha

003: SHE WAS ALWAYS MEANT FOR ME.

CAIN POV From the distance where I'm sitting, I watch Ciara tug a stray red lock behind her ears— the same nervous habit she had seven years ago. Some things about her never changed, not even after marrying my brother. She forces a fake smile as she bends to greet the guests, offering me an exclusive view of her perfectly round ass. My cock twitches hard. I sit straighter, casually dropping both hands over my lap to hide the thickening bulge already straining my trousers. Those full tits, barely contained by the deep neckline, rise and fall with every breath. I can picture them free, hard and flushed pink nipples begging for my mouth. I’d suck them brutally, with my teeth grazing until she cried out, begging me to stop even as her fingers tangled in my hair to pull me closer. Fuck. She’s the first thing Simon has that I actually crave, not just want, but need to claim. I had first seen her seven years ago. She was too polished for a man like me, too well-bred... Too c

004: NO ONE HAS TO KNOW.

CAIN'S POV I walked toward Ciara, but Simon quickly intercepted, running his hands all over her body and inquiring if she'd be okay. I step back. I had greeted my dad earlier and my mother wasn't even there. I think I'm done with this party too. I head downstairs to the first floor—still crowded enough that no one notices me slip out to the side terrace for a quick smoke. The nicotine does nothing to dull the ache in my cock or the memory of her taste. I crush the cigarette under my heel when I see Ciara coming. She stared at me. My jawline, my eyes. Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first, just a soft exhalation. "You—" Her voice cracks, barely above a whisper. She glanced wildly around the corridor. I don't move. I just watched her with a half-smile playing at his lips. "You knew," she hisses, stepping forward on trembling legs. "You knew exactly who I was. You let me," she pauses. "You let me spread my legs for you like some desperate slut thinking it was my h

005: IMPOSSIBLE LONGING.

Ciara's POV "Baby, must you go to work today?" I pout at Simon as we stood facing each other in the center of the room. "Of course I have to, darling, and you know that," he says impatiently. "It wouldn't tell well of me to sit at home a day after my dad's birthday celebration." I bit my lips and threw my hands around his neck. "It could be a hangover." "You know you should rest," he tells me with a smile as he removes my hands wrapped around my neck and holds them in his hands. "You weren't feeling too well last night." "I'm great now...just a slight headache." "You should still get more rest," he says in a concerned tone. "A few family members would start moving in today since this is where mum would stay." His voice cracks. We all loved mum. It's a shame that cancer is threatening to take her away from us. "I should... Get to work now." He turned to leave. "Not even a kiss?" "You never liked that, remember?" he says uneasily. "That's not true. I always did,

006: TOO CLOSE AGAIN

Ciara's POV I gulp. My legs are trembling. I'm breathing too fast. I can't look at him and not remember last night how I shamelessly came alive and gosh... My panties are sticky to my inner thighs. He puts his hands around my waist to settle me as he lowers his face to my chin, trailing his lips down to my neck and slowly sniffs in. "You smell different." "No way you could have mastered my scent in just one night." My voice comes out too husky. I'm standing in the middle of my husband's dining room with the entrance open while his twin touches me like I'm his. In a house filled with maids, anyone could walk in... Anyone! “You smelled like roses yesterday,” he murmured. “I liked that.” "Well, my husband didn't, so he changed my body wash." I stressed the word husband to pass my message through. "Ahh, what a thoughtful brother. You smell like strawberries now, and I love to suck them." "I'm your brother's wife." "The same husband who used your connection to get a prom

007: IF I WANTED YOU.

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 upstairs." "No." He didn't even think about it. "I'm not dancing here either. I need to get work done." "Turn it down!" Why am I so mad? I think it has something to do with the unsatisfied ache in my panties. I start moving but pause and retreat from my steps. "You know we'll be stuck together in this house for a while. So, if you can...kill this whole unfriendly energy you've got around you. It did serve us better." "Unfriendly?" He taunts with a wide gasp. "We've never been friends. All I remember is you seducing and begging me to fuck you at my father's birthday party—" "That was a mistake," I pause. "I am a married woman... happily married at that, and I would never betray my marr

008: I MOANED THE WRONG NAME.

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. "Why were you alone with Cain?" He questions, staring suspiciously at me. I force myself to hold his gaze because any flinch now, and he’ll read it as guilt over my supposed "infertility" issues. "I've told you already. His machine was too loud, and I had to request he quiet it." My husband nods but he doesn't look sure. He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside, then he leans in, fingers holding my chin and tilting my head forward, and that's all. He doesn't kiss or do anything further. "Let's have a good time, then."Since, I'm horny and very desperate I drag the neckline of my dress down; heavy breasts spill free, nipples already stiff and aching for his teeth. My other hand yanks

009: SAY YOU HATE ME...

Ciara's POV He leans lazily against the counter. One hand drops to grip his cock through the joggers, and he strokes himself watching me watch him. "You flinched when you saw it was me, but you didn’t when you thought I was him." I tear my eyes away from the bulge between his thighs. "If you were him…" "I’m not," he cuts in and doesn't even let me finish. "I'm not a bitch sitting around for handouts from my father. I'm the man who broke into the industry on my own terms." he pauses, then adds. "I’m not Simon. I don’t take what’s handed to me. I take what I want..." "Why do you live like this if you have more than him?" It's my turn to cut him off. He rubs his hands over his tattoo and glances at the garage through the window. "Because that is my life." He says calmly. I nod, pretending to follow what he's saying, but his answer is just another reminder why I can't let him ruin my marriage. Wanting him wasn’t the problem, but losing everything for him was the problem. He c

010: PLAY THE PERFECT WIFE.

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 bring up the issue. Did he know I was in that kitchen with Cain? Did he recognize my robe? Did Cain cover up for me? I want to stay in bed all day and avoid any possible confrontation, but my stomach is already crumbling, and I had planned to hangout with my best friend, so I had to get up and get ready. After showering and throwing on a simple shirt and shorts, I checked my body three times before stepping out of the room. There are no marks, no scent, no proof of what almost happened last night. I'm greeted by a very rowdy hallway with staff cleaning and moving things and... I just remembered more of the Hale family members are still moving. At least, the house would be full, and I would

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