All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Simon's POV The storm had finally started to die. I stood in the dark of my study with one hand braced against the window frame, watching the courtyard below. Ciara crossed through the rain beside Cain. Both of them drenched. Her hair clung to her neck. His hand hovered near the small of her back like Then she slipped slightly on the wet stone and Cain caught her elbow immediately. My jaw tightened. She looked up at him for a while before pulling away and hurrying toward the house. I took a slow sip of whiskey. Months ago, I would've exploded over this. I would've broken something. Picked a fight with Cain just to hear him deny it to my face. Now I just watched. My brother had always been weak when it came to wanting things he shouldn't touch. Women, power, violence... and Ciara was all three. Father still believed Cain was the stronger son. The heir built for the empire, but men like Cain always destroyed themselves eventually. A soft knock sounded behind me from the

Cain POVMy woman's glare could slit my fucking throat from across the ballroom. Fuck if she kept looking at me with those eyes I may be forced to cross the room, bend her over of one these well decorated tables and fuck her pretty ass in front of the entire elite society she so worshippedThe Redford Gala is suffocating and everyone present seem to have a degree in fake smiling. “Honey,” Natalia clung to my arm in that backless red gown that screamed sex and power, her body pressed against mine for the cameras. She played her role perfectly—laughing at my jokes, brushing her lips against my jaw for the photographers. But my eyes kept finding my woman who stood beside my twin like the perfect trophy wife in a conservative black dress he’d clearly chosen. She looked like she wanted to murder me every time Natalia touched me. Fuck. That jealousy in her eyes made my cock strain against my combat pants. “You’re staring again,” Natalia murmured against my ear. “Try not to get hard on

Cain's POV The elevator opened with a metallic groan as cold air hit my face immediately. I walked fast as I approached the archive door. It's still sealed. I turned the knob, but it's locked. I glanced around. There's no visible breach. I keyed in my override anyway. The heavy door unlocked with a dull click and darkness greeted me first, followed by the smell of cigarette smoke. Every muscle in my body locked. Nobody smoked in here like that anymore not after... I stepped inside slowly. The room stayed mostly dark except for one desk lamp glowing in the far corner. I squinted my eyes. A figure sat sideways on the metal desk with his fucking boots resting against my chair. He has a leather jacket on, at least whoever this intruder is has a decent sense of fashion.. The lamp caught the sharp line of his... her jaw as she lifted her head slightly. “Still walking around like you’re about to kill somebody,” she murmured. That familiar voice caused me to stop dead on my f

Ciara's POV The after-party had thinned out by the time I slipped outside. Music still pulsed low from the speakers near the house, but most people had drifted indoors or passed out on lounge chairs. I needed air. Needed to get away from Simon’s hand on my lower back and the way he kept smiling at his father, like our whole marriage wasn’t rotting from the inside. My kimono jacket clung to my skin from the sudden heat. The thin silk stuck to my thighs and breasts as I walked to the edge of the pool. I kicked off my slippers and sat on the cool stone, dipping my feet into the water. “Are you okay?” Cain's familiar voice called from behind me. I turned. Cain is standing behind me with his hands in his pockets, shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His eyes moved over me slowly. I looked away and just stared at the ripples my feet made in the water. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” He took another step closer. “Because I know exactly how you sound when you’re trying not to

Cain's POV Days later, I stood in the hallway again watching her move through the house. Ciara’s steps were too quiet, and her shoulders curved in. She didn’t know I was there. She never does until I decide she should. I straightened and moved further down the hallway. The study door was cracked open. Fuck, I hadn't been expecting this. Simon’s laptop laid on the desk, screen still unlocked because he always got careless when he drank. I slipped inside, closed the door behind me, and sat in his chair. The leather was still warm. He’d been here not long ago. My fingers moved across the keys without hurry swiping through old emails, voice memos and therapy notes. I read about how Ciara looked at me too long, how Alice asked too many questions about the shipments, how he’d fix it if she talked. I knew. I’d known for months. Simon showed up at my door one night months before the marriage really started falling apart. His eyes were bloodshot and knuckles split open. He told me h