Alle Kapitel von Married to One, Tempted by Another.: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Cain's POV I count to five while he kisses her. One, to keep my fists from clenching. Two, to stop myself from dragging him off her. Three, to remind myself why I’m still standing here. By four, I already know I’m not doing this for him but for her. The way mother is smiling and enjoying the awful show, I don't want to ruin her mood. Once it's over, Simon steps back and I fucking release my breath. Ciara on the other hand bends her head in shame unable to look me in the eyes after what she had just done. Good! I nod. So fucking good. Simon smooths mother's hair before stepping out. I step closer to mother unable to help myself. "You don't look well." I blurt out. "Don't I? But at least I can still see you." She laughs at her bad attempt to make a joke. Did cancer also take her sense of humor? "That's not fucking funny." I sniff in, my eyes already growing watery. I'm a big dawg, a tough dude but at the end of the day mother is the only one who actually sees me, understa

Ciara's POV I rush back to my room, breathing heavily as I shut the door behind me. This is my only safe haven, for now. I need to get out of this house to a safer place. My hands tremble as I pick my phone to dial Seraphine's number. She answers on the first ring. "When will you be here?""Oh shit!" She swears loudly. Then, the unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin and a deep male grunt followed by her low, throaty moan fills the line."Are you..." The words die in my throat as I try to picture what I'm hearing. "Ewww. I've told you that's disgusting." I react too quickly forgetting I'm the bigger hypocrite considering what I had just done with my husband's twin."Ahhh... baby." Her voice comes over the line. "Just keep me a moment to take this call." I hear a disappointed sigh on the other end as footsteps shuffle out. "Sorry, babe. That man was too good to pass up. His dick is stupidly big.”"Sera, we need to plan for my anniversary party tomorrow, remember?""I thought Linda

Ciara's POVI spent three agonizing hours turning myself into the woman I prayed my husband would finally crave.I cooked his favorite meal, roasted lamb with rosemary, the one that used to make him pull me onto his lap and forget the world. Candles and soft lightening are placed around the intimate table I’d set in the smaller parlor, just steps from our bedroom wing. The house is quiet. Everyone else had already left for Aunt Linda’s grand anniversary dinner.I have exactly two hours to remind Simon why he married me before we had to leave for the big party at 10:00 p.m. I'm standing in front of the mirror, fingers trembling slightly as I adjust the soft white lace against my skin. Simon had said white looked so good on me during our early years of marriage.The fabric is so thin it's barely there. It's just clings enough to remind anyone looking that it could be taken off just as easily.A delicate white corset sits tightly on my waist, pushing everything up and out, leaving my e

Ciara's POV Everyone is celebrating my marriage while I’m still trying to forget the way his brother touched me. Simon is charming the relatives by refilling other's wine, and not mine, telling stories, and not looking at me. He's literally reacting to everyone except his wife. As for me, I feel humiliated from the earlier no-show but I still have to smile on cue, nod too much, laugh at Simon’s lame jokes, and squeeze his hand like the perfect spouse while Cain sits directly across from me. As we eat, one of Simon's distant relative walk toward the table. She glances at Cain. "Simon, you've grown so big now." "That's not me." Simon mumbles with obvious distain. "You two look exactly alike." the woman smiles. "I couldn't even tell you apart." Cain is still holding my gaze. He's been looking at me for a while. I can clearly notice the difference between my husband and his twin both physically and otherwise... "No. They’re nothing alike." I respond without being spoken to a

Ciara's POV Cain leans over me fully, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, the other sliding around to cover mine on my clit, forcing me to rub faster. His mouth finds the side of my neck in open-mouthed, wet kisses turning into sharp bites that make me cry out. He sucks a mark into my skin, then kisses me sloppily over my shoulder. My first orgasm hits so suddenly. My walls clamp down around him, milking his cock as I squirt in hot gushes that spray against his balls and soak the concrete floor with wet splatters. The panties around my knees are drenched now, and dripping, making soft, slick sounds with every thrust. He pulls out with a wet pop. Then, he makes me ride him on the bike seat, panties still dangling from one knee like a filthy flag. I bounce on his cock, tits slapping his face while he bites and sucks bruises into them. I finger my own ass, then his, touching everywhere we’re joined. He grabs the bottle of bike oil, pours it over my tits and down my ba