All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

222 Chapters

021: HIS GIRLFRIEND?

Ciara's POV “Ciara — wait,” he reached for me, but I jerked away. The knocking turned into pounding. “Cain! Seriously, what the hell? I thought we were going to talk this morning after all that family crap yesterday.” Girlfriend. Did he have a girlfriend? The understanding of what was happening slammed into me harder than any of the brutal thrusts from last night. I had come here begging him to ruin me so I could forget Simon… and he had a girlfriend waiting with coffee and pastries like it was any other morning. I yanked the door open before he could block it. A bitch stood there, pretty and put-together in yoga pants and a cropped top, holding two coffee cups and a paper bag. She’s standing like she’s been here before... Like this damn garage belongs to her. Her eyes drag over me slowly, taking in everything. Disheveled hair, smeared mascara, the obvious bite marks peeking from the neckline of my hastily pulled-on dress, the way I was limping slightly from how sore a

022: WATCHED!!

Ciara's POV "We could go far away somewhere. Me and you, alone… in a house, in a bed—" "That’s just what it is," I cut in. "You’re looking for a mistress, right? Someone to warm your bed every night." I shake my head. "Cain, I am not that kind of woman. I want stability. I want a husband. I want to be married. I want a family." I started recounting everything, with my heart beating very fast. He said nothing for a moment, just staring down at where he was imprisoning my wrist, then at the floor. I knew that was exactly the kind of person he was. The playboy, and I was just another conquest for him. "What exactly are you offering me, Cain?" I stepped closer. "A reckless life? to be your secret?" I let out a hollow laugh. "You ruin lives." When he still stayed silent, I tried to shrug my hand free so I could keep moving, but he didn’t let go. "I don’t do relationships," he said, then his voice dropped. "But for you?" His jaw tightened. "I’d break my own rules." "I saw your

023: CAN'T LET GO.

Cain's P.O.V. The fuck. My fist twitch to punch at something... Simon's face, preferably, because if she wasn't married to him, she would already have given in long ago. I'm so fucking wound up and this is the reason I avoided Ciara for years. I knew she would be like this. I said I was fucking done last night at that dinner, so I have no idea why I let her fucking seduce me like she always does and talk me into fucking her. My cock twitches at the mere reminder of last night. I sigh and make my way back to the garage. Jess is still waiting outside the garage where I told her to. Oh shit, seeing her now just made me remember I had work to be done last night but my brother's wife's wet pussy made it impossible. My eyes were fixed on Jess' back as I stepped closer to the garage. I can see the puff of smoke from where her head is bent and her hands are lost somewhere in her pants. I'm not surprised. She's become so fucking addicted to touching herself while she smokes. It's her

024

Ciara's POV After having my shower, I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping my robe around my body. The bed is filled with flowers and balloons, some floating down to the ground and there's Simon kneeling in the center with a large forgive me billboard and roses in both hands. He's still in his shirt from last night's dinner. I cringe my nose at the mess and move straight to the dresser. "Ciara, I'm sorry." He began his pathetic attempt at an apology, but I ignored him. I apply my moisturizer, completely tuning out his well scripted lies. "Babe, please say something." I take deep breaths and turn my head slightly to look at him. "Four years, Simon? You lied to me. You've been gay the whole time." "Babe, you're getting things wrong." He stands up, waving his hands alongside the flower frustratedly in the air. "I'm not gay." "You're not gay?" I hold his gaze through the reflection in the mirror. "Yes. I am not gay." He lies straight in my face. "I'm bisexual," he adds.

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024: Ciara's POV "You can't go to the studio." Simon stretches on the bed. I don't bother asking his reason, because it doesn't matter to me. It's the day after my anniversary dinner and I need to get to the studio to tidy up things, and to clear my head because this house is now too small for both of us. "You know you don't have to work, anymore." He sits up. "I've made enough money to sustain us." "Money? Bold of you to think everything is all about money." I tap my chest. "Some of us... We have heart. I design to feel like me, because lately I don't even know who I am anymore and you want to control this, too?" As I stand here, chest heaving and watching him stir around in this bed, I realized I don't want to share it with him anymore. "Simon, you need a new room." "Excuse me?" He gets up. "Now, this is getting too much. Whatever it is. We need to sort it." "You know whatever this is." I say, already arranging my bag to step out because I'm not cut off for this fight th

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Ciara's POV As I flip through the proposal to fully understand what he's offering, he types on his phone occasionally smile and giving a certain person to direction to my office via recording. I hope I'm safe. "What is the board like?" "You’d hate the board meetings." He says dryly. "Too many men who think mediocrity is confidence." I let out a heartfelt laughter. "That sounds like the sriry of my life." I glance at him expecting... A smirk, a teasing comment? Anything to tell me it's still Same old Cain but I find nothing. Cain just nods. "You’d still outperform them." I but my lips, my eyes still searching his facials. "That’s it?" "That’s enough." He moves beside me to explain something on the document. He's close, but not touching. He leans over "to check something," but his hand slides across my bare thigh. I go completely still, with only my heart beating loudly. This is wrong… oh God, it feels so right. "If you take this, you answer directly to me." his

027: MIDNIGHT TEMPTATION.

Ciara's POV I tell myself I just need air. That is the lie I choose because it sounds harmless. It sounds like something a woman can admit without questioning herself too deeply. But as I slip out of bed and wrap my robe tighter around me, I already know this has nothing to do with air. The house is quiet, I should turn back. Instead, I keep walking. I don't even pretend I don't know where I am going. My feet knows the path too well now, past the stairs, past the dim hallway light, and toward the back of the house. Toward him. I almost reach the turn that leads to the garage when his voice stops me. “You always walk this route when you can’t sleep.” I pause, then slowly turn my head. He leans against the wall, like he has been waiting. My chest tightens. “Were you following me?” I ask. My voice comes out steady, which surprises me. “No,” he says. He straightens, pushing off the wall with his eyes never leaving mine. “I’ve just been paying attention.” “You assume to

028: RUIN HIM.

Ciara's POV The next morning I woke up to Simon snuggling me in bed with felt so weird. I can't remember the last time he laid this close to me in bed and while he would do it act this way just the morning after catching me speak out of Cain's garage. The sun is already slipping in through the drawn curtains. It's morning already, I need to be at the studio. I have an emergency to attend to. I need Seraphine urgent assistance to get it finished on time. I slowly lift Simon's arms up as I struggle to slip off the bed but his arms tighten. Is having a dream or something. I groan and add more force but he doesn't let go. He holds me too tight like he’s making up for something I haven’t caught yet. "Babe." He whispers in my ears, leaning in to peck my cheeks. "Simon... Baby, good morning." I respond, unsure what's happening. "I think I'm late..." I choke out. "I have an emergency work to..." "Yes, I remember." He breaths against my neck, running his hands over my arms. He sne

029: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

Ciara's POV "That's exactly it." She sighs. I'm surprised how she's so calm. Well she didn't just walk in on her husband fucking his boyfriend. "You've worked so hard for this marriage. You can't just let him ruin things. If you want to do anything. Do it on your own terms and make him pay for how badly he's treated you." As much as I hate to agree, If I destroy his image and leave now, I end up losing everything, protection for my family, the financial and social status. My designing career isn't even a solid backup plan. My best friend gets bolder as she see I'm becoming to soften. "If you act now, you lose everything. If you wait… you choose how he falls." She stares into my eyes. "I've got you, but right now, we need to leave this house." She tilts her head to the door. "And go on with the surprise." What's the point? It seems I'm the one who's been surprised, but I do understand her. I need to act smartly. I nod and wipe my tears spinning around to descend the stairs when

030: PLAY DEAD.

Ciara's POV He doesn’t waste time. Cain’s fingers hook into the soaked fabric of my panties and yank them aside with one sharp tug. The cool air hits my dripping pussy, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek hard to keep from gasping. His knee keeps my thighs spread wide against the stairwell wall, my dress bunched uselessly around my waist. “Already dripping for me,” he murmurs, voice dark and rough. “And you want to pretend you won’t react?” I force my body to go completely still. My nipples are hard peaks against my dress. My inner thighs are slick. My body is screaming to respond, but I deny it with sheer stubborn will. I will not moan. I will not tremble. I will not let him see how badly I need this. I force every muscle in my body to go slack. Arms hanging loosely. My back flat against the wall. My face completely neutral. I stare past his shoulder at nothing, counting silently in my head. One… two… three… He circles my clit with firm, practiced strokes, then p

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