All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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041: I SHOULDN'T FEEL THIS.

Ciara's POV "But man, since you’re too fast to accuse me of cheating, I hope that’s not what you’re doing." He goes silent. His eyes drop to the ground, and he’s unable to hold my gaze. "I’m not cheating," he manages to say. "I hope so," I respond. "So I guess this conversation is done, right?" I say and start to leave. "One more thing," he stops me. "This whole job, is it a remote job? Because last time I checked, Cain’s facility is like twelve hours' drive from here. You can’t begin to drive every single day from the house to the site. Are you planning on relocating?" I let out a heavy breath. "Simon, I’m still considering the job, okay? I will discuss everything with him. But whatever comes with it, I am not giving this one up. This is the biggest deal I’ve gotten since I started my career. If it means relocating, I would do it." "Baby, Ciara, you know it’s because I have not been involved in your career. If I had, I would have given you all the deals to—" "Then

042: THE WRONG BROTHER.

Ciara's POV I haven’t been this confused in my whole life. I wanted this. I wanted him out of my life. I wanted the family respect from him. I wanted whatever we had to stay a secret. So why do I feel like I should be the one walking hand in hand with him and not Jess? My mother-in-law wants this marriage to work. My husband wants this marriage to work. Cain doesn’t want it to work. And me… I’m not even sure what I want anymore. I glance down at my toe. It’s already bleeding. I move toward the sink and use a damp wipe to clean the blood. The door suddenly opens,but it's not Cain. I let out a disappointed sigh as Linda steps in and locks the door behind her. "That looks pretty bad," she says, staring at my foot. "Yeah," I respond. "It hurts." She says nothing else. She just stands there, watching me. "The toilet is free," I tell her. "No, I’m good," she shakes her head. Why is she just standing there watching me?That’s creepy. When I’m done cleaning the bloo

043: IN THE STORAGE ROOM.

Ciara’s POV I slip back into the waiting area, still wrapped in Cain’s oversized sweatpants and leather jacket. My thighs still feel slick from what we did in the car, his cum slowly drying between my legs. Then I see them. Cain stands near the vending machine, Jess pressed close against his side. Cain’s fingers trail lazily down her back, stopping just above the curve of her ass. He leans in, murmuring something in her ear that makes her bite her lip and press her breasts against him. A rush of unwanted heat hits me. My clit throbs sharply. My nipples tighten painfully against the inside of his jacket. Why does this bother me? We agreed it was just one desperate, filthy time. A secret we’d never speak of again. So why does watching his hand on her body make my pussy clench and my core grow slick all over again? I tear my eyes away and hurry down the dimly lit corridor, heart racing. I need a moment alone. I push open the first door I find. it's a small storage room l

044: BE THEIR WEAKNESS!

Ciara's POV I let out an audible sigh. I glance both sides of the door. There’s no trace of Cain. I don’t know how fast he ran or wherever he’s hiding, but that’s not my problem to worry about right now. I smooth my temples, trying to calm my racing pulse. As I head towards the stairs, I bump into Simon. "Hey." He grips my shoulders, steadying me. "Are you okay?" he says, stepping back a bit to look me over. I shake my head. "No. I feel tired." I sigh. "I should head back now." "Okay. If you want to go, you can," he says. "I can handle everything by myself." he says. "I always do." "Simon…" I start saying. But he’s already pulling away. "No, don’t bother. Go rest." His voice is stiff. He's annoyed. He turns and walks off. "Simon!" I call him louder this time, but he doesn’t respond. I almost go after him. Almost, but something stops me. If he’s going in that direction, I guess I’ll have to take the opposite direction now. I turn and take the left. Thank goodness it

045: LATE NIGHTS...

Ciara's POV When I get home, everywhere is so quiet. The maids haven’t returned yet. I remember Linda saying it’s a week long vacation, they’re releasing them. I sigh and make my way to the bedroom. The moment I step inside, I sniff in, trying to catch a sense of them. I can’t say the room smells different, but I know they were here. They were here this morning. The sounds I heard earlier when I came back to grab the hotel card starts replaying in my head. I close my eyes and I can already picture Simon and his boyfriend on the center of the bed. I shake my head and quickly walk back to the door. "Miriam!" I scream. Even if all the maids go on vacation, she’s the chef. She’s always around. "Miriam!" I call again. She rushes toward me. "Welcome, ma’am." "Pull off the bed covers," I say. She pulls them hastily and folds them in her hands, looking around, unsure of what to do next. "Wash them." She raises a brow. Yes, she’s not a maid. I know her duty is cook

046: SEXTING MY HUSBAND'S TWIN AT NIGHT.

Ciara's POV Cain: Take off your panties. Heat warms my face. I hesitate only a second before I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my silk sleep shorts and slide my panties down my legs, kicking them off. The cool air kisses my bare pussy, and I’m already shamefully wet. Me: Done. Cain: Good. I want to see a picture. I should stop right now! this is so absurd and fucking wrong. I glance at Simon who's still sleeping. And without thinking, I open my camera app and click snap. The light comes up together with a loud shooting sound. Simon shifts and I freeze but he continues snoring. I let out a heavy sigh of relief as I read through Cain's next messages. Cain: Do you what I want to do. Me: No. but I have an idea. Cain: I want to pin you against the nearest wall, and fuck you so deep you’d feel me for days. I’d make you beg with my tongue on your clit before sliding two fingers inside you, curling them just right while I suck until you screamed. I’d flip you over, grip th

047: WHAT HE LIKES.

Ciara's POV "I had almost forgotten the baby gender reveal was tonight. Actually, I had completely forgotten if Cain hadn’t reminded me last night." "Mm," Seraphine says. "He told you? How did he remind you? While he was going missionary—" "Seraphine, we didn’t." She looks around the bedroom. "Yeah, certainly not in here. At the club?" "No," I shake my head. "The hospital then?" "Ew," I say, stopping the search in my wardrobe. "In the car," she says. I say nothing this time. She slowly gets up and walks behind me, then turns me around. "In the car? Ciara… I’ve never actually imagined it, but it would be nice. The friction and everything." For a brief second, we’re actually joking and having fun. Then I remember my marriage and my shoulder drops. "Why am I even doing this again?" "Ciara, don’t back out now." "Seriously, shouldn’t we be focused on calling my lawyer? Seeing if divorce is the deal or..." "Ciara," she says, suddenly serious. "Stop acting like th

048: THIS ENDS BADLY.

Cain's pOV I adjust my cuff as I sit in the chair against the railings. I stretch my leg out and take a sip of the wine. The hall is filling with high school faces I haven’t seen in years. Everyone is dressed in suits and flowing dinner gowns, laughing and hugging like time never passed. I don’t bother feeling out of place in my combat pants and boots. I’m only here because Patrick asked. We've been best friends since we were kids and raising hell together, but if we hadn’t literally collided two weeks ago, I doubt I’d be sitting here now. My eyes roam the hall, scanning the seated crowd. There's no trace of a red dress or a redhead. I’ll know the moment Ciara walks through the door. It’s easy to recognize her when everyone here is either in black or fucking dull colored dress. I twist my knees to the side, remembering how that dress looks on her, the thought of her walking it with no undies does bad things to my dick. The car scene replays in my head, and even last night’s

049: DO IT. I DARE YOU.

Cain's pOV “You always take what your brother has, don’t you?” That's the last thing I remember Patrick saying before I turn, descend the stairs and crossing the room full of people to meet Ciara. “Brother.” An unfortunate hand grabs mine and yanks me sideways. Simon. "Simon? I'm not here for you." "And neither is my wife.” He grits the words out, following my stare to where Ciara stands surrounded by the same queen bees from high school. “Stay away from what’s mine.” “Then hold onto it better.” I challenge, flinging my hands free from his. “There are lines you don’t cross.” “Only people who are afraid draw lines.” I retort. I shouldn’t want her like this. My brother’s wife, but that dark, possessive hunger is fucking hard to control. “If you ever betray me… There’s no coming back from it.” He straightens, shoots me one last warning glare, and walks to his wife. He hugs her from behind, his hands resting too low on the open back of her dress, fingers tracing possessi

050: XXX

Ciara’s POV Simon had almost walked in on us. We’d barely pulled apart in time, my lipstick smeared across Cain’s collar, his hand still halfway under my dress. Now we’re locked in the dimly lit guest room, hearts racing so violently I can feel mine in my throat. The party noise filters faintly through the wall. His mouth slam onto mine. I bite his lip hard enough to draw blood. He growl into my mouth, pressing his body against me. He shoves a thick thigh between my legs, grinding the hard muscle right against my soaked panties until I gasp and rock desperately against him. He spins me around fast, pressing my front against the ornate wooden dresser that sits against the far wall of the guest room. The mirror above it reflects my flushed face and his dark eyes behind me. He yank the hem of my dress up roughly, bunching the expensive fabric around my waist. My ass is exposed barely covered by the lacy black thong I explicitly forbade. "These come off. Now." his fingers hoo

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