All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ciara's POV "We should. This was nothing." I start heading for the door, ignoring the way he’s still checking me out. "Well, at least you didn’t call it a mistake this time." I stop by the door, my fingers already rounding the knob. Then I glance back at him. "Whatever this is... it ends here," I say, tightening my grip on the door. "I’m married. To your brother. And I’m not walking away from that. I’ve sacrificed too much into this marriage." He leans back lazily against the bed and just smiles. I’m not sure I get what is funny at this moment. "I don’t need you to leave, princess. I told you this already. If you won’t willingly walk out of this marriage and be with me, then I’ll forcefully take you out of it. There’s no other way around it." I scoff. "I’d love to see you try." I say, already straightening my shoulders. I’m gearing up for another round of banter or whatever will come afterwards. He drapes one arm over the edge of the bed and just stares at me. "Yeah, I’m

Ciara's POV When I step outside, it’s dark and cold. I run my hands over my shoulders, and I spot a figure sitting at the edge of the stairs by the side of the building, smoking. Cain. I sigh. He hasn’t seen me. I should just leave but my feet still move towards him. "Finished that quick, huh?" I ask. "I didn’t know she was a sloppy two seconds." He lifts his face and turns to me, his brows raised, a confused look on his face. "What?" he asks, blowing another puff of smoke into the air. I wrinkle my nose and look away. "Put it down. I hate the smell." "I’m just trying to relieve stress," he says. "How? Haven’t you relieved enough stress?" That confused look is back on his face again. "What?" He carefully stands up, and now the distance between us is too little. I find it hard to breathe. I try not to step back, I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he has an effect on me. "Or, do you suggest being my alternate stress-relieving technique?" I clench my fist

Ciara's POV "Fuck," he muttered, biting his lower lip hard enough that I saw the flash of teeth. He glanced quickly toward the backseat, where Simon slept on, oblivious. For a second, a tiny voice in my head whispered: Your husband is right there. And for the first time… maybe I didn’t care. Maybe I’m tired, and really want someone to find out… maybe it's just how good Cain makes me feel. Cain’s breath hitched. Without taking his eyes off the road, he pressed a button on the console. A dark privacy shield rose smoothly between the front and back seats, cutting Simon off completely. The tinted glass sealed us in our own private world. He didn’t pull over. The car kept moving onto the highway where other vehicles streamed alongside us, their headlights flashing. "I’m still driving," he said, voice rough. "Just make sure you don’t get us killed." I shifted across the armrest, climbing into his lap in the tight space. My knees bracketed his thighs, the steering wheel pressing a

Ciara's POV I drop my hands over the headboard as I watch his reflection through the mirror. "I didn’t know the company had a three-day emergency." "Oh yeah," he says, adjusting his tie. "You see, it was last minute. So only the top board members were informed." "Oh, I see. So the emergency…" I trail. "You know that deal we’ve been trying to close for a while now? We have to travel, go see their facility, meet the staff, familiarize ourselves, see if the partnership will work." I nod slowly. I’m not so involved in the company, but Seraphine is the secretary. And while I’m not a nosy wife, she makes sure to tell me everything going on, especially when it involves my husband traveling for days, but she didn’t mention this. "So who are you going with?" I ask. "A few of my team members," he says. "Names?" I ask. He tilts his head. "What’s with all these questions, babe? Do you want to join the business now? You’ve never really been interested." He’s diverting. "Funny,"

Cain's POV. Boris’s tensed voice crackles through the speakerphone. "Hyde family’s circling closer. They’re sniffing around the old accounts. If they find the file, we’re fucked." I pace the cafeteria inside the Bridge Hotel with my set jaw tightly. "How close?" "Close enough that someone inside leaked coordinates. Could be one of the accountants... It could be worse." I stop moving. My circle was compromised. The one thing I’d kept tight for years was fraying, and it was happening right when Ciara started asking questions. One of my guys mentioned seeing her poke around Simon’s call logs this morning. She doesn’t even know how close she is to being dragged into this. I want Ciara close, not fucking involved. "Handle the leak," I say. "Quietly." Boris hesitates. "And the wife?" "She’s digging, let her hit a few walls, she’ll get frustrated and back off." I hang off. Jess steps closer, arms crossed. "If she finds out what that file actually contains…" I cut her off.