All Chapters of Pleasured By My Husband's Twin Brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ciara's POV "Want a ride back home?" "No. I’m not going home." Since my realization this morning that Cain is involved in something dangerous, I'm beginning to just not crave him but fear him too! I walk away from him quickly. I call an Uber, step in, and we drive off, leaving Cain behind. *** EARLIER TODAY. Simon left for another "trip" this morning. I waited thirty minutes, then checked the tracker I’d quietly put on his car last week. He wasn’t anywhere near the airport. He was across town, at a location that matched one of Gabriel’s frequent stops. I spent the afternoon in the home office, digging through files I wasn’t supposed to have access to. Simon’s password was still the same. Lazy. There were emails, bank trails and a shared drive with Cain’s name on some of the folders. I clicked faster, my heart pounding. There were connections between Simon, Gabriel, and hidden transfers. Then a folder labeled "Settlement Agreements." It loaded slowly. My name was

Ciara's POV I struggle my phone back. Cain’s jaw tightens. "Are you done calling your husband now?" he asks quietly. "Go ahead. Mock me." "I won’t mock you. But if your husband won’t help you, then I’m taking you somewhere safe. Whether you want it or not." He looks at me like he wants something he doesn’t deserve. Simon's words reecho in my ears and just like that… I stop feeling like someone’s wife. I try calling Seraphine, no answer. Based on my stubborn insistence, we ride together in the rain again but still have to canceled due to storm. The Hotel nearby is fully booked He makes a U-turn with the rest of the cars. I don’t realize where we’re going until I see the motel. "No. Hell no. I’m not sleeping in a motel with you." "You have another option?" I don’t answer. Seraphine won’t be at her apartment by this time. I don’t have her spare keys. And the rain isn’t stopping. "You ruin everything." I tell him. "how?" "Because you’re always right." He park

Ciara's POV I was still on my knees on the motel bed, Cain buried deep inside me from behind, when the door slammed open. Simon stood in the doorway, face drained of all color. Papers crumpled in one fist. A gun in the other. His eyes locked on us—his twin balls-deep in his wife, my back arched, both of us naked and slick with sweat. The room went dead silent except for our ragged breathing. Simon’s gaze dragged over the scene. His jaw flexed once. Then he let out a low, bitter laugh that chilled me to the bone. “You think you’re the first?” he said, voice flat and almost amused. No shouting. Just cold, tired venom. I froze. Cain didn’t move. He stayed inside me, hips pressed flush against my ass, one hand still gripping my hip like he owned the moment. “What the hell are you talking about?” I whispered, voice cracking. Simon stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him. “I’ve known Cain wanted you for years. Since before the wedding. He used to look at you like

Ciara's POV Maybe they think I'm a maid. Oh, which is good. I rubbed my hands over my stomach. I’m feeling pressed, but I can't be seen moving. I press my thighs together, and rub my hands over my waist. The pain is so evident in my face. I glance around. Where did Cain go to? I don’t even know where the toilet is. I get up, but I wasn’t supposed to leave my seat. I felt eyes on me the second I stood. I press my lips in and discreetly step out of the hall. I started moving towards the small door that I saw Cain slipping through. I knocked once, but there was no response. I turn the knob and I step in. There’s no one in the room. It’s just a small room. I look at all the four corners. No other exit. Had they stepped out and I hadn’t noticed? When I was about to turn and leave since obviously this isn't the toilet and neither Cain nor Jess was in here, but something in the center of the room caught my eye. It’s a safe placed inside a glass box. It's looked like something prep

Ciara's POV I stood by the counter, the surface was cold beneath my palms as I cleaned and smoothed nothing in particular. I'm just trying to steady myself. "I want to see my husband..." I mean, Simon. The officer behind the counter redrew the pen fixed on her ears. "What is your husband's name, miss?" "Simon Hale." I answer breathlessly. "His brother, and I brought him here. I just want to see him." She bit her lips, while staring at the white sheet in her hands. "You can't ma'am. The charges against him and the case itself is a really strong one." "I want to see my damn husband," I snapped. "And Cain and I are dropping the charges." I know the state won’t drop everything, but I’m withdrawing my statement. The officer at the desk sighed sharply. "You’ll have to wait five minutes." She gestured to the visiting room positioned against the wall. "There are documents you need to sign for consent." As I signed and sluggishly turn to drag myself to the visiting room. The