Jay Bee
His mouth was at my ear, his hand sliding up my thigh, and I forgot the whole point of the lie.
"Tell me to stop," Lysander whispered.
I didn't. I pulled him closer, and the man my husband called a failure pinned me to the sheets like he had been waiting years to touch me. He didn't hurry, and he didn't stop until I was shaking and crying out his name.
I married Kieran Wells because I had wanted him for years. He was the heir, and I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Then he started giving me five minutes in bed and his phone the rest of the time.
When his brother, Lysander, came to me with proof that Kieran was sleeping with Valentina, Lysander's own wife, I didn't want to believe it. Then I saw everything, and I stopped crying and started planning.
Lysander and I made a deal. We would let them see us together, little by little, and make them feel what we felt.
It was only supposed to be revenge.
But I soon discovered that Lysander had been using me too. I was nothing but a pawn in his own game, and the pain of being betrayed by both brothers was more than I could bear. I wanted to walk away from him, but he pinned me against the bed, his eyes filled with regret.
"Elowen, I was wrong. Give me a second chance!"
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