My Husband's Brother Wants Me Novels & Stories

If I'm not wrong there's only one celebrity who can look for me in this university. My brother-in-law, Erick Mcadam. The Hollywood actor who has paid me a couple of visits in these months. I wonder if my cold hearted husband sends him to check on me or if he is doing this because of his benefit. But if he has fallen for me then I'm sorry, I'm not going to accept it. One year will slowly come to end, the remaining two years will also eventually pass. I don't want to get married to my younger brother after divorcing the elder brother when contract marriage is over.

His presence settled behind her, solid and unmistakable. “What do you want?” he asked his brother. The smile did not leave the other man’s face. “Is that how you greet family now?” “You didn’t answer the question.” She stepped slightly to the side, suddenly conscious of the space between them, of how instinctively she had positioned herself closer to her husband. The realization unsettled her. “I wanted to see her,” the other brother said, his gaze flicking briefly to her. “Everyone’s been talking.” “There is nothing to talk about,” her husband said.

I breathed, looking up at him. He was hovering over me, his muscled arms braced on either side of my head, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked down at me. "You still want me to stop?" I should say yes. I should absolutely say yes. This was wrong on so many levels. Nicholas was Sebastian's brother. My ex-husband's brother. The brother of the man who'd humiliated me, divorced me, and destroyed me seven years ago. And our marriage—this marriage with Nicholas—wasn't even real.

I wanted my husband's brother's dick. Yes, you heard right. I so badly wanted to feel my husband's young brother's dick in my pussy. Again, yes, I know what you're thinking. Your husband's brother? Have you lost your mind? A few weeks ago I would agree with you, totally. I would say that's insane and incest. Actually, a few months ago I would puke at my own thoughts. But right now, right here, watching him work out, the sweat dripping down his abs, god it hurt my pussy so bad I had to close my legs tighter.

I clutched the duvet tighter against my chest and turned to face him. “Where’s your head?” he asked, his tone low, curious, maybe even jealous. “You’re thinking about Adrian again, aren’t you?” I exhaled softly. “I can’t stop thinking about my husband, Damian. He’s my husband.” The words came out weaker than I wanted. I sat up straighter to convince myself I still had control over something. “And me?” he countered, his gaze darkening. “You’re my husband’s brother,” I said flatly, refusing to meet his eyes.

A familiar voice said excitedly as he ran down the staircase still talking. "You let me fuck others before they come over to your house, so why not-" He froze at the Spot, immediately he saw me and I cursed my entire existence over again. My alleged husband is my Ex's elder brother.

"Why are you here? Don't you have any—" "Aren't you going to say hi to your brother? He's right here," Brother interjected. "Hi, Brother," I acknowledged. "Sis, why don't you go out? Can we hang out later, ladies?" I suggested with a raised eyebrow. "He's not allowed. Don't invite him anywhere. He's going to be my husband, so we—" "It's fine," I interrupted my brother. "Are you testing me?" Brother questioned. "Why are you getting mad?" I retorted.

"Didn't work." Something sharp tugs at my chest. "So, this isn't some... Conquest for you,huh? You are not trying to get to your brother by laying his perfect wife?" "No, Ciara. It's real." His voice is so raw and he sounds so sincere, but I refuse to believe it. "You're... simply infatuated. It will pass." I tell him. "Seven fucking years, Ciara? I'm not stopping now." I shake my head and look away. "It changes nothing. You're still my husband's brother."

"She wouldn't dare. And if she ever does, I'll deal with her myself." Satisfied, Scarlette lowered her head, hiding the triumphant smile tugging at her lips—but not before flashing me a quick, mocking glance. I laughed coldly. This woman knew exactly how to play weak and pitiful to earn his sympathy. No matter how wrong she was, Grayson always defended her. Even back when I was his girlfriend, I'd had to step aside because she was his sister-in-law. And every time I gave an inch, she took a mile. My eyes hardened, and instead of backing down, my voice rose, sharp and furious. "Grayson, I'm your wife! If you spend the night with her, what does that make me?"

Then, it looked like a wrong thing to do but now it is perfect. I have him, my children, and my friends. They are my family. All these couldn't have been possible if I didn't marry ‘my sister's husband’