Falling for My Husband’s Brother
My disabled husband, Nico, had lost his will to live. I had to give him a reason to stay—a hope. I had to give him a child.
But where was I to find this life for my empty womb?
"Lena, how unexpected," my husband’s brother said to me, standing in his penthouse office in the heart of Manhattan.
I found myself begging this cruel man—a man who had just left mottled scars on another woman’s skin. I needed him to claim me. I needed him to leave his seed inside me. I needed his child.
"If you want to seduce someone," Salvatore said, "you should start by taking off your clothes."
I stripped. I held my own breasts and pleasured myself before him, desperate to ignite his desire. But he