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 only shoved his fingers into my mouth, drew his belt, and lashed it across my hips.
"Slut," his voice was low and lethal. "You want a child? Then you’d better pray for the moment I finally sink myself into you."