In His Brother's Bed
Rose · Completed · 159.7k Words
Introduction
He was never supposed to exist in my story. I was supposed to marry the man I loved and live a perfect life. But Massimo appeared out of nowhere, and my body betrayed me the moment he did. I touched myself while thinking of him, aching for a man who never once looked at me... not even once.
Valeria had been with her boyfriend for years, and at last, the day of their wedding arrived. Nervous, overwhelmed, and ready to say I do, she walked down the aisle—only to find her groom missing.
In his place stood his dangerously irresistible brother.
The man she had fantasized about more times than she could count.
Faced with desire, betrayal, and a choice that could destroy everything, Valeria must decide:
Will she marry the man standing at the altar or walk away from the wedding—and her fate—forever?
Chapter 1
My fingers slipped into my undergarments, my chest was heaving, breath laboured, and my skin glistening with sweat. I was on Sandor's bed, but I wasn't thinking of Sandor as my hand slipped into my folds.
I bit down on the moan that wanted to escape, my eyes were shut tight and at the back of my mind...the man I hated. Massimo, my boyfriend's brother.
No matter how hard I tried to think of Sandor, it never worked, my pussy always went numb whenever I thought of him, but Massimo? Just mentioning his name could make me cream my pants, and I hated him for that.
My finger circled on my clit, making a small moan escape from my lips. I could feel my body getting tighter, and my pussy becoming wetter.
The thought of Massimo circling his dick around my pussy made me almost explode. At this point, I didn't know if I wanted him or if I was just a sex starved maniac.
But my thoughts were filthy, always about Massimo, either bending me over a table and fucking me till I cried happy tears, or eating me out until I only saw stars.
My mind was always filled with these naughty thoughts, and never have I pushed them away; I embraced them. It was my dirty little secret.
Almost every night, I touched myself thinking about him, and every orgasm seemed to be more exciting than the last.
I could feel my orgasm approaching, my thighs parted wider, and I squeezed my boobs with my other hand, my mouth parted open, and my orgasm hit me. "Fuck, yes Massimo." I moaned as my body rocked with pleasure, I squeezed my thighs together to make the feeling last.
My eyes fluttered open and I walked to the bathroom, letting the cold shower cool me down. My clit was still throbbing from the earlier escapade. My heart beat didn't slow down either.
Sandor and I had been dating for 3 years, not once did he touch me, he said he believed in sex after marriage, and because I loved him, I obliged. But my thirst for sex grew over the years, and I don't know if it's because he doesn't touch me that makes my pussy numb when I think about him.
But Massimo...that tall muscular man, broad shoulders, raven black hair, grey eyes, crooked nose. Fuck that nose. I wish I could sit on his face and ride his nose until I came all over his face.
But my imagination ends there because I hate him, with everything in me. He's an asshole. I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel to dry my body, then grabbed another one to dry my hair.
Even though I satisfied myself earlier, I still wanted more. The need burning in me couldn't be thawed by mere fingers, I needed dick to fuck me into oblivion. To make me moan until I lost my voice, that's the kind of fucking I needed, and I'm going to get it today, from Sandor.
He'll be coming home soon and I'm going to make him crave my body. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine, and placed them on the counter. My body was still wet because I didn't finish drying off.
I wrapped the towel around my body loosely. If he's not going to come to me, then I'll go to him. I heard his car, finally, he was here. I grabbed the glasses of wine and made my way to the living room.
My eyes were filled with mischief, there's no way he'd deny me now. The doorknob twisted, and I tugged on my towel, making it fall to the ground. The door opened, and he stepped inside.
But to my surprise, it wasn't Sandor. My heart skipped a beat as I stood there watching him. It was Massimo, my boyfriend's brother. His eyes immediately landed on me, for the first time ever. He looked angry, but immediately he saw me, his gaze softened.
And his gaze went down. Fuck, I thought it was Sandor. Why is it him? But why the fuck am I getting wet with the way he's looking at me? Why do I want him to watch?
I finally snapped out of my trance and reluctantly picked up my towel. I set the glasses down and wrapped the towel around me. "I thought it would be Sandor," I said as I looked away.
"Oh, you think so? Are you sure about that?" He asked, and I turned to look at him with a frown on my face.
"What? You think I willingly did this for my boyfriend's brother? Why would I even do that? I'm not some whore Massimo." I defended myself, but that was all a lie. I wanted him to touch me, to spank me, to fuck me.
I wanted him to yank off my towel and bend me over the couch and fuck me till daybreak. But there was no way I was going to let him touch me, I hate him.
"I came here looking for Sandor, but clearly he's not here so I'll leave now." Just as I was about to say something, the rain started pouring heavily. Thank you heavens. "Shit." He cursed under his breath, fuck, that's so sexy.
"I can't drive through this, I'll stay for a while." I nodded. "Are you going to change?" He asked and I realised that I'm in nothing but a towel in front of him.
My heart was beating so hard as I got to the bedroom, fuck that was intense. Massimo just saw my naked body and didn't even make any attempts. This is why I hate him.
Throughout the years, Massimo had never looked at me for more than 5 seconds. It was like I was non-existent. I tried to get his attention countless times but he never looked at me.
Was I not pretty enough for him? Am I not his type? Why did he never look at me? This is why I hate him.
Why can't he just look and admire me like all those filthy dogs? Why is he like that?
But I didn't care anymore because I'm with Sandor, we'll be getting married soon and he's the only one I love.
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