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I tensed as his fingers brushed the scars, but he didn’t seem to notice as he bypassed them to his destination. One finger stroked along my pussy. The lace scraped over my sensitive flesh, adding another layer of sensation to my already overstimulated body. I was so starved for touch I might come from that alone.
“I was right. You’re fucking soaked for me like such a good girl.” Vander groaned as if it pleased him. As if I pleased him. And something inside me wanted to.
I didn’t know why, but I wanted him to be happy. As twisted as it was. He was the absolute last man I should want. But right now, it was like he held me captive.
I needed to do whatever I could to keep his hands on me. I craved the pleasure they promised. Pleasure I’d never had before.
It was wrong. He was wrong. Who and what he was. But my lust drowned those thoughts, lost in the possibility of feeling something again. Something besides grief.
“Vander.” He pushed the edge of my panties aside with one hand while the other continued to pinch my stiff nipples through the silk of my dress. He slid a single finger inside me, and my hips jerked.
“There you go, Sunflower. Say my name.” His lips brushed the sensitive spot behind my ear, causing me to shiver. “Tell me who’s making this pussy wet.”
This was so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t let my husband’s brother finger me in his office while two men waited outside to hear which one I would choose as my husband. How more fucked up could this get?
I opened my mouth to protest when his teeth sank gently into my neck. Not enough to hurt, but enough to command. I moaned loudly as my pussy clenched around him, begging for more.
“Don’t think. Be a good girl and just feel.” He said, like he could read my thoughts.
He pumped two fingers inside me. It had been so long that my body ached and stretched to accommodate him. My hands went to his shoulders, holding on so I didn’t melt onto the floor as I moaned again.
I was a mess. I could feel my wetness dripping onto his hand. My muscles tensed as I breathed raggedly. I shouldn’t react this way. But it had been forever. Humans craved touch. And Vander touched me so good.
It was perfect. The right amount of pressure and tempo. He touched me like he’d known my body for years. Like he’d memorized every curve and dip.
My orgasm hit me out of nowhere as he curled his fingers, grinding his palm into my clit, and pulling my nipple all at the same time. I screamed as I clamped down around him. I couldn’t hold in the sound when the intense pleasure rolled over me.
“There you go. Feel it. Let it happen.” His words sunk under my skin, prolonging my orgasm. Giving me permission to enjoy it.
My body tightened, then exploded as fire licked through my veins. It seemed to go on forever. I had no idea it could be like this. Enjoyable. Pleasurable. It was… amazing.
I wasn’t a virgin before my marriage. But I had been with him for years. Lived with the way he treated me. I couldn’t remember anything before him. Sex had never been about my pleasure. Only control. Punishment.
I’d barely gathered my breath when he withdrew from me. My eyes popped open to see him undoing his belt. His cock sprang into his hand. His fingers glistened with my release, and he spread it over his skin. Fisting his cock and twisting the head before pumping the length. And it was an impressive length.
He was impressive. Long. Thick. I knew dicks weren’t supposed to be beautiful, but weirdly, his was. Not that I had much to compare it to. It had been over a year since I’d actually seen one in person.
Vander grasped my hip, pressing me back into the door. His cock rubbed against my sensitive pussy. I watched as I coated it in more of my cum. The sight clicked my mind into gear.
Oh no.
No!
Touching me was one thing. But sex. No, we couldn’t.
I hadn’t chosen to have sex since before my marriage. It had always been taken from me. It was my duty as a wife to give my body to Mitchell.
Vander couldn’t do this. He couldn’t take away my choice. Not again.
I tried to push through the hazy bliss he’d put me in to protest. I felt like I was drowning. Like the waves were carrying me away, and I couldn’t fight against them.
Vander grasped the back of my thighs, lifting me up. My dress pooled at my waist as he pinned me between the door and his hard body. My nails dug into his shoulders to steady myself.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I whispered in a panic.
“You said you wanted a baby. I want to give you anything you desire. Everything.” His evergreen eyes flicked between mine as if he was trying to make me understand his words. But I didn’t.
I didn’t understand what he wanted from me. Why he wanted me. He’d kept me at a distance for years. He was supposed to be marrying me off. What was happening right now?
