An Undercover Affair with His Brother - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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My timing couldn't have been worse—or better. As I glanced up, a masked figure lounged in the shadows like some twisted king on his throne.
"Master~" Vivian purred, draping herself against him with theatrical sweetness. "These are my friends. They're dying for some real fun at your club. Go easy on them, won't you?" She nuzzled his waist, all fake devotion and batting lashes.
I knew the act was for my sake—to soften whatever hell awaited us.
The masked man exhaled, amused. "Fine." His fingers trailed lazily to the neckline of Vivian's dress, tugging just enough to make my blood boil. "Since my loyal pet is begging… we'll take it slow. Wouldn't want them snapping too soon, would we?"
My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms. Nathan's hand closed over mine, a silent Don't you dare.
"The Roulette Challenge, then," the man announced, shoving Vivian aside like discarded trash. He paced in front of us, outlining the rules.
My sister's subtle nod told me this was survivable.
Then I heard the details.
Random pairing. Shared bed. No refusals.
If I got Nathan? Uncomfortable, but manageable. If it was Daniel?
I shut down the thought before it could fully form. Even someone with my experience felt the prickle of dread.
And my husband was standing right there.
Before I could react, a warped voice crackled through the room:
"The lady starts with the man to her left—"
Nathan. Thank God. The alternative—being forced against Daniel's chest while Nathan watched—was unthinkable.
"Wait. Scratch that." The masked man's laugh was pure malice. "You take the other one."
He shoved Vivian toward Nathan.
My stomach dropped.
Daniel. For me. Nathan. With Vivian. All four of us, tangled on one bed.
Every worst-case scenario had just come true.
I shot Nathan a frantic look. His response? A barely-there headshake—Stay cool—before his entire demeanor flipped.
With a predator's grin, he fisted Vivian's hair and crushed his mouth to hers. "About damn time I got my hands on you, tease." His palm cracked against her ass, so convincing it barely registered as acting.
Vivian melted into him, kissing back like she'd been starving for it.
I didn't get a second to process his performance before hard muscle pressed against my back. Daniel's arms locked around my waist, lifting me flush against him. The sheer heat of him made my breath hitch.
How the hell is Nathan okay with this?
"Sorry, sis," Daniel murmured against my ear—then tipped my chin up and kissed me, deep and deliberate.
"Master~" Vivian purred, draping herself against him with theatrical sweetness. "These are my friends. They're dying for some real fun at your club. Go easy on them, won't you?" She nuzzled his waist, all fake devotion and batting lashes.
I knew the act was for my sake—to soften whatever hell awaited us.
The masked man exhaled, amused. "Fine." His fingers trailed lazily to the neckline of Vivian's dress, tugging just enough to make my blood boil. "Since my loyal pet is begging… we'll take it slow. Wouldn't want them snapping too soon, would we?"
My fists clenched so hard my nails bit into my palms. Nathan's hand closed over mine, a silent Don't you dare.
"The Roulette Challenge, then," the man announced, shoving Vivian aside like discarded trash. He paced in front of us, outlining the rules.
My sister's subtle nod told me this was survivable.
Then I heard the details.
Random pairing. Shared bed. No refusals.
If I got Nathan? Uncomfortable, but manageable. If it was Daniel?
I shut down the thought before it could fully form. Even someone with my experience felt the prickle of dread.
And my husband was standing right there.
Before I could react, a warped voice crackled through the room:
"The lady starts with the man to her left—"
Nathan. Thank God. The alternative—being forced against Daniel's chest while Nathan watched—was unthinkable.
"Wait. Scratch that." The masked man's laugh was pure malice. "You take the other one."
He shoved Vivian toward Nathan.
My stomach dropped.
Daniel. For me. Nathan. With Vivian. All four of us, tangled on one bed.
Every worst-case scenario had just come true.
I shot Nathan a frantic look. His response? A barely-there headshake—Stay cool—before his entire demeanor flipped.
With a predator's grin, he fisted Vivian's hair and crushed his mouth to hers. "About damn time I got my hands on you, tease." His palm cracked against her ass, so convincing it barely registered as acting.
Vivian melted into him, kissing back like she'd been starving for it.
I didn't get a second to process his performance before hard muscle pressed against my back. Daniel's arms locked around my waist, lifting me flush against him. The sheer heat of him made my breath hitch.
How the hell is Nathan okay with this?
"Sorry, sis," Daniel murmured against my ear—then tipped my chin up and kissed me, deep and deliberate.
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