Forbidden Hands on My Silk Robe - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

I pressed my hands over my backside, my cheeks burning. How could he do this to me?
Those soft, pale curves were my husband's favorite—just the brush of his fingers could make me melt. And now, against my will, my body was betraying me, hips arching slightly, swaying with every teasing touch.
"What are you—what are you doing?" My voice trembled.
"Sister-in-law... I want you."
His breath scorched my neck before his lips closed around my earlobe, sucking gently.
I shuddered. My earlobes were my weakness. His touch sent sparks through me, my back arching against the sheets, my breasts aching as they rubbed against the fabric. My hips moved on their own, desperate for more.
God, I wanted it. I wanted him to take me—hard. To punish me for this sinful craving.
His tongue traced my spine, his hands spreading me open before he blew a hot breath against my skin. My thoughts dissolved into pure need, my body lifting, offering itself to him.
The position was instinctive. In my haze, I'd fallen into the pose my husband loved most.
But when his grip tightened and a low growl rumbled behind me, reality crashed down.
This wasn't my husband.
It was Daniel. My brother-in-law.
The darkness had hidden my shame, letting me drown in desire—nearly betraying everything.
With a sharp twist, I shoved him back. "Get off me!"
He froze, stunned by my sudden resistance.
Maybe the weight of what we were doing finally hit him. My earlier submission had emboldened him, but now, faced with my rejection, he hesitated.
I yanked the blanket over myself, forcing steel into my voice. "I'm your sister-in-law. Your brother lives here. This can't happen. Forget it and leave."
The mention of my husband seemed to sober him. He stammered, "Sister-in-law, I thought you wanted—"
Thought I wanted it? Of course I had—but that didn't give him the right!
"In the bathroom earlier... you touched me. And then I saw you in bed... so I came..."
His words sent my stomach plummeting.
The bathroom. I'd panicked, shoved him—my hand had grazed him, but I hadn't meant to.
And later... yes, I'd fantasized about him. Touched myself imagining his hands on me.
But I never thought he'd know. The humiliation burned through me.
Thank God for the dark hiding my flushed face.
The heat between us had faded. With my rejection, I prayed he wouldn't push further. If he did, how could he ever face his brother again?
I avoided his gaze, adopting the stern tone of an elder. "Leave. This was a mistake. Don't mention it again."
Daniel stood there, silent. Unmoving.
A minute passed. Cold sweat trickled down my back.
If this muscular young man decided to take what he wanted, I wouldn't stand a chance.
And if that happened... would I tell my husband?
My mind raced, already spinning excuses to keep this secret.
Finally, Daniel turned and walked out.
Only when his bedroom door clicked shut did I exhale, my entire body trembling.
I scrambled up, legs weak, and locked my door.
Too close. I'd nearly lost myself.
Looking back, it was like I'd been possessed—consumed by lust, my judgment gone.
Daniel was barely twenty, all raw hunger and testosterone. After seeing me naked, after catching me touching myself... no wonder he'd snapped.
We were both at fault. The only mercy was that we hadn't crossed the line.
But with him living here? He was a time bomb.
My husband worked late often. Would I have to lock myself away like some cloistered nun whenever he wasn't home?
The thought was suffocating.
Hands shaking, I grabbed my phone and dialed my husband.