Forbidden Lesson in Mother’s Bed - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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My body locked up, giving the creep the perfect opening. His sweaty palm groped my chest with a painful squeeze.
"What the hell is this?"
Ethan Roland's voice cut through the air, his expression darker than I'd ever seen. The man beside him just shrugged and stepped into the light, revealing a custom Brioni tux that probably cost more than my tuition.
It was the same bastard who'd brought me here.
Which meant... which one was the real Ethan?
The tuxedo-clad man clapped sharply, silencing the private room. "Tonight we celebrate my dear brother Ethan's birthday!" His grin turned predatory. "And as his twin, I've prepared something special."
Twin? Brother?
The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. That explained why Ethan had always held back with me. Why he couldn't remember our stolen moments.
I'd been sleeping with his doppelgänger—Nathan Roland.
I stood frozen, numb. That disgusting hand was still pawing at me under my dress, but I couldn't even muster the strength to slap it away.
How could I have been so blind? Their personalities were night and day, yet I'd convinced myself Ethan was the heartless playboy.
"Let's hear it for our guest of honor—Vivian Laurent!"
Every head swiveled toward me. The creep gave one final grope before withdrawing with obvious reluctance.
"Vivian?" Ethan's voice cracked. He lunged forward but Nathan blocked him with an arm.
"Patience, brother," Nathan purred. "This gift needs your... personal attention." With a cruel yank, he shoved me into Ethan's arms.
That familiar scent of fabric softener hit me first. Then the dam broke—I crumpled against his chest, hot tears soaking his shirt as his arms closed around me on instinct.
"Look at these lovebirds!" Nathan's theatrical announcement made Ethan's jaw clench dangerously.
Someone whipped away a red velvet drape, revealing a professional poker setup—neat stacks of chips, polished dice cups, the works.
"Now brother," Nathan continued, lighting a cigar, "I've already sampled this delicious morsel. Whether you get to keep her depends entirely on your... skills."
Before I could blink, two goons hauled me to a couch and secured my wrists.
"You're so fond of your students," Nathan taunted, forcing Ethan to the green felt table where my groper sat dealing cards. "Then ante up."
He took the opposite seat, eyes gleaming. "Lose, and the girl becomes his property." Nathan jerked his chin toward the dealer with a wolfish grin.
The dice rattled like bones in a coffin. My pulse pounded in my throat.
"What the hell is this?"
Ethan Roland's voice cut through the air, his expression darker than I'd ever seen. The man beside him just shrugged and stepped into the light, revealing a custom Brioni tux that probably cost more than my tuition.
It was the same bastard who'd brought me here.
Which meant... which one was the real Ethan?
The tuxedo-clad man clapped sharply, silencing the private room. "Tonight we celebrate my dear brother Ethan's birthday!" His grin turned predatory. "And as his twin, I've prepared something special."
Twin? Brother?
The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. That explained why Ethan had always held back with me. Why he couldn't remember our stolen moments.
I'd been sleeping with his doppelgänger—Nathan Roland.
I stood frozen, numb. That disgusting hand was still pawing at me under my dress, but I couldn't even muster the strength to slap it away.
How could I have been so blind? Their personalities were night and day, yet I'd convinced myself Ethan was the heartless playboy.
"Let's hear it for our guest of honor—Vivian Laurent!"
Every head swiveled toward me. The creep gave one final grope before withdrawing with obvious reluctance.
"Vivian?" Ethan's voice cracked. He lunged forward but Nathan blocked him with an arm.
"Patience, brother," Nathan purred. "This gift needs your... personal attention." With a cruel yank, he shoved me into Ethan's arms.
That familiar scent of fabric softener hit me first. Then the dam broke—I crumpled against his chest, hot tears soaking his shirt as his arms closed around me on instinct.
"Look at these lovebirds!" Nathan's theatrical announcement made Ethan's jaw clench dangerously.
Someone whipped away a red velvet drape, revealing a professional poker setup—neat stacks of chips, polished dice cups, the works.
"Now brother," Nathan continued, lighting a cigar, "I've already sampled this delicious morsel. Whether you get to keep her depends entirely on your... skills."
Before I could blink, two goons hauled me to a couch and secured my wrists.
"You're so fond of your students," Nathan taunted, forcing Ethan to the green felt table where my groper sat dealing cards. "Then ante up."
He took the opposite seat, eyes gleaming. "Lose, and the girl becomes his property." Nathan jerked his chin toward the dealer with a wolfish grin.
The dice rattled like bones in a coffin. My pulse pounded in my throat.
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