Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Leilani
Neil’s mother was perched on a high stool in front of the large bar, a glistening bottle in her hands as she studied it with interest. Eventually, I had shown her around the house and the tour was filled with her nodding when she was occasionally impressed by something but most of the time, she left grating comments like,
How will this driveway hold a fleet of cars? It’s already looking so disgusting with just four cars in it.
And,
That pool is meant for who? Toddlers? My son could do much better.
Those were just a few of many straight-faced jabs. But the one that actually struck me was,
I’m assuming you decorated the house yourself, Leilani. No respectable interior decorator would make mistakes like this.
That had been very insulting. I had pointed out that I had hired one of the best interior decorators in the city for Neil and their work was amazing. She had only blinked her black eyelashes and went back to elegantly observing the house, ignoring me totally.
The worst part was when Sara had arrived to make a special dinner, since Neil had called her earlier, since he assumed his mother would stay for dinner anyway if she refused to spend the night. But the moment Ms. Declan caught sight of Sara busy doing what she does best, she ignored Sara's greetings and pointedly told me, That’s your cook? What a horrible choice.
Sara was hurt. I felt like I had been slapped.
Then Neil’s mother saw Chase prancing about in the dining area and she gasped, red lips curled in repulsion. She told me she hated dogs and for that reason among others, she would definitely not have dinner with us.
In a nutshell, Neil’s mother was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting. I had not noticed any of this the first time I met her. I had only noticed how she dressed, spoke, and carried herself like royalty.
I looked back at the large bar. It was displayed lavishly in the all-glass walled room. From up here, there was an amazing view beyond the glass walls. This was the only room Ms. Declan seemed to like and she was currently occupied by the wide variety of wine, champagne, and alcoholic drinks spread out in the glistening bar stand that was fully spread out in a part of the room.
Since we stepped in here, she had not said a word. So, I promptly sat on a big king chair facing the darkening skies through the glass and let my thoughts wander.
My mind was filled with thoughts of a certain dark eyes, dark-haired, mesmerizingly attractive son of sin. Adonis. I kept on seeing his face filled with dark shadows when he was so angry earlier. My belly fluttered. The deadly testosterones that hung over him kept pulling my feminine sex hormones like a magnet.
I was turned on seeing him that angry. He scared me. He aroused me.
Oh. I felt starved for him. The sex at the kitchen sink only made me crave him much more like I needed to breathe. I wrapped my arms around my skin and rubbed my thighs together, feeling my inner thighs already moist from thinking about him.
To think guilt almost drove me into thinking I could stop this magnetic sexual attraction between Adonis and me. I can’t. I want him. In-between my legs. In my mouth. All over me.
I don’t care who he is or who I am. What matters is that I’m in his arms and beneath his seductive hands and to hell with all the danger he may bring and the havoc it might cause, I want him to always want to fuck me hard. I want to become his whatever.
His sex slave.
His sex toy.
His slut.
Whatever Adonis wanted, I was too blinded by the carnal desire for him to care anymore about anything else. I would give it to him. The headlights of a vehicle shine in the distance and I sat up, thinking it was probably Adonis returning but the vehicle drove past our house and down the street.
I leaned back, slightly shocked at the direction my train of thoughts had been heading. Do I really not care about the consequences of cheating on Neil with his own brother?
I closed my eyes briefly. I care a lot. I was no longer feeling as guilty as the first time Adonis fucked me, but I still had a conscience and it was constantly whispering that Neil did not deserve any of this.
And I would get caught.
But the idea of almost getting caught gave me this surprising thrill. This afternoon, after having that filthy, risky sex with Adonis in the open kitchen with Neil upstairs and his mother at the door, the utter riskiness of it made me wet.
Gosh. I feel so turned on right now.
Biting my lip, I ran a thumb over my phone to stare at Adonis’ text and my stupid reply. My face heated with embarrassment but I was smiling.
Maybe I should text him.
Maybe not.
Indecisively, my slender thumbs hovered over my screen. He left the house driving at such a speed that made his tires scream out so loud. What if he got hurt? He’s apparently an expert with cars and racing so he’d be okay, right?
Would he come back to the house after what Ms. Declan said?
Finally giving in, I texted him.
You okay?
Then I dropped my phone on my bare thighs, with my tiny pink dress only reaching my upper thighs in my sitting position.
I heard footsteps and I turned.
“Babe?” It was Neil.
I followed Neil back into our bedroom but the only thing that kept barging into my mind was the sex with Adonis on that bed.
Neil opened a drawer and picked something from inside it. When he turned to face me again, I saw a slim black case in his hands.
“I wanted to give you this last night, but I did not get the chance. I can’t wait anymore.”
I walked closer as he opened the case to reveal a beautiful diamond necklace. My mouth dropped open.
“Neil…”
“Let me put it on you,” He said softly.
My slightly widened eyes were staring at the sparkling necklace resting on the black linen of the case. My fingers picked it up, feeling its weight and smoothness.
It was so beautiful.
Neil took it from my palm and turned me to face our wall-sized mirror. He gently pushed my hair away and laid the necklace around my neck. It sparkled against my skin in a way that made me look ethereal.
“Do you like it?” Neil met my eyes in the mirror, his hands on my waist.
I stared at him. He was gazing at me with so much feeling in his eyes that the guilt that I thought was gone started to bubble up inside me.
He doesn’t deserve this.
I swallowed and caressed the necklace with my hand. It matched my diamond ring. “I love it, Neil.” My voice was a whisper. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you, baby.”
A cute smile lit up his face and I felt my heart cracking. He has no idea. He turned me around to face his chest. “I fucking love you,” He breathed and my heart started to thud. His eyes flickered down to stare at my lips as he slowly leaned in to kiss me.
But a series of knocks at the door was heard and he paused.
“Neil?” A muffled voice called from behind the door. It was his mother.
He sighed and brushed his hair back, stepping away from me. I gave him a teasing smile. “Put on a shirt.”
He gave me a sparkling, flirty grin. “What? I’m too distracting?”
I lowered my eyes, playing coy, and nodded. His eyes flared with desire. “Fuck. Babe…!” He leaned in again but another knock echoed.
I couldn’t help but giggle at his expression.
A smile slowly curved his lips and he quickly pressed his lips against mine, stealing a quick kiss before he moved to grab a shirt and shrugged it on before opening the door.
“I have something to discuss with you…” I overheard Ms. Declan say as Neil stepped out of the room.
I looked down at my phone at the text I had sent to Adonis. It showed the seen icon.
But he never replied.
Adonis
Let me be your slut, Adonis Ace Giles. Fuck me out in the park and humiliate me, please
Under it was a video of her sticking something into her splayed-up pussy that I did not even bother to play. Tina’s texts were coming more often now than ever before. She even switched to using my full name.
Just like that blue-eyed hag.
I took a sip of my drink, the neon lights of the strip club shimmering in the liquid. I have always found strip clubs more inviting than bars or shit, not even because of the near-naked girls but because drinking alone at bars generally attracts clingy women that probably want something serious like love. Speaking from experience. And I definitely don’t want any of that.
A sharp heeled foot suddenly jammed into the leather of my seat and my eyes slowly moved to look at the foot. The skin was smooth, the toenails blood red and tucked into a high shoe with extreme heels. The foot flowed up into a naked leg, a more naked thigh, and then the middle of her thighs, which was right in front of my face. A red thong clung to her pussy lips blatantly showing the outlines and then disappeared into a tiny red string between her naked ass cheeks. As she breathed, I could see her vagina peek from behind the string.
“Would you rather see that on a phone or in real life, sexy?” A flirty feminine voice drawled.
I looked past the massive boobs spilling into my line of sight to see the face of the stripper. She had a smile on her face, her eyes raking over me like I was some kind of feast and she was starving.
I arched an eyebrow and she motioned at my phone. Tina’s video was still on the screen, waiting for me to play it. I scrolled it off my screen and slid the phone into my pocket.
“That your girlfriend?” She asked.
“No,” Her pussy was still in my face.
Her hand landed on my chest, feeling me up. Apparently, she liked what she touched because her eyes lit up. “Hm. You’re sexy as fuck, pretty boy. I’m Minaj.” She winked.
I nodded without breaking eye contact. Her smile grew as she slid into my lap, her breasts pressing against me. “Oh, you the type that doesn’t talk too much. Heard they the ones with the most cash.” She giggled. “Wanna tell me what you’re called?”
“Call me whatever you want,” I answered.
She hummed in approval, her pink tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. “Want a lap dance?”
I slid out my fat wallet and let her do her thing, riding, grinding, and shaking her ass on me to the rhythm of the music. But my attention was not really there. And she noticed and did everything she could to make me really pay attention, and at one point I thought she was going to kiss me. She probably would have if I had not felt the vibration in my pocket and slid my phone out.
Someone was calling.
Cora. Fuck.
I declined the call. After a while, the phone buzzed and the screen lit up with a text, from her again. I opened the text.
Your dad’s having a dinner event for his golden jubilee in two days. You’re invited, Adonis, as always. But at least show up this time. He really misses you and I do too, badly. Please show up. For me?
Reading that text ruined my mood all over again. Fuck.