Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 40: Chapter 40

LEILANI.
My breath caught in my throat when I felt his large, hot and hard palm on my soft thigh. A spiral of arousal traveled down my pussy and I swallowed, trying to keep my expression neutral as I moved my fork in my plate.
He squeezed my soft flesh slowly, then seductively caressed down my thigh and back up again, the heel of his hand pressing against my bare hip each time he moved up. I tried not to look at him. God, I felt moisture in my feminine folds and I just wanted him to dip a finger in there.
His hand slowly moved up the space between my thighs, and I found myself trapping his hand between my thighs and squeezing deeply, trying to somehow get off on his hand. I was so worked up and ready for him that I could actually cum without him even touching me.
“Heard you are working on something with Neil.”
I wasn’t paying attention to whatever they were saying, my mind and body were fixated on his hand that had pried my thighs open wider and slipped through the slit to touch my pussy.
“Yeah, He needs help with a project,” I heard Adonis say, his voice perfectly cool like he was not sinfully touching me under the table.
My mouth parted in a near-moan when his finger dug through my pussy lips and tapped my clit appreciatively as if to tell me he was pleased that I had no panties on. I caught myself before any sound escaped my mouth and popped a grape in.
I was so wet that he slid easy and slick over my clit, pinching, rubbing, and pleasuring. My thighs shook as goosebumps rose over my arms in raw pleasure. I subtly shifted in my seat to let him have easier access into my vagina and his hand wet with my juices grabbed one of my thighs and hooked it wide open and over his knee, stretching my pussy wide open under the table.
My breath shuddered and my grip whitened around my fork. Oh, Lord.
I heard Neil say something beside me and laughter followed, but at that very moment, Adonis pushed his finger inside my vagina. A tiny whimper escaped me. Thankfully, the sounds of laughter drowned it.
He moved deep, slow, and then moved out, the heel of his palm pressing on my clit. His finger went in and out again, my moisture seeping down. He started building rhythm and I was finding it hard to stay quiet and still. I felt my nipples hardening in my dress as Adonis curved and fucked his finger into my warm wet folds.
He pushed in a second finger and my eyes watered with immense pleasure. My pulse was racing. His family and my fiancé were right by us, talking and eating while Adonis expertly kept my thigh open as he fucked my helpless pussy. I popped another grape in my mouth to block another moan as my face burned with lust. I was glad I wore professional makeup, no one could see the rosy pink of feminine pleasure on my cheeks.
His fingering was so torturously slow and deep, sliding against my grasping vagina walls in my moisture and his palm grinding and rubbing my clit. Oh, Adonis…yes...
“You seem to like the grapes, want me to feed you more?”
That voice pierced through the haze of pleasure around me and I squirmed slightly in my seat when his finger curved inside me... Oh... Then I realized Neil was talking to me. My eyes were watery, I couldn’t look at him, I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t let out a sound from my mouth because it might become a moan.
I tried to unhook my thigh from Adonis’ knee but he had efficiently trapped me in this vulnerably wanton position and I was helpless against his strength. His finger was still fucking me without care.
“N-no thanks…” I muttered and clamped my mouth back shut.
With a couple of more dips of his fingers, I felt pleasure building inside me and my eyes nearly rolled up into my head when it finally crashed and raw wanton pleasure exploded through my body. My toes curled. My fingers clenched. My teeth clamped shut in an effort to stay still and quiet as unseen tremors racked my body.
My vagina walls were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out and released my weakened thigh which fell back in place under the table as I tried to recover from my orgasm. I saw him wipe his fingers with a handkerchief and stuff it into his pocket.
My mind was still reeling from how I had gone from being a good girl to being a girl who gets fingered in front of her in-laws to be, under the table with her oblivious fiancé sitting right by her side.
I let out a small breath and stole a glance up at Adonis. His devastatingly handsome face was cool as fuck as he listened to whatever Cora was saying like he did not just finger me to orgasm beneath the table.
It turned me on even more.
I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate on anything unless he fucks me tonight. With his raging hard cock. My throat felt dry and as I reached out for a drink, I locked eyes with Ms. Declan.
She had been ignored by the Giles since it was obvious she was trying to start a fight and ruin everyone’s fun. But this woman did not seem bothered by it.
She was staring at me instead.
Deeply.
I froze, my eyes slightly widening. How long had she been staring at me? Did she notice…?
Something gleamed coldly in her eyes as she slowly picked up a glass filled with wine and still holding eye contact with me, her purple lips curved in a deadly smile.
Every cell in my body died at that moment.
What was going on in her mind?
Tonight made me realize that I never really knew Adonis. What do I know about him, anyway? He’s my fiancé's step-brother and he likes cars. And of course, he’s the man I was lusting after like a starved slut. That’s all? See? Adonis was more or less a stranger to me. A sinful, sexy, panties-melting attractive, and extremely gorgeous stranger, I must say.
Tonight, seeing his broad body in that trim midnight black suit, the way he talked with his dad's sophisticated guests, the way Dom and Cora doted on him, the way everyone wanted to speak to him. Hearing Cora spill out all his amazing achievements with pride shocked the hell out of me.
Adonis was a completely different person from the random-hot-guy-in-our-house I subconsciously saw him as. He was a fucking master of success and wealth at such a young age. Fuck, it only took seeing him discuss with experienced businessmen to realize that.
I imagine that’s why he was so reluctant to come to stay at Neil’s because obviously, he wanted his privacy but he still let go of whatever luxurious master suite reservation he must have arranged. I remember when Neil said Adonis owed him one.
It must be something fucking important then.
Now I realized why Ms. Declan hated him so much, why she called him a disappointment, wretched, and of all sorts. It was stark jealousy. It was so obvious that whenever Adonis was around, people seem to gravitate towards him instead of Neil, who was the older brother and Dominick's biological son.
He had even caused more commotion when he arrived at the party than Ms. Declan. And he wasn’t even trying.
The kind of shocking power Adonis had over people was frightening. But he was always so private about himself, giving just enough details to make people hunger for more. He was so dark, so mysterious.
So desirable.
And to think he wants me.
My face heated as a flashback of him hooking my thigh up to slide his finger into my pussy under the table filled my mind.
That warm feeling in my cheeks immediately turned cold when my eyes caught something down on the main floor. I was standing by the giant stairs leading up to the second floor just so I could escape the numerous men trying to talk to me because Neil had been pulled away again by his father and some men.
And I was also perched up here, because Cora had latched on to Adonis’ muscular arm, happily introducing him to all her friends and colleagues. I could see her radiant smiles and excited gesticulations which contrasted sharply with Adonis’ impassive expression and beautiful dark eyes filled with disinterest.
I only saw him flash a couple of ladies a mesmerizing smile a few times and I could swear I saw the ladies swooning, drooling, and ogling him like he was a feast to be devoured.
It made my chest constrict.
Right now, Cora was pulling a blonde young woman towards him and I could tell she was setting them up to talk to each other. Something punched my gut hard as I saw the blonde look shyly at Adonis through her lashes with a smile.
Walk away, Adonis. Ignore her. Turn around. Talk to your mom instead. Walk out on the fucking blonde. Don’t talk to her.
But Adonis didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he took her hand in his and pulled her with him as they moved away from Cora. I gasped. Cora was smiling at them with love before somebody tapped her and diverted her attention.
“You jerk,” I whispered. It felt like something was squeezing my soul in an iron grip. Jealousy. I was jealous.
They stopped near a fountain of drinks and seemed to be having a conversation, the blonde was incredibly shy and she kept lowering her eyes from his in a way that seemed…cute?
Did Adonis find her cute?
Apart from when he made me cum at the table, ever since Adonis arrived, he barely even acted like I existed. He did not talk to me. He only looked at me a few times, like he was trying not to gaze at my body in my provocative dress. Was he mad at me? With Adonis, you just could never tell what he was thinking. But there he was, gorgeously smiling at ladies and giving blondes his attention.
Even my own fucking fiancé left me all alone here.
I suddenly felt neglected.
I saw Adonis tap a waiter and lean in to say something to him. The waiter nodded and moved away while he went back to listening to whatever the blonde was saying. She kept twirling her hair, smiling bashfully and batting her lashes in a way that seemed flirty but surprisingly innocent.
Or she could just be acting.
You could never tell with these people. The blonde's frilly, floral yellow dress twirled softly as she spoke and Adonis nodded, he was really paying attention to her.
Soon, the waiter returned with a small bouquet of flowers and gave it to Adonis. My breathing stopped. Adonis took it from him and turned to the blonde, giving her a swoon-worthy smile as he said something before holding it out to her.
Seeing Adonis with flowers was jarring. He did not seem like the flowers type of guy. It just contrasted way too much with his black, dark, and mysterious appearance.
She squealed and took it in her small hands, eyes wide with a blush on her cheeks. Some guests were starting to stare at the lucky girl who got flowers from Adonis Ace Giles.
Then, she wrapped her arms around him in an embrace, leaning up to her toes -despite her heels- to place a brief kiss on his cheek. It looked too intimate.
My soul had turned into liquid, putrid jealousy.
Then something absolutely shocking happened. His eyes looked up to meet mine all the way across the space and up the top of the stairs where I stood, his gaze was intense, dark, and gleaming.
He knew right where I was all along.
And he knew I had been watching him.
My face burned with shame, shock, jealousy, everything. So I held up my dress and whirled around, walking away to escape Adonis Ace Giles and the spell he had me under.