Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 41: Chapter 41
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LEILANI.
“Leilani,” I heard Adonis say my name from behind me.
He had followed me.
I turned to see him in the doorway of the large balcony I stood in. He had a hand in his pocket as he walked towards me. “Why are you up here, all alone?”
I scoffed. Did he really just ask me that? I was pissed for a reason I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Though the fact that he came after me and left that blonde made me feel a little better.
He paused near the shiny rails and looked down at the dark surroundings. The only place that was brightly lit was the enormous driveway at the other side of the building and of course the mansion's gigantic entrance lobby downstairs where the dinner party was being held.
Music still filtered up into the shadowy balcony where we stood.
He turned to lean back against the railings, his intense dark eyes moving to rest on me fully. Then he fully took in my appearance, his eyes raking down to my cleavage and the dress hugging my breasts snugly. Down to my slender waist and wide hips and mouthwatering curves that were wrapped by my dress like a second skin.
He seemed to like the high slits that exposed my bare thighs and legs the most.
“I could fuck you hard through those fucking slits,” He suddenly said and heat rose in my cheeks at his naughty words.
I bit my lip softly.
His eyes gleamed. “This dress is sex. If I had known you would be wearing this, I would have arrived earlier,”
“It seemed like I was invisible to you. Why the sudden interest?” I asked. It kind of bothered me how easily he turned me on by just looking at me when it was not the same for him.
He arched an eyebrow. “Are you talking about the flowers?”
I blushed, thankfully covered by my makeup. “Do you even know what giving a girl flowers means?”
His beautiful eyes grew thoughtful and he licked his bottom lip. “I actually don’t give a fuck what it means. I hate flowers,”
My eyebrows lifted. Why did he give her flowers then? Then as if he heard my silent question, he said, “The blonde is a childhood friend. She loves flowers and keeps talking about them. I thought it’d be nice to just give her a bouquet.”
I blinked, trying to process his words. So, they weren’t flirting… Wait. Why should I be bothered by what he does? We just fuck, nothing else. I’m in a relationship and he might be too, if not, he can do whatever the heck he wants. Why should that bother me?
I was cut out of my ponderings when he moved closer, towering way over me. I swallowed. What is he doing? Anyone could see us.
“You are jealous,” He said, his deep voice reverberating through me.
I looked away from his hypnotizing gaze, feeling my skin start to heat with need. “I’m not.”
“You don’t have to deny it. I’m so fucking possessive, you have no fucking idea,” When I looked at him, he clarified. “I don’t like to share.”
My heart raced. Was he talking about Neil and me?
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He was gazing at me intently. “Do you love Neil?”
My cheeks turned ice cold. Is this what he had been thinking this whole time we’ve been fucking? He probably thinks I’m with Neil just for his money and that is not true. I genuinely care about and cherish Neil, right from the beginning of our relationship two years ago, and I was also very sexually attracted to him, but I just never grew to fall helplessly in love with him. He probably thinks I’m a cheap slut fucking two brothers… Is he going to break off whatever fling we have between us?
My jumbled thoughts broke off when I realized he was waiting for my answer. I blinked, unconsciously taking a step back. “W-why are you asking me that?”
“Just answer the question.”
I glared up at him, and nearly melted when I ended up looking straight at his handsome face bathed in shadows. “Yes, I love him.”
Something roiled in my gut as I lied.
“You wouldn’t keep having sex with me if you did,” Adonis said coolly.
My face was burning. I know he probably wasn’t trying to be offensive, but I naturally felt offended at how blunt he was being. He was just not sugarcoating anything.
I was half expecting him to call me a cheat. Of course, he wouldn’t do that, but my panicky conscience definitely would.
“What’s your point, exactly?” I whispered.
“I’m sexually attracted to you. This has nothing to do with whatever relationship you’re in or who you’re with. When I fucking want something, I don’t care about all that,” He said, eyes intense. “I have been going easy on you, Leilani. There are a lot of things…” His eyes trailed over my cleavage. “…I want to do to you. And I don’t want you to let guilt ruin this, that is why I asked if you love him and you lied about it.
“That’s the first sign of guilt, Leilani,” His voice. His words. His closeness. It all made my nerve endings buzz with desire for him. “I’m greedy. I feel you have only been giving me a piece,” One large hand grabbed my ass and squeezed. I gasped softly
“I want all, Leilani. All,”
It was just too much for me. The things he was making me feel. The way the sex and feminine hormones in my body raged in response to him. He wanted our fling to get way more intense, dirtier, naughtier, filthier. We’d fuck more often.
God, what is he doing to me?
“Leilani,” I heard Adonis say my name from behind me.
He had followed me.
I turned to see him in the doorway of the large balcony I stood in. He had a hand in his pocket as he walked towards me. “Why are you up here, all alone?”
I scoffed. Did he really just ask me that? I was pissed for a reason I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Though the fact that he came after me and left that blonde made me feel a little better.
He paused near the shiny rails and looked down at the dark surroundings. The only place that was brightly lit was the enormous driveway at the other side of the building and of course the mansion's gigantic entrance lobby downstairs where the dinner party was being held.
Music still filtered up into the shadowy balcony where we stood.
He turned to lean back against the railings, his intense dark eyes moving to rest on me fully. Then he fully took in my appearance, his eyes raking down to my cleavage and the dress hugging my breasts snugly. Down to my slender waist and wide hips and mouthwatering curves that were wrapped by my dress like a second skin.
He seemed to like the high slits that exposed my bare thighs and legs the most.
“I could fuck you hard through those fucking slits,” He suddenly said and heat rose in my cheeks at his naughty words.
I bit my lip softly.
His eyes gleamed. “This dress is sex. If I had known you would be wearing this, I would have arrived earlier,”
“It seemed like I was invisible to you. Why the sudden interest?” I asked. It kind of bothered me how easily he turned me on by just looking at me when it was not the same for him.
He arched an eyebrow. “Are you talking about the flowers?”
I blushed, thankfully covered by my makeup. “Do you even know what giving a girl flowers means?”
His beautiful eyes grew thoughtful and he licked his bottom lip. “I actually don’t give a fuck what it means. I hate flowers,”
My eyebrows lifted. Why did he give her flowers then? Then as if he heard my silent question, he said, “The blonde is a childhood friend. She loves flowers and keeps talking about them. I thought it’d be nice to just give her a bouquet.”
I blinked, trying to process his words. So, they weren’t flirting… Wait. Why should I be bothered by what he does? We just fuck, nothing else. I’m in a relationship and he might be too, if not, he can do whatever the heck he wants. Why should that bother me?
I was cut out of my ponderings when he moved closer, towering way over me. I swallowed. What is he doing? Anyone could see us.
“You are jealous,” He said, his deep voice reverberating through me.
I looked away from his hypnotizing gaze, feeling my skin start to heat with need. “I’m not.”
“You don’t have to deny it. I’m so fucking possessive, you have no fucking idea,” When I looked at him, he clarified. “I don’t like to share.”
My heart raced. Was he talking about Neil and me?
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He was gazing at me intently. “Do you love Neil?”
My cheeks turned ice cold. Is this what he had been thinking this whole time we’ve been fucking? He probably thinks I’m with Neil just for his money and that is not true. I genuinely care about and cherish Neil, right from the beginning of our relationship two years ago, and I was also very sexually attracted to him, but I just never grew to fall helplessly in love with him. He probably thinks I’m a cheap slut fucking two brothers… Is he going to break off whatever fling we have between us?
My jumbled thoughts broke off when I realized he was waiting for my answer. I blinked, unconsciously taking a step back. “W-why are you asking me that?”
“Just answer the question.”
I glared up at him, and nearly melted when I ended up looking straight at his handsome face bathed in shadows. “Yes, I love him.”
Something roiled in my gut as I lied.
“You wouldn’t keep having sex with me if you did,” Adonis said coolly.
My face was burning. I know he probably wasn’t trying to be offensive, but I naturally felt offended at how blunt he was being. He was just not sugarcoating anything.
I was half expecting him to call me a cheat. Of course, he wouldn’t do that, but my panicky conscience definitely would.
“What’s your point, exactly?” I whispered.
“I’m sexually attracted to you. This has nothing to do with whatever relationship you’re in or who you’re with. When I fucking want something, I don’t care about all that,” He said, eyes intense. “I have been going easy on you, Leilani. There are a lot of things…” His eyes trailed over my cleavage. “…I want to do to you. And I don’t want you to let guilt ruin this, that is why I asked if you love him and you lied about it.
“That’s the first sign of guilt, Leilani,” His voice. His words. His closeness. It all made my nerve endings buzz with desire for him. “I’m greedy. I feel you have only been giving me a piece,” One large hand grabbed my ass and squeezed. I gasped softly
“I want all, Leilani. All,”
It was just too much for me. The things he was making me feel. The way the sex and feminine hormones in my body raged in response to him. He wanted our fling to get way more intense, dirtier, naughtier, filthier. We’d fuck more often.
God, what is he doing to me?
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