Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 42: Chapter 42

LEILANI.
I grabbed his jacket and wrapped one arm over his neck, smashing my lips against his with all the hunger and desire I could muster. I moved my lips against him, pressing myself into his hard, warm body. I just could not help the way I felt around him.
He commands. I obey.
His large hands held my naked back and a shiver tore through me at his touch. His lips moved fluidly against mine, sucking and grazing my bottom lip. I was so lost in Adonis, so lost in the pleasure of kissing him really hard, that I had yanked his tie loose, trying to undo the buttons of his suit jacket.
He pried my hands away and broke the bruising kiss.
My breath came in pants as my eyes drank him in with desire so powerful it nearly hurt. My blessed view of him was short-lived because he turned me around and moved me to the darkest corner of the shadowy balcony and bent me over the railings. Thankfully this side of the mansion yard was dark and deserted as fuck.
The cold iron of the designed bars permeated through my dress. A wall of solid muscle pressed into my back as he slapped and wrapped my fingers around the railing, my diamond ring letting out a cling sound from the impact.
“Hold on to that shit,” He cursed in my ear.
I felt him pull the bottom part of my dress up and out of the way, which was made pretty easy by the dress's double high slits. The cold breeze blew against my naked legs in my diamond-studded high heels and I bit my lip, the head was thrown back against his shoulder.
One strong arm wrapped around my belly to steady me and I felt his hot breath fanning my temple. “Let’s give you a little something while you think about what I said,” He said gruffly before he pried my thighs open with a hand, my heels clicking against the floor.
Then he entered me.
My pussy throbbed against his cock. He picked up rhythm almost immediately, thrusting in and out of me in quick succession, his thrusts rocking me over the railing line over and over again. My mouth was open in unending soft cries, eyes closed.
It was a thrill. It was so risky. Getting fucked on the balcony of some mansion filled with people but my pussy only leaked more juices at the prospect of getting caught. He fucked me so hard, so good and so fast, making me a slave to pleasure and my scattered senses. Pools of raw, carnal pleasure heightened the feel of every thrust, every touch, every breath, and I was transported to cloud nine of sin, slowly climbing to the peak of carnal release.
His other hand roamed my softly jiggling thighs and between, digging his blunt nails into the sensitive, soft flesh. Pain and pleasure abruptly pushed me over the edge and I shuddered, holding on to the cold railings for dear life as my orgasm ravaged my body and senses, a weak cry escaping me as my knees weakened down my parted legs to my high heels.
Soon after, he cursed and exploded inside me, his hand gripping my hip in place as he released his load completely into my depths.
I was walking down the stairs back to the party -which was gradually coming to an end, most of the guests were tipsy- trying to act like I had not just had a big rough dick at some balcony a few minutes ago when I heard a crash.
I heard people yelling and loud scuffling and shrieks and my eyes widened. A fight?! I hurried down the stairs as fast as my heels would allow. The guests had formed a crowd and a couple of male voices were yelling mixed with female shrieking. The cacophony was so grating that the music abruptly stopped.
“Sorry!” “Excuse me!” I exclaimed as I weaved my way through the crowd towards where the entire racket was coming from. When I finally burst through, what met my eyes was more than shocking.
It was a really messy fight. And the people involved were Cora and Ms. Declan. My mouth dropped.
“You are nothing but a slut, you old fucking hag!” Ms. Declan screamed like a madwoman. She had been held back by Neil, who looked utterly pissed. “All you do is FUCK married men and sprout bastards!!!—DON’T TOUCH ME!” She snapped at the security men trying to move her out.
She looked so wild. Her blonde hair was all over the place and one of her shoes was flung messily across the floor near an upturned table with broken glass and food all over the place. She was still wearing the other shoe. How she managed to stay upright was a mystery. Her eyes…god her eyes looked so deranged.
“SHUT THAT ANIMAL UP AND GET HER OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!” Mr. Giles thundered, standing in front of Cora protectively. Cora on the other hand seemed to have the worst of it. Her hair was in a wild state and a pink bruise was forming on her cheek. Her golden dress was ripped in several places.
She was angry as fuck. Though it seemed Ms. Declan attacked her first.
“You are insane and you will never have what I have! You will rot in a psychiatric institution, you attention-seeking LEECH!” Cora screamed back.
“You think you can take MY FUCKING PLACE in my son’s life? You can’t even KEEP IN TOUCH WITH YOUR BASTARD SON, BITCH!!” Ms. Declan barked, struggling against Neil.
“YOUR SON HATES YOU!!!” Cora yelled back and the guests all gasped. My jaw was on the floor. What the fuck was happening??! Cora was a peaceful woman so for her to be this wild and furious, it had to have been a serious fight.
No one saw it coming. Ms. Declan stomped on Neil’s foot with her heel and his face constricted with pain as his arms loosened around her. With a ferocious yell, she charged like an enraged bull towards Cora.
Chaos erupted.
Mr. Giles had made the mistake of stepping away to kick some glass shards away leaving Cora open to Ms. Declan's maddened attack and a scream escaped my lips as Ms. Declan pounced…but instead of tackling Cora to the ground, she hit a broad chest instead.
Adonis.