Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 58: Chapter 58

ADONIS.
She picked the filled glasses and turned back to face me, walking forward and to me with one of the glasses outstretched.
I kept staring at her in silence, ignoring the wine.
She blinked. “You don’t want a drink?”
I arched an eyebrow at her. “We’re not here because of what I want, Brooke,” I took a step closer and she tentatively stepped back. “We’re here because of what you want. And when you’re trying to seduce someone, don’t back away.”
Her face paled as she realized she had stepped away from me.
“Can you tell me what you want? Right now?” I asked, my voice low, my gaze boring down into hers.
She was barely breathing. Her eyes lowered from mine, black lashes skimming her high cheekbones as she nervously licked her bottom lip. “I…” The wine glasses shook in her tight grip. Then she gathered herself and looked up to meet my eyes again. “I want you. I want to have sex with you.”
I saw the determination in her dark eyes and the courage she was trying to maintain. She was really more persistent than I pegged her to be.
“I don’t want to have sex with you.” I said coolly.
Her skin was pale, hurt seeping into her eyes. “W-why?” It sounded like a plea. Her eyes looked around like she was trying to come up with a reason for me refusing her. “Is it because we’re at a party? Would you rather go somewhere else?” Her voice was starting to shake slightly. “You could come to my place-”
“Brooke.” I interrupted. “I am not interested in fucking you. At all.” Her shoulders deflated, her eyes slowly filling up with hurt. I was sure only her ego was bruised, she’ll get over it.
My eyes glided over her body again. She was practically naked. “Put some clothes on.”
Her eyes were beginning to fill with tears, but she was fighting against those tears with all her willpower. “How hard can it be to have sex with me, just once?” She looked me over, eyebrows furrowed and eyes sad. “I know you’re single.”
Her voice sounded desperate now.
I stepped back into the doorway, my expression neutral as always. “I’m leaving. It'll be best if you don’t call me.” I turned, about to take a step forward, but paused. I heard her sniffle softly behind me. Then I spoke. “You don’t have to get naked and do things you’re not comfortable with to make a man want you. Trust me, the only men you’ll attract are perverted fuckers.”
The only thing I got in response was a small, stifled sob. Fair enough, I really wasn’t expecting a reply. If it were some other women, the next step after getting rejected was to burst into tears, so most men would come and comfort them, and from there, it’s way easier to get what they want.
Most men wouldn’t refuse a woman in tears.
And that’s fucking why I’m here in the first place.
But I did not think Brooke’s tears were actually a scheme. That would not make go back in there, though. Closing my eyes briefly, I shook my head slightly and pushed the main door open, then stepped out onto the beach sand, the salty ocean breeze and the whispers of the palm trees expertly spaced apart.
From the brightly lit distance beyond the palm trees, I could hear the party music in the dark night.
Leilani.
She had been giving me an attitude all night. A smirk formed on my lips. I should snatch her from that fucking date of hers for a while. That sounds fucking tempting.
LEILANI.
“Leila. I had no idea you were over here.” I heard Jake say from behind me. “I’ve been looking all over the place for you.”
Without even turning to look at him, I replied. “You seemed happy watching those dancers perform and I wanted to swim in the ocean for a while.” I tried to keep my voice neutral, but deep inside I felt bad about being ignored by Neil, Adonis and even Jake.
Swimming was the only thing that soothed me, so I had stepped out of my cover up skirt and footwear to dive into the shimmering ocean. A couple of male eyes voraciously devoured my body in nothing but a bikini bra and thong, and female eyes stared in admiration and jealousy, mostly. I had a swim for a while and then stepped out, dripping wet.
I had found a nice spot to sit in the sand, feeling the fine sand dig into my ass as I leaned my palms back, one leg outstretched and the other leg bent at the knee, toes wriggling in the sand.
The ocean breeze tore through my now damp hair and all I could do in that moment was inhale deeply and sigh.
“I would have joined in, you know?” Jake appeared by my side, his hands in his shorts pockets as he smiled down at me. I had forgotten that nice guys like Jake existed. His words absolutely had no sexual meaning beneath like most of Adonis’ words.
Fuck, I was thinking about Adonis again.
A churn roiled in the depths of my stomach as I realized I had not seen him and Brooke for a while now. Yeah, it was a big party with lots of sexy half-naked guests, but anywhere Adonis went, sexual commotion followed and I would know.
But no sign of both of them. Could they be…at some secluded place… fucking? I felt my palms fist into the sand. How could Brooke be so shady about the fact that she and Adonis were getting closer? They barely even spoke to each other in my presence, she never mentioned anything about him to me apart from her random questions and he never said anything about her, either.
I’m surprised he even remembers her!
To be fair, Adonis does not owe me any explanations but Brooke fucking does, because she had been buying sexy lingerie and bikinis all this while, getting makeovers done, asking me for reviews on products for feminine sexual life and even when I asked her back in the glass room, Adonis had walked in, they acted like strangers…
And boom! They’re dates dressed sexily to a beach party. Now they’re missing and could be having wild beach sex right now.
I was getting worked up all over again.
“Leila? Leila?” I suddenly saw Jake right in front of me, crouching down to peer at my face, his face crunched in concern.
I shrank back, startled.
“Sorry. I think you kind of spaced out…” He looked kind of uncomfortable. “…and you were digging into the sand so hard. You okay?” He was speaking gently, cautiously.
I blinked, taking my hands out of the sand to rest them on my outstretched thighs, brushing off the sand on them. “I’m okay, Jake.”
He did not look entirely convinced but he let it slide. “Do you want a drink? Like a real drink, not one of those coconut milk stuff.”
I let out a small smile. “Sure.” He smiled back and straightened up to his feet. I spoke up just as he was about to take a step away. “You’re such a caring date, Jake.”
His face brightened at my words, a grin adorning his face. Then he was gone.
But I heard him come back just a moment after. I arched my eyebrow, my eyes still trained on the softly rolling waves against the sand of the shore.
“You got the drinks that fast?” I quipped.
“What drinks?”
I froze.
That deep, magnetic and sexy as fuck voice was definitely not Jake. I whipped around to see Adonis standing right behind me, tall and shirtless, ripped and toned, his dark eyes gazing down at me sitting on the ground from his impressive height.
The straps of his midnight black durag swayed as he tilted his head at me in question, his face half-bathed in the shadows of the night. He looked so dangerous. Dangerous in that way that made my heart go into palpitations when he was around.
Dark in his midnight black clothes and darker, beautiful eyes. Like a dark archangel.
“You seem moody.” He said.
That snapped me out of it. I swallowed and looked away. “Look who’s talking.” I muttered. He literally always seemed moody, and here he was acting like everything's okay.
For all I care he probably just came inside Brooke.
I heard him chuckle darkly and my toes involuntarily curled at the sound. My fucking traitorous body. He moved to stand in front of me, fluidly crouching down so we could be in the same level.
His eyes met mine and my face started to heat.
He was so fucking close. His handsome face right in front of me, from his beautiful eyes to his soft sensual lips and strong jaw. That naughty and skilled mouth of his.
God, he looked even more painfully handsome up closely.
“Why are you here?” I whispered.
He gazed at me silently for a moment, before he spoke up, his voice vibrating through my chest. “You’ll have to tell me exactly what I said that made you so upset.”
“I’m not upset. I just a little stressed.” I lied.
He saw through me like I was a piece of net. But he did not say anything more on it. His eyes raked over my body, instead, focusing his carnal gaze on the swell of my breasts in my damp bikini bra and the fold of my hips as I sat, ass pressed and spread into the sand.
“I’ll give you something better to stress about.” He said and held my wrist in his large palm, effortlessly pulling me up as he straightened up to his full height.
I pulled against his hold half-heartedly, my hair flying in the breeze, sand crumbling off the flesh of my ass. “What are you-”
He tugged at me and I stumbled forward with a small gasp into his chest, my soft body plastered against his hard chest and the ladders of abdominal muscles. His heat seeped easily through my skin, and I felt desire light up inside me like a spark of lightning.
My lips parted, palms plastered against his heated skin.
His hands held my waist and slowly moved across my skin, down to my ass, slightly displacing the flimsy thong as he brushed the sand away from my skin in leisurely, seductive strokes. My eyes fluttered close as I held in a breath, my head against his chest, feeling my knees weaken from his touch.
One of his strokes hit my ass like a naughty smack and a moan escaped me.
“Look at you, all starved for good attention.” He said in a low, husky tone.
His voice sent moisture pooling down there, and my hands moved on his chest, my teeth nibbling on my bottom lip. Then I remembered we were in public. Anyone could be watching.
“Adonis!” I gasped, pushing against his chest. Instead of him moving, I got sent back instead. “Stop being so reckless, we’re out in public.”
I looked around anxiously.
He did not even look in the least bothered, but he held my hand again. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I eyed him down. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I wasn’t asking.” Before I could say a thing, he lifted me in his arms and a startled shriek escaped me. He nailed a dark stare straight down into my eyes as if to shut me up.
And it worked.
My heart was racing against my breasts as he started walking away, his hands under my shoulders and naked thighs, branding my skin sex hot. I bit my bottom lip as the more rational part of my mind warned me that this was way too risky. It was an open beach with many people.
But my female sex hormones were singing, reacting sinfully to the raw testosterone oozing off his so masculine body, and my body gave in to the sins of the flesh.