In love with my Husband's brother

Dared to feel

CHAPTER 3

Azure's POV

I couldn’t shake the feelings of sadness and nausea that kept hitting me in waves. I was so lost when I got into the club and after several shots of tequila which I shouldn't be doing considering my health status, I felt numb.

“Hey, let me take that" a smokey got voice growled in a low tone behind me. I turned around, slowly hoping to rip the head of whoever was ruining my moment of self-care but every word I had planned in my head vanished when my eyes met with his smokey eyes. His eyes were so deep, I could stare into them forever and still not meet it's depth. "Ladies of these days and not knowing when to call things quit" he muttered under his breath but I heard him.

"Men of these days and not knowing how to talk to or treat a lady" I replied to him.

He scoffed and drew his tongue beneath his upper teeth.

"Maybe we will start to treat ladies right when they start acting right" he retorted, leaning his hand on the counter space next to mine. He was obviously enjoying whatever he was doing and I wasn't going to let that merriment last.

Since my day was ruined, every other person ought to have their day ruined too.

"Was that what your Daddy said when he hit your mother?" I replied and took a long sip of my margarita. With the corners of my eyes, I stared at him and instead of seeing him fuming as I hopped, he was grinning and looking at me with glistening eyes. I raised my head.

"What's so funny?"

"You?" His reply sounded like a statement and a question. "Whoever wrecked you, whooped you real good. Trying to rub off your sour mood on me doesn't make you look cool" I arched my brow questionly at him. "Makes you a b***h" he said and left without another word and I stared at his retreating until he disappeared into the crowd. I didn't know what I was doing next until I felt a tear drop from my eyes.

Not wanting to cause a scene because who the hell cries in a club? I weaved through the sweat-coated bodies on the dance floor and went to the ladies bathroom.

A bile rose to my throat and I bent over to let them all out. I was vomiting and crying, not from the guttural pain in my stomach but from the stab in my heart. My make-up was smudged and I looked like a mess but my heart was way messier. Streaks of emotions; heavy emotions that I couldn't even identify attacked me at once and I let them roast me alive.

Nothing I ever tried doing turned out to be successful. Not even trying to be alive which should have at least come easy.

My brothers wouldn't speak with me. Cole cheated on me. My mother-in-law spitet me. I couldn't keep a child and now I most certainly would never make another. I failed in every sphere of being a woman.

I let the tears fall freely from my eyes, shutting out the loud gyrating music blasting over me. I don't know how long I cried but when I was done, I realized how truly I needed to do better for myself. I realized how much better I deserved. I might not have a lot of time left but I could make whatever is left worth it.

I came out of the bathroom only to meet a stranger; someone I was sure I'd never met in my life. I was silently going to walk past him but he grabbed my wrist and forcefully pulled me onto his chest.

"How dare…" I swallowed when the man grabbed the neckline of my dress and ripped it apart. I yelped.

"Took you long enough to come out" he mumbled into my face. He tried to kiss me but I dodged which caused his mouth to land on my boobs instead. Like a starved jungle cat, he hungrily began to nibble and bite my breasts and every attempt to stop him was folly.

"Stop" I begged as I broke into a sob but it only fueled the pig to do more. I felt him snake his fingers over my thigh, and he grabbed the edge of my panties but just when I thought he'd stick his filthy fingers in, I saw him roll to the floor, holding his stomach and wincing in pain.

"Are you okay?" a familiar hoarse voice spoke. I noticed he was the man from before. Ignoring how we almost shaved our hair off each other's scalp earlier. I jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Are you okay?" he asked again, scrutinizing me for any form of discomfort.

"I'm fine. But he ripped my dress" I whispered as I shook in his arms.

"That son of a b***h…" he cursed and moved to punch the i***t that was writhing on the ground but I stopped him.

"Ta-ke me o-ut of her-ee, p-plea-se" I stuttered, whilst shivering. The man from earlier squinted his eyes as he stared fiercely at the man on the ground. The vein at the side of his neck popped and he clenched his fist. "P-please"

The man turned to look at me. His pupils dilated as he stared at me. He let out a heavy sigh and I watched his tensed shoulders drop. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. When he opened them, offered a tight-lipped smile, took off his jacket, and wrapped it around my upper body.

I nestled myself deeper into his broad chest and wool jacket. It smelled like manliness, the sea, dark coffee, old money, and sandalwood-scented soap. It smelled like him, and that made me feel comfortable and safe.

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I felt my face flush crimson when I caught him staring at my boobs. I looked at my nude-painted toenails and fidgeted, looking everywhere but at him.

Why wasn't he leaving?

Right now, we were at the stranger's hotel room because there was no way I could go back to Cole looking like a roadside slut and not have him redesign the location of my bones with his fists.

"It's rude to stare," I said and looked at him through my lashes when I noticed the stranger had no intention of averting his gaze from my body.

"It isn't rude since the object of my concentration is gorgeous. Beautiful. Perfect. Breathtaking" As he spoke, he took closer steps toward me, not once averting his gaze from my body. I backed away until my back touched a wall. The stranger smirked and moved closer until we were an inch apart.

Using the back of his palm, he caressed my cheek, leaning down slowly, his hot breath fanning my lips and melting my icy walls.

For seconds, he stared at me purposefully, ran his fingers along my bare arms while I was trapped between his athletic huge body, drawing in his intoxicating glorious scent and taking in his tanned six-packed chest and the stunning line that ran down the middle of his body and his glistening waistline where his pant hung loosely.

I watched his jaw clenched and unclenched, and his pupils dilate.

“You are beautiful. So beautiful” His voice was relenting, almost joyful as he removed his finger from my hand and peered down at me. "Go have your bath" he ordered and began walking away but I grabbed him, so he was forced to look back.

"Not when you've already done so with your eyes," I said and slammed my lips on his. He was hesitant at first but he soon took over control, kissing, biting, and sucking every part of me he could roam.

"Are you sure?" he paused as he questioned with drowsy eyes.

I nodded affirmatively.

I was barely done with the act when he claimed my lips again and gently climbed on top of me. Goodness, he was heavy.

"I want you to look at me. Talk to me—tell me if I need to go faster or slower okay?" His face was earnest and enthralled.

I nodded again and he pecked my forehead before he eased into me. I was filled and satisfied and suddenly, all the worries and sadness I had inside of me were depleted by each of his thrusts.

Our lovemaking wasn’t urgent, but tender and passionate. A few more thrusts and I convulsed in delight, tightening my grip on his back. That was all he needed as he too mewled and yelped, his come shooting deep within me, mixing his seed with my pleasure swirling within my body.

“Damn….fuck” he rasped as he cascaded down from his orgasm. I could barely breathe, overwhelmed with passion and sensations as his body slumped down on top of mine, all of his weight. "This pretty is the best and most innocent s*x of my life," He said as he kissed my cheek and rolled to the side, giving me more space to breathe. "You good?"

"Yes," I muttered lowly feeling my eyelids flutter close, dragging me to the life I only dared to dream about having.