TRADING MY EX FOR HIS BROTHER

CHAPTER 2

LUNA

"Marry me. Be mine, Luna." he whispers, his eyes locked on mine as if he could see every shattered piece inside me.

I should pull away. I should say no. That this is crazy. But I can’t. Not when he looks at me like I still matter. Not when, for the first time in a long while, I feel... seen.

"You’re hurt," he says, stepping closer.

"But I can make it go away. Let me take care of you. The right way."

My body trembles. My voice won’t come out, but my eyes say everything. I want this. I want to forget, even if just for one night. I want to remember what it feels like to be desired.

He sees it. Understands. And acts.

He pulls me by the waist, firmly, pressing our bodies together.

"Let me show you how much I want you..."

I don’t pull away when he kisses me.

The kiss is fierce, urgent, like he’s been waiting for this for years too.

Our lips crash with need, his hands gripping my neck, my waist, my thighs.

"You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this," he murmurs against my mouth, pressing me against the living room wall with such force that a vase falls and shatters on the floor.

We don’t care.

"Leonardo..."

My mind keeps screaming that this is wrong and that I’m still married, but my husband cheated on me countless times.

Now it’s my turn.

My hands clutch Leonardo’s shoulders as his mouth moves to my neck.

I close my eyes, feeling when he lifts my body against the wall.

His tongue licks my skin, going lower, then he grabs my chin, making me look at him.

"Let me show you what it’s like to be truly fucked..." he murmurs, and my heart pounds harder in my chest.

This time, I pull him in and kiss him more intensely.

His hands find my ass, and for a moment, I don’t feel so ugly when he touches me.

Seconds later, we’re on my apartment couch and his fingers remove my pajamas in a few swift movements.

He lays me down and trails kisses down to my breasts.

I roll my eyes, tugging at his hair when Leonardo sucks each of my n*****s with force.

God, I had forgotten this feeling.

"Ohhh"

I look down, watching as he pulls my panties aside and licks me.

My whole body trembles and I forget everything around us.

Leonardo makes me come in his mouth before kissing me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

He quickly puts on a condom before rubbing the head of his c**k against my wet p***y.

"So wet and ready for me..." he whispers in my ear before thrusting into me hard.

We moan at the same time, and I keep my eyes on his face.

Leonardo groans, biting his lips before thrusting into me again with force.

He moves in and out of me harder and harder, as if claiming me as his forever.

"Harder, please..." I moan, and he smiles, gripping my neck with one hand as he keeps f*****g me.

The pleasure builds inside me again, and he feels it.

"You see this, Luna? See how perfect your p***y is swallowing my c**k?"

Leonardo keeps whispering dirty things in my ear, and my orgasm gets closer with every second.

"Come for me, Luna..."

And I do. I scream, biting my lips hard as he thrusts once more and comes too.

God, that was so good.

Leonardo pulls out, kissing me before discarding the condom and lying beside me, pulling me into his chest.

I can hear his heart pounding inside his chest.

But the pain returns. As if his presence had temporarily pushed away the memory of the betrayal... and now it’s back, cruel and sharp.

"He... he called me fat." The words come out as a fragile, broken whisper.

My eyes fill with tears, and one escapes, staining the warm skin of his chest.

"He said I wasn’t beautiful or attractive anymore... and that he didn’t feel desire for me."

Leonardo closes his eyes for a moment. His jaw clenches.

"That’s not true," he says firmly, pulling me closer.

"You’re beautiful. Your body... is perfect. And even if it changed a thousand times, you’d still be beautiful. He’s the blind one. An i***t who didn’t know how to value what he had."

"But it hurt," I confess, eyes shut. "It hurt so much."

"And he’ll pay for it, Luna." His voice is steady, dark.

"I promise. Not just for the betrayal... but for every word that made you hate yourself."

I stay quiet for a while. His body heat surrounds me. And even in the pain, I feel strangely safe.

"And... how would it work? If I were... yours?" I ask softly, unable to look at him.

He runs his fingers through my hair and replies:

"You’ll live with me. I’ll give you the best. But more than that, I’ll rebuild you. I have a team ready: stylist, trainer, therapist, nutritionist, photographer. Whatever’s necessary. Not to change you, but to show you who you really are."

The tears fall again. But now they’re different. Not from sadness, but from relief.

"I... I accept." My voice barely comes out, but he hears it. And he smiles.

A smile of someone who knows he’s won.

He kisses my forehead as if sealing a pact.

"This afternoon, my lawyer will contact you to speed up the divorce. I’ve already arranged everything."

"I want to stay far away from him," I say quickly. But he smirks slightly, as if he has other plans.

"That’ll be hard tomorrow night."

"Why?"

"The Delgado family’s annual party." He sits on the bed, pulling me onto his lap.

"And I’m going with you. Holding your hand. Wearing the most stunning dress you can wear. It’ll be the perfect moment to show everyone, especially him... that you’re mine now."

"No," I say quickly.

"I don’t want to look at his face, I can’t..."

"Luna." He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"This is the moment. He needs to see what he lost. And you need to remember who you are."

He kisses me before pressing his forehead against mine.

"Do you trust me?"

I sigh.

"Yes."