Married To My Ex's Brother

Temptation Under The Moonlight

CHAPTER THREE

Annie's POV

Two days later–after the blur of airports and shuttles, and a mind too tired to think—the resort unfolded before me like a painting brought to life. It was around 9pm. The sky was dark yet glowing, lit up by shiny stars sprinkled across it and the moon so bright.

The beach was wild tonight —loud music, shouting voices, laughter drifting everywhere. A full night party. Bonfires rose up like flames reaching the sky, surrounded by bodies dancing, taking pictures, drinking like they wanted the night to swallow them whole.

The DJ blasted afrobeats and summer pop, the speakers shaking with bass so deep that I felt it vibrate in my chest.

Matteo was already shaking his head to the beat, his curls bouncing like he had no care in the world. “You need this break, Annie,” he yelled over the music. “Just breathe and forget everything!” he tugged me into the crowd. We danced for a while, but soon enough he got carried away, and drifted into the sea of people, leaving me behind.

I started towards the bar. If there was ever a night I didn't care about alcohol —this was it. “Tequila,” I said to the bartender. I wanted to try something new. But after only a few shots, the world was already tilting. My vision blurred. I laughed at myself. “So much for thinking I'm a strong drinker,” I muttered.

I looked around, no Matteo in sight.

“Hey there, beautiful. Mind if I buy you a drink?”

The voice came from beside me. He smelled of alcohol, cigarettes and old trouble. Definitely way older than me.

I forced a polite smile. “Thanks, but I want to be alone.”

He didn't move. Instead, he stared at me with a smile that made my skin crawl.

“That's exactly the attitude I like in a woman. Sexy. Bold. Now, let me give you company tonight.”

“I don't need company. Please leave.”

“Come on,” he insisted. “I can make you forget all your worries.”

“I said no—”

Before I could finish, he grabbed my hand.

“I said come with me!”

“W–what are you doing?!” I yelled, trying to pull away. “Let go!”

He laughed like it was funny. “Just be obedient.”

I was dizzy and losing balance. My strength felt like smoke slipping out of my fingers. But then suddenly —his grip was gone.

Because I was no longer in his arms.

I was in someone else's arms.

“She's with me. Leave now before I break this bottle on your face,” the stranger growled.

The pervert froze, fear flooding his expression. Then he hurried away without turning back.

The stranger released me gently, and that was the moment I finally saw his face clearly.

He was so tall. Broad shoulders. Ocean–blue eyes. A sharp jawline carved by the gods. Red lips that looked too soft… too kissable. He looked unreal —like someone stepped out of mythology.

“Why are you here alone? You're drunk,” he said calmly. “You're lucky I got here on time. You need somewhere safe.”

“I still want to stay here,” I breathed. “Thank you… for earlier. But I'm not leaving yet. And do you… know me?”

He hesitated. “Grey. Diaman's elder brother.”

My breath caught.

“G…. Grey?” My voice cracked as I attempted to stand properly. It's been almost three years since I last saw him. He and Diaman were opposites —Diaman was fire, stubborn and hot–headed. Grey was the calm ocean but ruthless when pushed.

“I didn't expect to see you here,” I said, clutching my dress, trying to appear composed.

“Same here.” He noticed my wobbling and frowned. “Annie, you shouldn't be here like this. Let's get you somewhere safer.”

“Fine…I'll leave if you take me to the shore. Somewhere quieter.”

“If that's safe enough for you, then alright.”

Before I could blink, he lifted me—threw me over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

The sound of the party faded as he carried me across the sand. The waves grew louder, the wind colder. Moonlight washed over everything giving the quiet part of the beach a soft, haunting glow.

He set me down carefully.

“Here,” he said, removing his thick jacket. “The wind is too much for your dress.”

Before I could refuse, he wrapped it around me, his hands brushing my shoulders slightly. It was warm… he was warm… and he smelled like soap and ocean salt.

He started to walk away.

“The moon's too beautiful tonight,” I called. “Don't you want to watch it with me?”

He turned, looked at me, then at the sky. “Yes it is.”

Then he stared at the sea, the silver light painting him like an artwork. The moon sharpened every angle of his face. His lips glistened faintly. His jaw looked more defined. A ridiculous, sinful thought crept in—I wanted to feel his lips on mine.

I stared too long… because he caught me.

His eyes locked into mine, unreadable but intense. For a moment, we just stood there, breathing the same cold air, searching for something we didn't understand.

His gaze dropped to my dress. My body burned.

Something in me snapped—bold, reckless.

I leaned in…

And kissed him.

He didn't respond at first—then suddenly, he did. Harder. Deeper. Claiming control. He tugged the jacket off my shoulders and laid it on the sand before gently lowering me onto it.

His hands cupped my breasts with a hunger that made heat shoot through my body.

“Umm…” I moaned before I could hold it back.

That sound destroyed him.

His restraint shattered. He ripped my dress open, leaving me in only my bra and underwear. Then my bra was gone too. A breathless gasp escaped my lips as his hands brushed my skin in the process.

His eyes darted and jaw twitched instinctively at the sight of my heavy round t**s that welcomed him.

“f*****g hell…” he whispered.

His hands moved closer, cupping them into his palm like he'd been imagining it forever. “Goodness, Annie! These t**s are so beautiful.”

I arched into him helplessly.

His tongue met my n****e—hot, slow, wicked.

“Oh my goodness…” I squirmed—whining in the pleasure of his tongue. My p***y throbbed at every suck desiring more than I could express.

My body trembled as he sucked, licked, bit gently —switching sides, giving each breast the same burning attention. His c**k throbbed against his pants, pressing against my thighs.

“You're a sweet little thing,” he murmured against my skin. His breath tickled and I shuttered. “f**k it!” I cried out in pure ecstasy, my body jerking up in pleasure as he rolled his tongue against my n*****s.

Then suddenly, he stopped.

“This isn't right. You'll regret it,” he said, breathing heavily. “I'm Diaman's brother.”

“I won't regret it,” I whispered, desperate. “Please… continue. Do anything you want.”

His brow pulled together—dark, intense. Making him look more handsome.

“You're sure?”

“So f*****g sure.”

His mouth crashed onto mine again. This kiss was hunger—pure, starving hunger. He bit my lower lip, his tongue sliding into my mouth, I could taste the whiskey in his mouth and it was driving me wild.

He kissed my neck, leaving hot trails. I moaned–”Mmmmmm…”

He pulled my underwear down. Before I could breathe–his mouth was on my p***y and he began licking it like candy.

“Oh-oh-GOD!, Ahhhhhh” I screamed, grabbing his hair.

His tongue moved in and out of my hole, his lips sucking, licking—exploring like he owned me. My legs wrapped around his head on instinct. When his tongue found my c**t, my entire body tensed.

That tight, burning knot in my stomach grew fast.

Grey knew. But he didn't stop.

He kept licking–faster–deeper–

I came hard.

He lifted his head, mouth glistening and smirked.

“Excellent… baby girl.”

He started unbuckling his pants. My heart raced. His boxers couldn't hide how big he was.

“And now… there's no turning back,” he whispered.

He parted my leg and slid his c**k into me.

“Ahhhh!” I moaned loudly.

“You like that… right?” He breathed into my ear.

I nodded fast, biting my lip. “Y…yeah…”

He thrust into me–hard, fast, desperate.

“Aahh… ahhh…”

His p

ace grew faster like he needed me as much as I needed him.

Only the waves heard our moans.

Only the moon saw our body move.

Only the night witnessed what we were doing.