Taming my Fiance's Stepbrother

Ciara pov “I am going to rip his wind pipes from his throat!" Laura snapped. And I rolled my eyes. "You're right. It won't stop him. That's why, I'll chop his hands while I'm at it” she added I looked away from Laura and distracted myself with the loud music, people laughed and drank and kissed. The air was thick with perfume and heat. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be in a club when my angry boyfriend of five years and fiance for months could be anywhere. I shut my eyes briefly but all I could see was Liam's hands raised above me, the sting, him storming out of the house and me calling up my best friend, Laura in tears. I didn't think she would drag me to a club, all I needed was some words of comfort. “Laura… he's stressed, prolly just worked up with work” I defended. “Oh please,” Laura snapped again “ you keep making excuses for this asshole, you've been dating him since college, it's been years and I'm the only one who thinks you deserve better" I sighed "By better you mean, here” I made a gesture that described the club. "And your version is better?” She c****d her head My throat tightened. “You know why I can't just leave him,” my tone was calm as I explained to Laura for the one hundredth time why I sucked up everything, for the one hundredth time. Even though the more I explained the more it made no sense to me “His father knows someone at havens law firm and if Liam walks away my chance of getting that job walks with him” I shook my head “and of course he'd have my dad sacked too” This was just half the leverage Liam had on me "Oh Ciara . I get it” she sighed deeply, reaching out to squeeze my hand "but tonight." A wicked smile grew on her face immediately. “ You are getting a drink and you are forgetting about Liam and his bullshit” she signalled the bartender but I made an irritated face which made the bartender hesitate. “I shouldn't even be here" I whined “If Liam finds out—” “He won’t.” Laura rolled her eyes. “He’s probably out with his useless friends. Or one of his side chicks.” “Laura…” I drawled “Sorry. But it’s true.” She shrugged and took a sip from her own glass of beer then shifted her gaze behind me “oh my God is that Tessa" “Laura…" I pleaded "I'll be right back! don't move" she ordered “Laura don't.." but she was far gone into the crowd of drunk people already I sighed, feeling small and out of place, I suppressed the urge to just leave but that was when I felt it. A presence. “And you look like you could use company.” a deep voice interrupted my thoughts, making me turn to the figure who swiftly slipped to sit on the chair beside me. A man. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark eyes that held something unreadable. My eyes skimmed through his outfit which was too casual for clubbing. A Hermes sweatshirt and casual pants. His aura, too calm for the loud music around us. “huh?” my voice lowered into a whisper I hoped he heard “Relax, I don't bite, unless someone asks” he coaxed, turning towards the bartender “two glass of vodka please or would you prefer ice tea" It took me some seconds to realize the last statement was for me. “Um no, no vodka is fine" Vodka wasn't fine but the bartender pushed forward two separate glasses of vodka seconds later. "What's your name?” I casted him a glare "I just want to know you strawberries” I scoffed and brought the glass to my lips to hide my blush “Heather" . His lips curved up in a smile. "Mateo” he said and for a second I practiced in my head how good the name would sound if i say it outloud "You looked uncomfortable.." he added “I'm fine" I almost snapped at him as I suddenly thought of Liam, what I'd he was here, watching me. I took the glass and gulped the whole content, watching the bartender pour me another glass. “Your energy says other wise" “i don't have an energy" I found myself muttering “You do" lifted his glass to his lips and took a small sip “everyone does…. you look restless, nervous” I watched his eyes drop briefly to my lips “Pretty" Ignoring his gesture. “I didn't want to come. My friend" letting out a slightly nervous breathe “my friend made me come” " Happens to the best of us” He was undoubtedly flirting with me and though I couldn't help but blush a bit, I reached for the glass so he wouldn't notice and sipped a mouthful, again. “now there's a real smile” he looked proud “Well it's hard not to since all you've been doing since you sat here is flirting with me” I put in, already feeling lightheaded. “It's called being straight forward" brushing his fingers on mine as he reached out to grab the glass from me “life's too short to pretend you so want a conversation with a beautiful woman” My heart flipped, maybe it was the alcohol.. Maybe it was him. Either way I didn't flinch when he came closer towards me, now holding my glass of vodka. “And you didn't tell me. Heather, that, you are a very light drinker" he mummered, his voice sounded like music to my ears and it took me to get drunk to tell myself the truth. I purred back "give me back my vodka” I reached for it and he leaned back. “You know what I should do? Take you home" I suddenly didn't like the sound of going home. “And why would you want to do that?” Smiling as I leaned closer to him, pressing my palm on his tight for support “Did anyone ever tell you how handsome you are?" Locking my gaze with his, and tracing my finger along his chest, with a small giggle. He caught my finger, his jaw tightening with something else flickering in his eyes “You should slow down" rising up from where he sat “tell me your address" “I don't want to go home, take me somewhere else" hooking my arm around his neck for support "Heather…” he mumbled “Mhm mm" I inhaled the nape of his neck for the cologne that lingered there “f**k" I hear him growl "as you wish” A few minutes later, maybe hours. He guided me inside a very luxurious room, I stumbled but he held on to me, pressing himself against me. I like the warmth and when he clicked the door shut, I pulled him close, my breath on his neck, my lips brushing the exposed skin. “Ciara ..” he warned but i pulled the collar of his shirt to press against him and that was when he snapped. Slamming me against the wall, I smiled showing him I was more aroused than hurt. His hands went around my waist and his nose buried into the crook of my neck. “Mm, strawberries" I couldn't process what they meant since almost immediately his lips came crashing down on mine, soft and needy and then over to my neck, I gasped as I felt his hand crawl up to my thigh. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, thanking God for the short dress. I held on to him while he fumbled with my panties, slightly parting them to feel my wet flesh underneath, digging in with more than a finger. “You're soaked Heather" I hated that he called me Heather, but yes I was soaked. More soaked than I had ever been. Seconds after my legs were wrapped around his waist as he searched for the bedroom. And for once I didn't think about who I was, that I was going to get married days after now and that I was someone's property. For this night. Nothing else mattered than getting the best orgasm from this stranger.