Taming my Fiance's Stepbrother

Chapter Five

Ciara's pov

A corporate light blue long-sleeved shirt and a pleated black skirt with some loafers, I hoped to look responsible as I left the house rather than some part-time hookup toy job I got today.

I packed up my dark brown hair upwards and applied some mascara.

It was only last night that I mistakenly found myself wrapped around Mateo, but now it has become official.

I was sleeping with my to be husband's brother.

I constantly stared at my watch, it was quarter past two in the afternoon, knowing being out with his friends took Liam more than four to five hours. I had spent half of an hour on the phone with Laura and Mateo and another half taking a taxi to Mateo 's Villa.

If Mateo chooses to get this over with quick. I should be back to being the dutiful girlfriend and wife I was.

Mateo 's Villa was lager spelt backwards.

It was breathtaking, it was rich and obviously owned by a Wild.

I rang the door bell nervously, hoping I wouldn't come across someone who knew me and seconds later he stood by the door.

Wearing a shirt that clung to his rock-sweaty body, it was as though he had been working out. His lazy eyes rested on me, the scent of wild grapes lingered in the air, along with his masculine scent, just like the one from last night.

“You came," there was a wide grin plastered on his face as he opened the door to his penthouse wide enough for me to see the entire living room “you see I was just seconds away from calling Liam. "

“I don't think that's necessary. We both signed a contract" I held back the venom in my voice as I stepped into the home of luxury.

He turned to me, still smiling.

“We did. Didn't we"

I closed the door behind me, hard to believe this was a house of a doctor, there was a winery just at the side of the living room and small figurines made of gold, it was no doubt how much fortune it would cost.

“Beer?" He turned to me from the other side of the living room, hands stretched forward as he offered me a glass but I looked away from it.

The last thing I wanted was doing any of this with a hazy mind.

"Can we just do this and get it over with” setting my bag down on one of the couches.

“Easy strawberries, we aren't in a hurry” gulping all that he poured in the glass meant for me.

"We?" I arched my brow “In case you forgot.. I shouldn't be here"

“The contract says otherwise," he poured another glass.

“My husband Mateo …”

“You mean Liam who only sees you as a toy?” Gulping again before directing him to me.

I swallowed his comment like he wasn’t doing the same, sighing heavily as I tried to avoid his piercing dark eyes.

"He will be my husband”

"Thanks to me of course" he shrugged, still staying directly at me.

My lips pressed into a slim line.

“We don't have to do this right now"

"You're right,” placing the glass of beer down "but there something about you Ciara, it's alluring and” he paused giving me time to let his words sink in "I just can't stay away for some reason"

He started to walk towards me and I started to drag my feet backwards, realizing I would have my back against the wall. I stopped in my tracks, holding my stance.

“You're thinking about how sinful this is right" he mummered as he stepped in front of me, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear then leaned in to whisper in my ear “but your body is thinking about me."

I couldn't control how fast my heart was beating but I could control how I reacted to his sensual words. And I was doing a very bad job.

" I can feel it,” bringing his fingers to trace on my arm. " You're fighting yourself.. and losing”

I gulped , calming the raging surge of hormones in my stomach.

I felt his hands slide to my waist, firm, confident and pulling me against him, my breath hitched as heat shot through my body, I hated how easily she melted.

“Mateo .." trying to get him to stop.

“Tell me you don't want this," he muttered, lips barely touching the corner of my mouth.

I couldn't..

How could I? When my brain was flooded with image possibilities of what he could do to me.

His mouth brushed mine and I tasted the beer, soft at first like he was teasing me and then deeper, hotter, my resistance crumbling instantly. My fingers found his shirt and curled around it dragging him closer like I had been starving for him.

I felt his hands up my back, gasping as he pressed me against the wall.

“Look at you," he said in breaking the kiss to find the nape of my neck “Shaking for a man who isn't you husband”

I moaned softly and almost immediately he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around him as if my body already knew what to do.

His lips claimed mine again while his hands roamed my curves.

"Do you feel that?" whispered in my mouth. I moaned softly, unaware that we had reached his bedroom till my back hit the walls of his room.

I tried to twist away with my legs wrapped around him but he pinned my wrist above my head with one large hand of his. His body, forming like a wall of muscle pressing against me.

His other hand was already under my dress, fingers hooking into the lace of my panties, yanking them aside without warning.

My body arched to invite him, betraying my mind.

He dipped lower, fingers sliding through my folds, finding me slick and swollen.

I bit my lips to stifle my moan but it escaped anyway making him chuckle darkly and thrust two fingers inside me roughly, no gentleness nor sensuality.

Just a deep insistent curl that hit a spot indie of me,making my knees buckle.

This was a betrayal to Liam , to my father, this was everything I wasn't supposed to crave. f**k it.

I needed it, the rawness and the edge of pain that blurred into pleasure.

Suddenly he threw me onto the bed, spinning me around so I was bending over the edge.

“Mateo please…” I begged but he only lifted my ass up towards him while hiking up my skirt.

The sound of his zipper was the only thing I could hear before feeling the thick head of his c**k pressing against my entrance.

One hard thrust and he was buried inside me, stretching me like no one else, I cried out the sound muffled into the pillows but he didn't hold back.

His hands gripped my hips bruisingly as the slaps of skin to skin while he pulled me back and forth on him echoed. Mingling with my senses .

It hurts in the best way….

“You need this, don't you?” He grunted, taking a fist full of my hair and yanking it backwards. " Rough like this. Admit it Ciara ”

" No” I gagged but it only made him pound deeper, like some sort of punishment. I felt his fingers on my c**t rubbing it in hard and fast circles that made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

My orgasm hit me like a fast moving car, my walls spasming around his shaft yet he didn't stop, he didn't pull out till he got his own release, till going harder and deeper had him pulsating inside me few seconds later, filling me in a way that felt both wrong and just right.

Mateo collapsed on me, his weight pinning me down while I played there, trembling.

He pulled out to roll onto the bed

leaving me dripping with warm c*m and right there, while trying to collect myself.

I knew this was just beginning.