Claimed by my husband's brother.

Episode 2

Liliah.

I ran out of the house with tears blurring my vision, not knowing where I was going or who I was running to. I just knew I couldn’t stay there. The pain in my chest was unbearable, heavy and sharp, like it might split me open if I stopped moving.

I walked with no destination in mind, my thoughts scattered, my breath uneven. When the rain started falling, I didn’t bother to run. I let it soak through my clothes, let the cold bite into my skin. Maybe I deserved it. Maybe it was easier than feeling everything else.

By the time my body began to tremble uncontrollably, I noticed the glow of a bar up ahead. Warm light spilling through fogged glass. I hesitated only for a second before pushing the door open.

I was cold. I was breaking.

I wasn’t watching where I was going, so when I suddenly bumped into someone, I stumbled.

A hand caught my arm instantly warm, steady, firm enough to stop me from falling.

I looked up and somehow, I noticed his sharp hazel eyes that made me gulp and stare longer than necessary.

His face was all clean angles, a strong jaw, defined cheekbones, and dark hair falling slightly over his forehead.

He smelled good. Clean, expensive, masculine.

And heat pricked under my skin before I could stop it.

“Sor….sorry,” I managed to say, the word stumbling out because my throat suddenly felt too tight.

He watched me, calm, unreadable. Yeah I probably looked like a joke.

“Careful,” he said quietly. His voice was smooth, low enough to slide down my spine even though I didn’t want it to.

He didn’t let go immediately. His grip loosened slowly, like he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to fall again.

“Are you okay?” He asked,his voice calm. Why was my body reacting this way to him? It was weird.

“ Yeah yeah. I’m fine,” I whispered, even though I clearly wasn’t.

I rubbed my arms, trying to chase the cold away, my fingers trembling. The rain had soaked through my clothes, and no matter how I moved, I couldn’t get warm.

Then I felt it, a sudden heat against my shoulders. I looked up to see the stranger draping his suit jacket over me. He adjusted it carefully, covering me from the rain, and for a moment, my heart softened. Why was this handsome man showing me kindness?

“You’re shivering, bunny. Try not to let yourself get soaked next time,” he said in a deep, calm voice before walking past me.

I exhaled shakily, clutching the jacket to my chest. My eyes lingered on him for a heartbeat too long before I turned and made my way toward the bar, needing something, anything, to steady myself.

The bartender set the first shot in front of me. I tossed it back, the burn sliding down my throat and settling hot in my stomach. I nudged the glass forward for another. One became two, then three. Warmth spread through my arms, loosening everything inside me without fully numbing it.

I reached for the next glass when someone sat beside me, a faint shift of air brushing past. That same clean, expensive cologne drifted in familiar. I turned my head and saw him, the stranger I’d bumped into outside.

I glanced at him and my cheeks flushed. I had no idea why I was feeling this way towards him and why was he sitting near me? I could feel his gaze burning into me and I quickly took off my eyes, perhaps it was the alcohol.

“Are you sure you can handle that much alcohol?” His voice was low, smooth… and even that made something stir inside me.

“I… I’m okay,” I muttered, my words slurring just slightly. Tipsy. Definitely tipsy.

He reached out, his hands brushing mine as he took the last shot the bartender poured and downed it in one go. My heart skipped.

“I can help you forget whatever it is, bunny” he said, his fingers lingering lightly on my knuckles. “Drinking alone won’t do it.”

My knees buckled a little. This alcohol… it was making everything feel hotter, wilder. Heat pooled low in my legs, creeping up my body.

Then his hands were on my cheeks, cupping them gently, warm and deliberate as he tucked my wet hair behind my ears. “Want me to help you forget?” he murmured, eyes locking on mine. I froze. His touch, his gaze, everything about him was disarming. My cheeks burned hotter than before.

His eyes took in my dress, soaked and clinging to my skin, my swollen eyes, the exhaustion.

I pressed my lips together. I loved the ways his eyes travelled through my body, it shouldn't be, but I mean Ian just declared our marriage open and I genuinely wanted anything that can get me out of this pain, even for a second.

“How do you intend to make me forget?” I asked him, my voice steady..

He reached out, brushing my wet hair behind my ears. I shivered at the contact, heat rushing to my cheeks.

“Come with me,” he said, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for refusal.

Then his tongue came in contact with my sensitive nub, my neck. He moved his tongue up and down, licking my neck. My body burned with more heat, he stood up, reaching out his hands.

I hesitated, heart pounding, but I felt an irresistible pull toward him.

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His eyes locked onto mine dominantly. He lifted my jaw slightly with his thumb and pressed his lips against mine, slow and deliberate before increasing the intensity and pace, the echoes of our intense kiss overcrowding the room. Our bodies pressed close that his cologne flooded my nostrils, almost irresistible.

I drowned in his kiss while he explored my mouth and tongue, sucking and biting. His lips tasted great with a mix of vodka. We savored each other’s lips while making breathless moans.

Once the tension increased, he pulled away panting, pushing me to the bed.

I landed with a sharp thud yet anticipating more.

He bent down suddenly, his grip firm as fabric ripped beneath his hands, the sound sharp in the quiet. My dress split up my thigh before I could react.

I gasped, breath catching in my throat.

“Don’t worry, bunny,” he said calmly, like this was nothing at all, his eyes dark with intent. “I’ll buy you a thousand more.”

The recklessness of him sent a dangerous shiver through me.

At that fast pace he pulled off my pants and sniffed it, my lips parted in pleasure.

“You smell so good bunny.. I would keep this” he muttered, sliding them into his pocket.

“Take off your dress strap” he demanded and I slid them exposing my t**s because I wasn't wearing bras.

“f**k, I want to suck them hard. They are so beautiful..” He exhaled, watching me with lustful eyes, my body quivered on the way he watched with so much desire. He didn't hesitate to climb on top of me, his mouth claiming one of my t**s and his fingers twisting and playing with the other. Pleasure surged through me, right on the verge of exploding.

“Spread your legs wider, bunny.. I'm about to show you something you have never experienced.” he muttered when he took off his lips from my t**s off for a moment

I obeyed, spreading my legs wider, my bare p***y aching more for him.

His thumb came in contact with my c**t, I let out a strangled moan. This was so good.

“You are so wet huh? Bunny…shitt. So slimy” he growled, using his thumb to rub my juices all over my p***y.

“ I'm going to finger you and when you release juices for me, will lick them clean.”