Claimed by my husband's brother.

Episode 3

Liliah.

I bit my lips when his mouth caught my t**s once again, the other hands down my p***y.

Without warning, he pushed his two fingers into my p***y.

“Uhhhh…. Ye…” I moaned in ecstasy.

“Jesus, bunny. You are so tightttt. So freaking tight. ” he confessed amidst pushing his fingers in and out faster, his hazel eyes locked on mine with a wide smirk.

My gaze burned, slow, deep and unmistakable.

“When was the last time you f****d anyone?” He asked while fingering me and cupping my t**s, eyes fixed on me.

Ian and I haven't had s*x in four months, he refused to touch me but has been f*****g Chloe, his mistress.

“ Fi…v..e …mo..n.th.s a.g..o” I answered, my moans stretched the words, forcing them out piece by piece.

“Good girll… moan loudly, scream… I want everyone around her to know that Dante is taking you tonight..” He commanded, now moving at a faster pace,his other hands playing with my t**s, twisting and squeezing to his satisfaction, the pleasure doubled.

My p***y quivered and my stomach tightened, my breathing coming in short pants.

Then it exploded as the tension snapped inside me, my legs trembling. An orgasm.

I tried to steady my breath while he smirked.

“I'm not done with you yet, bunny. Bend over and postiion your ass so that I can f**k and claim you” He demanded, his voice carrying so much and I obeyed, positioning my ass.

He adjusted me to his needs, not letting me recover.

He slapped my ass. I let out a gasp.. He slapped it again. “Scream, yes Dante!” He demanded and slapped my ass harder this time..

“Yess! Yess Dante”

“Good girl” then he pushed in with one hard thrust.

My body trembled and I moaned before i could hold it. “AHH…”

“Your moaning is so perfect! Louder bunny” he growled and slammed in and out harder and faster, spanking my ass uncontrollably..

“Yesss, yesss!” I cried out, unable to control my pants. My t**s bounced up and down while he claimed me from behind, also reaching out to cup my breasts..

“louder bunny” he commanded, same time f*****g me at the same pace.

“Uhhh. Yesss please!” I whimpered.

What the heck was he doing to me? I was loving every inch of his c**k and the way he was f*****g me. Ian never f****d me that way. He f****d me faster, moving in and out like wildfire. Then my orgasm hit again,my thighs clenched hard and body tensing. I bit my lips in pleasure.

“Fuckkkkk…” He groaned, instantly pulling out as the thick streams of his c*m spread on my ass. I felt its warmness.

He stayed calm for a moment trying to stabilise his breathing so did I.

He laid on the bed, watching me and I joined him..

“That was the most amazing s*x I have ever had”

I woke up to the shrill sound of my phone. I pushed myself upright, and memories of last night crashed into me all at once. My breath hitched as I lifted the duvet.

I was naked.

Slowly, I turned my head. He was still there, the stranger from last night had gone.

I stared up for a long second, then swallowed hard.

What did I just do?

Panic set in. I scrambled out of bed, gathering my clothes, my bag, my phone. My hands trembled as I dressed, my head pounding with regret and confusion. I didn’t look back when I slipped out of the room.

Outside, I checked my phone.

Ten missed calls from Ian.

Three from my mom.

I exhaled shakily and stared out the cab window the entire ride home, my thoughts a blur until the driver finally stopped. I paid him and stepped out, my legs heavy as I walked into the mansion.

Ian was already there.

He stood in the living room in his tailored suit, hands shoved into his pockets, his presence cold and commanding. I pressed my lips together and tried to walk past him like he didn’t exist.

“Where are you coming from?”

His hand shot out, gripping my wrist tightly, stopping me in my tracks.

I stiffened.

“Let go of me,” I said quietly.

He didn’t. Instead, his grip tightened, his eyes scanning my face like he was searching for something, guilt, fear, a crack.

“Where are you coming from?” he repeated.

I flinched but forced myself to stay still. I swallowed hard, refusing to let my voice shake.

“None of your business, Ian,” I said quietly.

That was all it took.

He shoved me back, pinning me to the nearest wall. My breath left my lungs in a sharp gasp, my heart slamming against my ribs.

“It is my business,” he snapped. “You’re still my wife, and I will not have you disgracing the Hills family.”

I stared at him, stunned by the audacity.

“You don’t get to disappear. You don’t get to humiliate me,” he continued coldly. “This open marriage? It doesn’t apply to you.”

My chest tightened.

“You come home. You do your duties. You stay in this house as my wife.” His grip tightened slightly. “That’s your role.”

Something inside me cracked.

“So you can sleep with whoever you want,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, “but I don’t even get the right to breathe?”

His eyes hardened. “You get exactly what I allow you to have.”

Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.

“Liliah, you are my slave,” he said coldly. “You don’t have options. And you don’t get to question my decisions.”

My chest felt tight, my thoughts spinning.

“Do you want me to repeat myself?” he continued. “The open marriage does not apply to you. This is not an excuse for you to w***e around and disgrace the Hills family.”

I stared at him, numb. I didn’t even know what to feel anymore, anger, shame, exhaustion. All of it blurred together. When would this end? When would I finally be free from this bondage?

His gaze dragged slowly over my body, deliberate, possessive, like he was inspecting something that belonged to him.

“If I find out you slept with someone,” he said quietly, dangerously, “he’ll be dead.”

I flinched.

My heart pounded because I knew Ian meant every word. I slipped out of his grip, stepping away from the wall.

“You declared the marriage open,” I said, forcing steadiness into my voice. “Now you can’t even stand by it. What are you scared someone might f**k me better than you?”

His expression darkened instantly.

“Don’t test me, Liliah,” he snapped. “You are my property. Don’t ever forget that.”

My throat tightened. Tears burned, but I refused to let them fall. I wasn’t an object.

“And before I forget,” he added casually, like he hadn’t just crushed me, “my elder brother is back. He’s been away for four years. He’s moving in.”

My breath caught.

“You’ll behave yourself,” he continued. “You’re sleeping in the guest room tonight. Chloe is coming over.”

“What?” I muttered.

The door clicked open, and men in black suits filed in, carrying luggage after luggage.

“It must be my brother,” Ian muttered.

We watched in silence as they lined up five suitcases. Then a man stepped inside.

My gaze dragged from his polished shoes to his broad shoulders, then to his face. His hands were tucked into his pockets, posture relaxed, too relaxed.

My breath caught.

Hazel eyes met mine.

The room seemed to tilt.

The air shifted, heavy and charged, the kind of silence that presses against your chest. I felt it before I understood it. The tension between the two brothers was sharp, unresolved.

“Hello, brother,” he drawled, a slow smirk lifting his lips.

Ian said nothing.

My heart slammed violently against my ribs.

Of all people

my husband’s elder brother was the stranger I slept with.

And he was standing right in front of me.