Claimed by my husband's brother.

Episode 4

Liliah.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought Ian would hear it. What just happened? I slept with my husband’s brother.

Ian didn’t say a word, but the air between the two of them shifted, thick and dangerous. They stared at each other, and I could feel the weight of unspoken history pressing down.

“Hey, bunny. We meet again,” Dante murmured, his voice low, smooth, teasing—but there was something dark underneath. My body froze. My eyes widened, my lips parted. If Ian found out… I didn’t even want to imagine.

Ian’s gaze snapped to me, steady, unwavering. “Bunny? You two know each other?” His tone was sharp, probing. Dante opened his mouth, and I quickly cut him off before anything could slip.

“I… bumped into him yesterday,” I said, forcing my voice steady, though it wavered just enough to betray me. My eyes flicked to Dante. He was smirking, clearly amused by my little lie.

Without warning, Ian’s arms snaked around my waist. My heart skipped again.

“This is Liliah, my wife. Don’t go calling other people’s wives ‘bunny.’” His tone was cold, firm, a warning wrapped in possession.

“I know,” Dante replied, calm, almost taunting.

I felt my body go numb. The tension between them was electric, unbearable. He knew, Dante knew I was his brother’s wife, and still… he had slept with me. What game was he playing?

“Better…” Ian answered.

Dante yawned lazily, his gaze drifting around the mansion as if he owned every wall, every breath inside it. “Nothing’s changed,” he said mildly. “Same house. Everything looks the same.” He glanced at Ian, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Funny how nostalgia works. Don’t you feel it too, brother?”

Ian didn’t answer. His jaw tightened.

Dante’s smile deepened, slow and deliberate. “I’ll be staying here for a while. Indefinitely.” He paused, then added casually, “After all, the mansion is still under my name. The company too.”

The words landed like a blade.

“For now,” Dante continued, his tone light, almost bored, “let’s all remember how things are.” His eyes flicked briefly to Ian, sharp and knowing.

For the first time since I’d known him, Ian looked… unsettled. Not angry. Not dominant. Uneasy.

Dante turned away as if the moment no longer interested him. “Get my luggage.”

The security guards moved instantly. As they carried the bags upstairs, Dante followed without looking back.

I couldn’t even understand my own thoughts anymore. Ian pulled away from me instantly, his touch gone like it never existed.

“Stay away from Dante. He is a dangerous person.”

He ran a hand through his hair, restless, frustrated. He looked unsettled—and that alone shocked me. Ian never looked shaken.

“Since when did you care about who is dangerous for me or not? And what's with the show of you pulling me closer and announcing our marriage after declaring it open.”

His jaw tightened.

“He doesn't need to know that we are not on good terms, okay? Otherwise he might start doing unnecessary things.”

“Unnecessary things like what?”

For a moment, he said nothing. His lips pressed into a thin line.

“None of your business, Liliah. Just do what I said...”

His voice rose, sharp, strained. Like he was already losing control. Without another word, Ian stormed out.

I stood there alone, my chest tight.

Whatever history stood between those brothers, it wasn’t over.

The security guards came downstairs, Dante following behind them. As they passed, he slowed, descending the steps with unhurried ease, his hands tucked into his pockets like he owned the air around him.

I swallowed hard. My heart hammered against my ribs. There was something about him, something magnetic, that made everything feel slower, heavier.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away as he drew closer, stopping right in front of me, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

“You look like you want to swallow me whole, bunny..”

I snapped out of it instantly.

“Not exactly, Dante. Not when I don't know the game you are playing.”

My voice was firm, even though my mind betrayed me, wandering, noticing the sharp lines of his face, the intensity in his eyes.

“Game? Who says I'm playing a game? Ian?”

He let out a slow, dragged laugh.

“I'm not..” he paused, his gaze shifted to the security guards. “Get her the dresses” he demanded .

Two of them stepped forward, handing me a small luggage. My fingers twitched as I took it.

“What's inside?”

“Hundreds of dresses. I promised I would get. I don't fail my promises.”

A low, amused scoff slipped out before I could stop it.

He turned to the guards.

“You can go now.”

“Yes sir.”

“You slept with me, knowing I was Ian's wife? So it wasn't a coincidence? You knew?” I asked instantly after the guards left.

Dante stepped closer. I moved back without thinking until the back of the couch hit the back of my knees. He leaned in, close enough for my skin to burn, my body reacting before my mind could stop it.

Shit.

His breath brushed my ear.

“Before ever I touched you, I knew you.”

My chest tightened.

I stared at him, searching his face. “Why?”

Nothing about him was accidental.

“Because Ian doesn't want you and I do. He doesn't know what he has so I'm going to help him, bunny.”

His breath brushed my ear, and a shiver ran straight down my spine when his lips touched my neck. My fingers curled at my sides. I should have pushed him away. I knew that. He was Ian’s brother. This was wrong on too many levels.

But my body didn’t agree.

It leaned into the warmth instead, aching, betraying me all over again. The house felt too quiet, too aware of us. Every second stretched, heavy and dangerous.

This was messy. I shouldn't be doing this, he was Ian’s elder brother for crying out loud.

Dante placed kisses on neck, his hands curling up to fabric of my dress, cupping one of my breast, and swirling my n*****s.

“Dante….” I breathed slowly, my lips parting. He kissed my ears, sucking my earlobes and I tilted my head backwards before he whispered.

“I will tell you one truth but not a lie, there are so many lingeries and panties in that luggage. I would love for you to try them on later and wiggle your ass for me” i froze, my pulse skipping a beat, those words lingered In the air, heavy and intimate.

While he kissed my neck, his other hands traced my skin from my legs up to my thighs, gently lifting the hem of my dress just enough to expose skin. I sucked in a sharp breath, my fingers digging into the fabric of the couch beneath me. I gripped his hand before he could further, gulping hard.

He leaned closer, his forehead brushing mine, his voice low. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”

My lips parted, but nothing came out. My body answered for me, tilting forward just slightly, betraying every thought in my head.

That was all it took for his hands to tighten around my waist, holding me possessively.

He went on his knees, parting my legs wider. I gasped, his gaze fixed on me, dark and sharp with hunger and desire. We really shouldn't be doing this. What if Ian walks in? But then again, didn't he just tell me Chloe was coming tonight? That was the only reminder and confidence I needed.

“Let me finish from where I stopped yesterday night” his gaze unwavering.

Dante quickly lifted my dress and dipped his head in. He started kissing my legs up to my p***y.

I wasn't wearing any pants, I couldn't find it in the morning.

I felt his tongue touching my c**t, he rolled his tongue up and down my c**t, exploring and licking every of my p***y juice.

I couldn't. I gripped his hair, my fingers dugging deep. s**t what was I doing? I tried to find every reason to justify this but nothing, he was Ian’s brother and they were not on good terms.

“U…hhh. …” I whimpered. The pleasure is overwhelming, more electric.

I was about to explode. He was taking me in hungrily, circling his tongue all over my p***y.

He paused, coming a bit and lifting his gaze to me, a smirk across his lips. “You taste so good bunny. I would love to lick you everyday.”

He didn't hesitate before diving in again, my breath catching.

“Uhhhhh… yess….,” A loud moan slithered out of my mouth, I was damn enjoying the way he ate me out.

He didn't stop licking my p***y, didn't stop teasing my t**s. The tension builded up faster, goosebumps prickling my skin.

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

The door clicked open at that moment. I froze.