Tempted by My Ex’s Brother

FIFTEEN

Lily's POV

I spent the entire day feeling like my nerves were vibrating under my skin. No matter what I tried to distract myself with, reading, unpacking a few of my things, even reorganizing the vanity table in the room Dante assigned to me, I couldn’t stop thinking about the “treatment” scheduled for tonight. What had in really gotten myself into?

He had explained it before, clinically and calmly, but the reality of it settled over me only today, heavy and warm and impossible to ignore. The idea that anything intimate would happen between us, even under the excuse of therapy, kept twisting in my stomach. Not completely with fear. Not at all.

By the time night fell, every sound in the penthouse made me jump. When Dante finally knocked on my door, I nearly dropped the brush in my hand.

“Lily,” he called softly. “It’s time.”

My pulse kicked at those words. I reminded myself I had agreed to this. I had known what the treatments involved. None of this should have surprised me. Still I felt nervous.

"I.. I'm coming" I bite my lower lips and tried to steady my nerves before walking out. He was right outside my door and had that usual soft smile that seemed to calm my nerves. Still, walking beside him felt like walking toward something I wasn’t prepared for, even if some secret part of me had been anticipating it all day. He led me down a hallway I hadn’t explored yet. At the end was a door I hadn’t paid attention to earlier, it was a darker wood, heavier, with a keypad beside it. He typed in a code, and the lock clicked open. The room inside… took my breath for a moment.

The lighting was low, warm, almost intimate in a way that made my skin prickle. Shades of deep red and black dominated the walls and furnishings, and in the center of the room sat a bed, not overly large or lavish, but placed with such deliberate intention that its purpose was unmistakable. In a way, it reminded me of the room in the club where we had our first intimate experience. My thighs rubbed against each other when memories of that night flashed in my head. I swallowed hard at this, hoping he didn't notice my reaction. It would be too embarrassing. Dante stepped beside me, his voice level but lower than usual.

“Before you panic… this room is designed for privacy and comfort during therapy. Nothing in here will happen without your consent.” he said to me, as if he knew how nervous I was.

“I’m not panicking,” I lied, and my voice trembled enough that I winced.

His eyes softened, just a little. “Lily… this is new for you. It’s natural to be nervous.” he said to me kindly. Natural. Yes. Except what I felt wasn’t just nerves. There was something else curling under them, something warm and embarrassing and impossible to admit out loud. Although I shouldn't be wanting this, the thoughts of him touching me again filled me with a little anticipation.

I cleared my throat. “So… what exactly happens tonight?” I asked, my cheeks burning red. His gaze held mine for a long moment before he spoke.

“The treatment involves stimulation, but for tonight, I don’t want to rush anything. I don’t want to cross any boundaries.” He gestured to the bed. “Sit.”

I hesitated, then moved slowly toward the bed and settled on the edge of it. The sheets were cool under my palms, my heartbeat far too loud in my ears. He stayed a few steps away, but I felt him as if he stood right beside me.

“Lily,” he said quietly, “I’m not going to touch you tonight.” Something inside me tightened, and disappointed me. I didn’t understand why. I didn’t want to understand why.

“Oh,” I managed, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Right. That makes sense.”

“The first session should build comfort,” he continued. “So tonight… I want you to focus on your own body. I’ll only observe.”

My breath hitched. My thoughts scattered. Observe. The word alone sent heat crawling up my neck. For a second, I almost told him I couldn’t do this, that it was too much, too embarrassing, too intimate. But something else pushed back against the fear. A curiosity I didn’t want to name. A pull toward him I couldn’t explain. I looked at him, searching for judgment or smugness or anything that would make this easier to refuse. But he watched me with a kind of intense restraint, as if he was forcing himself to stay composed.

“Lily,” he said again, gentler this time, “if you want to end the session, say so. I won’t push.”

I shook my head before my mind caught up. “No. I agreed to this. I’ll… do it.” I said to him.

He nodded once, slow and controlled, and something in his shoulders eased. “Good, take off your clothes lily, I want to watch you undress and please yourself.” he said in that deep seductive voice.

I didn't hesitate this time, one by one, I slowly took off my clothes until I was left stark naked. His eyes darkened as he watched me like a predator watching his prey and gave a nod of approval. "Good girl, now sit on the bed, spread your legs and give me a show" he ordered and I obeyed him.

He had a chair pulled out already and sat on it, watching me with dark eyes. I slowly sat on the bed and spread my legs me exposing my already wet garden to him. I was abit nervous at first but then I noticed him stroking his visible budge through his cloth. The fact that I made him hard even with his condition turned me on.

I took my fingers down and threw my head back with my eyes closed. Flashes of what he did to my body filled my head again and before I knew it, my fingers were going in and out of my clit as they made dirty wet noises.

"Hmm" I moaned loudly and bit my lower lip. Who knew pleasing myself in front of a man could make me feel this good. I kept digging my fingers deeper while my free arm squeezed my breast, making me feel more sensitive.

My legs began to shake and I could feel myself getting closer and closer. "Dante.." I let out a whisper.

He sat perfectly still, except for the tension in his jaw and the way his hand curled on his bulge. His eyes stayed on me, darkened, focused, following every motion with a hunger barely held in check. The sight of it — of him — stole the rest of my composure. I spread my legs even wider, pleasing myself more. I didn't care anymore, I was losing my mind.

"f**k!" I let out as I began to go faster and faster until I finally saw stars, my body buckled for a few seconds as I came on my own fingers. For a moment, all I heard was my own breathing. When I finally opened my eyes, Dante’s expression was nothing like his usual stoic mask. He looked at me like it physically hurt him to stay where he was, like he was on the edge of stepping toward me and fighting himself not to.

His voice came low and strained.

“Lily… you're so f*****g hot”

I could only nod, still catching my breath, still trying to piece myself back together.