Seducing My Husband's Brother

The Wrong Moment

RYAN

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Ryat's request didn't come as a surprise. I've known him his whole life—a sore loser through and through. He's not one to accept a loss without squeezing in his own terms.

Rex and I had no choice but to agree with his terms, much like how Ryat and I had no choice but to conform to his.

She's connected to the cartel was the excuse I gave when Ryat wouldn't stop whining about "Why?"

In truth, that wasn't entirely misleading.

A fraction of De la Cruz might have broken away from Hijos, they remain an associate still. Considering that Purity is suicidal, and we have an unsettled score with the jefe, a divorce might not just weaken Ryat's image, it might cause a full-blown war—I had no choice.

Instinctively, I snap my head to the side, averting the kiss.

"Hmm!" She releases a guttural grunt in protest, but that won't have me kissing her—not now, not ever. "What's on your mind?" Her voice is thick with s****l tension, pouring straight out of her throat.

I turn back to her, and a smirk pulls one side of my face up. "That's not why you are here, Cassandra."

Her plump lips scrunch slightly, giving her the visual of an upset kid, but this only lasts for a second.

Without prior warning, her hand clamps down on my groin in a firm grab that sends air rushing into my nose. My muscles tense instinctively, a strange mix of surprise and something else fills me as blood rushes down to my genitals.

She sucks her bottom lip in, her teeth tenderly sinking into the cushion-soft flesh. For a second, I get the urge to lock my lips with hers, but I've never been the type of man who enjoys the action of kissing.

I only ever enjoyed it with one woman.

Fuck!

I throw my head back, forcing myself out of that self-destructive line of thought and into the present.

Cassandra's hand softly massages my soft c**k, trying desperately to get it up, but failing.

Her cat-like eyes pin mine, the blue of them deepened by arousal.

She's not disappointed. She's used to it already. At this point, she sees it as a challenge. How long would it take to get Ryan's d**k up? The shortest time so far has been a little above a minute.

I really need to get myself checked.

Her hands gently squeeze me, and I inhale sharply.

Drawing closer, her hot breath fans the tough skin of my ears before her sensual voice filters through. "You are not with me, Don."

"I am." The response is mechanical, but I don't give it much thought.

My thoughts bounce between the idea of Purity about to become the prisoner of a literal psychopath and the fact that I might need to change hoes. Cassandra is getting into my head—not in the good way, if there is any way that's good. But her recent accuracy level when it comes to reading my mind doesn't sit well with me. She needs to go.

Eliminating that very essential space between her mouth and my skin, she plants a toe-crawling kiss on my neck. This doesn't put me off, but it also doesn't do the trick.

In the middle of all these, her hand finds my belt, and she unbuckles it with an ease that needs to be studied. Just as quickly, she wraps her hand around my groin, running it up and down my length.

After having her fill with the kiss, she draws away from me. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Hmm."

She chuckles lightly, not a single sign of displeasure making way to her pretty face.

See, aside from the pretty face and numerous other reasons, this is why it'd be extremely difficult to replace Cassandra. She knows her place—most of the time—and never complains about anything. Just does her job, enjoys what she can, and keeps it going. Perfect.

With a swift movement of her wrists, she pulls my pants down. The cold air of the room hits my ass like a welcomed visitor, settling just beneath the surface of my skin, mingling with my blood, calming my mind.

Then, she drops to her knees, hand still tightly wrapped around my girth.

She runs it along my length in two quick motions, enticing me. Then, she swallows me whole, the warmth of her mouth sipping into me.

I throw my head back, my hands grabbing the edge of the table.

"Ugh!"

Her grunt forces my head back, and my eyes connect with hers. Those smoky eyes lock me in place, refusing me the liberty to travel anywhere else, neither in body nor in spirit.

Satisfied with my presence of mind, she starts—pulling her head back until only my tip remains hidden in her mouth. Then she does that thing with her tongue, rubbing, rolling, and sucking before she goes back in, swallowing my entire length. No gag reflex. Perfect for the job.

She keeps the slow, sensual pace, taking her time with it, ensuring that I feel every single detail of what her mouth is doing.

"Humph!" I release a puff of air from my nose.

Gradually, she increases her pace, bobbing her head faster. The blood finally rushes to the right place, filling the veins of my groin until my shaft hardens like a damn rock.

"f**k!" I throw my head back up, nose to ceiling. "Tch!"

I think she just broke the last record.

"Uhmm..." She moans around my d**k, the sound vibrating along my length.

Detaching my hand from the edge of the table, I grab a handful of her hair and shove her head even further into me, definitively blocking her oxygen, but she has great survival instincts so I'm not worried.

"Uh!" She protests, but I'm too far gone to consider that now.

Pushing myself to a full standing position, I tilt her head so she's staring directly into my eyes.

Hers are now glossy, probably from unshed tears. I'm not a brutal animal; the love between my parents—although I didn't experience it for too long—has shown me that respect is utmost, so I know for a fact that she's into this type of thing.

Cassandra prefers it when the c**k brings her to tears.

In her words: "I want to be used and f****d until I pass out."

That being established, I draw myself out of her wet mouth, and she draws air through her nose. With one swift move, I slam back into her mouth, and she humphs.

"Do you want me to stop?"—I'm gentle to a fault.

She shakes her head quickly, her long earrings slapping her red cheeks. In a bid to emphasize her consent, she gently rolls her tongue on my length the best she can.

Good girl.

I pull out once again and slam back in. She's now visibly struggling to breathe, but she also has a finger or two buried deep inside her cunt, and that's the only form of assurance I need.

Without control, I f**k her mouth, pulling out and slamming with such intensity her eyes plead for mercy, but there's none of that left in me now—only pure, visceral lust.

Pain penetrates my muscles as her nails dig into my butt, her other hand clawing at my abdomen, searching for an off button, but, as usual, she'd find none.

Her breath fans my length, scalding, almost burning, but that only incentivizes me.

Soon, my body tightens, every muscle coiling, nerves screaming. I pull back, chest heaving; heat surges through me as I lose all control. And then it happens—an explosion so raw and full it leaves me trembling, my core emptying deep inside her throat.

I collapse slightly against her, gasping, sweat prickling my skin, lost completely in the storm.

A light chuckle escapes her first, a subtle show of her approval. "Do you want this cunt now, daddy?"

Her words barely register as my chest tightens, and my mind suddenly sharpens, thoughts racing, chaos settling into cold focus. Damn! f**k post-nut clarity.

But before I'm able to speak in the opposite of my thoughts, the door slams open.

Cassandra stiffens, hands gripping me tighter as she whips her neck back. I, on the other hand, stays calm, my body stays loose, but my eyes sway to the entrance.

A shadow stands at the threshold, slender and poised, just like earlier today. My pulse spikes, my senses coming alive with realization.

Just then, those beautiful brown eyes meet mine.

Purity.