YES… RUIN ME BROTHER-IN-LAW

ONE NIGHT STAND

ELARA'S POV

“Elara, stop. That’s the third one. You’re going to get drunk and I haven't seen you drunk to know how to cope with it.”

Maya’s voice was just like a sharp needle pricking through the thick, hazy balloon of my thoughts.

I felt her fingers clamp around my wrist, her grip tight and rough .

But I didn't want to be grounded, I wanted to float away until I was nothing but the streams of light.

“I am sick, Maya,” I said, letting out a bitter laugh which sounded jagged, desperate, and dangerously thin, it didn't sound like my own voice.

I signaled the bartender for another shot, ignoring the way the neon pink and blue lights bled into the sticky wood of the counter.

“Do you know what he said?” I leaned in, the smell of cheap gin and sweat filling my senses. “He wants an ‘open marriage.’ He told me I’m boring and just a chore, a burden!”

The words felt like hot coals sliding down my throat. For years, I had been the perfect shadow.

I had given him my youth, my loyalty, and my soul, only for him to hand it back and tell me it was a gift he no longer wanted.

“He’s a pig,” Maya spat, her eyes flashing with a fury that almost made me feel something. “A narcissistic, disgusting dog. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.”

“But he has the power,” I whispered, reaching for the bottle. Maya snatched it away, slamming it onto the bar with a crack that made me flinch.

That was the moment the dam broke. My forehead hit the grimy wood, and I just... fell apart. I sobbed until my ribs ached, my tears soaking into a discarded napkin.

The club was roaring around us—bass vibrating in my teeth, glasses clinking, people living—but inside my head, it was a graveyard.

“Elara, listen to me,” Maya whispered, pulling me up by the shoulders. “You need a way out. There are men here... powerful men. They pay for company, even with no touching, just a pretty face to sit at a table”

“And trust me, you could make enough in a week to pay for Leo’s medicine, just today and you could leave Elias tonight.” She growled, maybe frustrated by my current state.

I recoiled as if she’d slapped me. “No, I can’t. I’ll scrub toilets, Maya…I’ll work three shifts, but I can’t do that. He was my only one, I still... God, I hate that I still feel the chains.”

Suddenly, I felt a shadow towering over us. I looked up to a woman standing there, draped in a silk suit that whispered of wealth I couldn't imagine.

“Don't waste those beautiful tears on a man, darling,” she said, her voice smooth as honey. “They aren't worth the salt in your skin.” She added and turned to Maya.

“You're her friend right?"

“Yeah" Maya answered, scanning her with an awkward look.

“Don't you think hitting the dance floor will clear up her mind faster?" She winked at Maya not awaiting a response as she walked away, drifting into the crowd.

What a strange lady.

“She's right yunno?" Maya muttered, dragging my attention back to her.

“I dunno," I muttered, fiddling with my fingers. It was my first time at a club, well Elias had gotten me here and I wasn't exactly the extrovert type to hit the dance floor in front of so many people.

“Hey, it's gonna be fine, so…let's go" Maya grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor, swaying her body to the music as she urged me to, too.

I began moving my body to the vibe slowly and the alcohol mingled with the rising tide of my anger, I let go.

I moved my hips, letting my hair veil my face, ignoring the whispers because for the first time in a decade, I felt awake.

A waiter suddenly passed by and I grabbed the drink on the tray, something blue and tasty in it and drowned it all. The burning sensation very comforting to my aching heart.

I continued dancing until the room began to tilt, I thought it was the alcohol until a wave of unnatural heat crashed over me. My throat tightened, and my knees turned to water.

“I... I don't feel right,” I mumbled, reaching for Maya, but she wasn't there, I must have danced so much, we separated amidst the crowd.

I could feel myself getting more wet each passing second between my legs, my body craving a man.

That's when it dawned on me, the drink I had must have been drugged.

I stumbled out of the dance floor, heading straight trying to head to the bathroom so I could pleasure myself out.

“Do you know where the bathroom is?" I asked a man, who had a cigarette between his lips.

He stared at me, scanning me before replying right ahead. I nodded and immediately made my way outta there, staggering. He gave me the hikes.

Suddenly, a hand clasp around my mouth, dragging me to the side and immediately my back was slammed against the wall. Right in front of me was the man who I'd just asked for help, with a devilish grin on.

“I see you need help princess, let me help you, let me pleasure you. Don't worry, I'd f**k you so hard, all your memories would disappear" He cupped my cheek, smiling sheepishly.

I felt my lungs tightened as fear rushed through my veins. My eyes scanned around, there was no one around. He must have directed me here on purpose.

"Get your f*****g hands off me…I'm married!” I let out a growl, trying to push him off but his grip tightened as he kissed my earlobe.

" That makes it even better” he mutters, nibbling at my earlobe. I felt bile rise up to my throat as fear finally shattered me.

Disgust fueled one final spark of adrenaline and before I could comprehend, I brought my knee up with every ounce of strength I had left and kicked him hard in his groin.

He groaned, doubling over, and I didn't wait as I pushed him off. I could feel my vision beginning to blur as I burst into the hallway running frantically, dusting my shoes off.

Stretches of doors suddenly appeared around me and I hammered on doors, screaming for help, but the music outside swallowed my voice.

I could hear his footsteps behind me, heavy and furious as I kept banging from door to door.

I stared at the last door in the hallway and this time I didn't knock, I threw my entire weight against it.

The door swung open immediately and I tumbled inside, bracing for the floor. Instead, I hit something warm. Something solid.

I looked up, gasping for air as I stared at the man before me.

He was towering and was wearing a suit that was dark, his aura so sharp and dangerous it made Elias mediocre.

He didn't look surprised; he looked like a man who had just found exactly what he was looking for.

Before I could beg for help, his hand clamped around my waist, hauling me flush against his chest. His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back until I was forced to look at him and without warning, his lips crashed into mine.

My world didn't just stop; it caught fire.

His tongue tasted of expensive bourbon wine. I knew I should pull away, but the drug was a fever in my veins, making my skin feel like a live wire and I suddenly felt myself responding to his kiss as I melted into his touch.

His tongue pushed deep, slow and demanding, while his fingers tightened at the base of my skull.

My body, that treacherous, starving thing, betrayed me in a heartbeat. My knees buckled and a heavy, shameful heat flooded between my thighs, making me throb with a need I hadn't felt in years.

He hoisted me up effortlessly, my legs locking around his waist by instinct. He carried me toward the bed, his mouth leaving mine only to tear into the skin of my neck. He sucked and bit, marking me with a bruised trail of possession. My fingers bunched in his hair, gasping, overwhelmed by the raw sensation of being wanted like a meal, not a ghost.

Gently, he laid me back on the bed as his hands hiked my dress up. I tried to find my voice to say ‘no’, but the words died as his fingers found the damp silk of my underwear.

A broken, strangled sob left my throat as he touched me aggressively, before putting two fingers into me. The pleasure was so violent it tore through my nervous system and pulled a jagged scream from my lungs. I came so hard on his fingers with my head rolled back, my muscles clenching around his hand until I was shaking and weeping from the pure, agonizing relief of it.

Through the blur of my tears, I watched him strip. He climbed back on the bed and ripped my dress off roughly. I gasped feeling his hand grip my panties, as he tore that off too.

Gently, he spread my leg apart and without a warning, he pushed into me. My grip tightened on the bedsheet, feeling him stretching me out.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp as he thrust into me violently and so fast the bed squeaked.

“Don't you dare close your eyes..”