Ravaged by my brother-in-law

006

~Sandra’s POV~

The car ride from the club to Ryan’s high-rise penthouse was completely silent, filled with a deep, suffocating suspense that I couldn’t even begin to describe.

I sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the blurred city lights while my heart beat against my chest. For two years, I had been Liam’s quiet, obedient wife, shrinking myself down to fit into a life where I was invisible. Now, sitting beside his stepbrother… on my way to cheat on my husband… it was needless to say that I was stepping into dangerous, unknown territory.

The private elevator opened directly into Ryan's penthouse.

His apartment was just like him, dark, sleek, expansive, and deeply intimidating. Modern art hung on dark concrete walls, and floor-to-ceiling windows displayed the glowing city skyline below.

As we stepped inside, a sudden wave of panic and insecurity washed over me.

I froze in the middle of the dark room, wrapping my arms around myself as Liam’s cruel words from the phone call echoed in my head, with a sharp and poisonous clarity: “Sandra’s a dead fish in bed... Can’t even make her c*m anyway.”

What if Liam was right? What if I disappointed Ryan, too? What if I made a complete fool of myself? It would be an absolute trauma I would never ever forget.

Ryan watched me quietly, and when my hands started shaking, he finally spoke.

“You're trembling," he noted softly. He tilted his head, watching me carefully. "If you want to leave, you can. Right now."

I blinked, surprised. "What?"

"I told you I'm not a saint, but I'm not going to force you," Ryan said, holding my gaze firmly. "I don't take women who don't want to be here. If your heart isn't in this, the door is right behind you. I'll still give you the files tomorrow. You can walk out right now and never speak to me again."

His words hung in the air between us, and I stared at him in shock.

He was offering me a clean way out? Just like that?

Was he really the same cold calculating Ryan I always thought he was?

With those confusing thoughts swirling in my head, I looked down at my left hand to regain my focus.

My ring finger was bare. For two years, that finger had carried the weight of a lie and I remembered sitting on the cold bedroom floor just hours ago, listening to my husband f**k another woman and laugh about how useless I was.

I remembered the tears, the humiliation, and the sudden rage that had burned it all away. I made my decision then.

Liam wouldn’t have the last laugh.

I raised my head and swallowed the hard lump in my throat.

"No," I said, my voice growing stronger. "I'm not leaving, let’s do it."

Ryan looked deep into my eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I whispered, stepping closer to him. "I'm done running from hard choices like a scared little lady and I'm done feeling ashamed for things that weren't my fault. I want this. I want to have s*x with you." I declared firmly.

A dark, satisfied flame ignited in Ryan’s eyes at my words. "Good," he murmured.

He raised his hand slowly, giving me plenty of time to pull back, but I didn't move. His thumb gently brushed against my lower lip, then traced down my jawline to the base of my throat. His touch was warm, surprisingly soft, and deliberate.

But then, something dark and satisfied flickered across Ryan’s face and stepped closer, brushing his thumb over my lower lip again.

“Forget him,” he murmured. “Tonight you’re completely mine, and I will make sure of it.”

He took his time after that. His fingers trailed down my jaw, over my throat, then found the zipper at the back of my dress.

With a quick motion, the fabric slid off my shoulders and pooled at my feet. I stood in black lace that I’d bought months ago hoping Liam would notice.

Ryan’s eyes moved over me slowly, like he was memorizing every inch. He didn’t rush. He traced the edge of the bra with one fingertip, then hooked his thumbs into the panties and eased them down my legs. Cool air kissed my skin. I shivered.

Ryan pulled me against him and his mouth quickly found mine, he was slow at first, then deeper, tongue sliding in until I felt like he was claiming me.

One hand slid down to cup my ass, and the other slid up my spine and he continued to kiss me like he wanted every part of me awake and trembling.

When he finally lifted me, my legs wrapped around his waist without thinking. He carried me through the dark hallway into his bedroom and laid me on the wide bed like I was something breakable and precious.

He stripped off his shirt, then his belt and the sound of the buckle made my pulse jump.

When he was finally naked, he climbed over me, with his muscular thighs bracketing my hips.

His c**k, which was already hard, brushed my thigh but he didn’t push in right away.

Instead he kissed down my neck, across my collarbone, then lower, sucking one n****e into his mouth while his fingers rolled the other.