Filthy Cravings, Your Brother Is Mine

Down the hallway

After cursing Roman endlessly in my mind and finishing my coffee, I headed to my home studio.

It was the only space in this apartment that felt entirely mine.

There was no sight of a cheating husband or a teasing brother -in-law.

It was the only place that I sought solace.

Today, the solace I sought was from the constant ache that has been plaguing me since last night.

I lost myself in painting a random piece I had been working on or at least I pretended to.

Minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching before the door was pushed open.

Roman stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

I felt him approach me until he stopped directly behind me.

It was close enough that his breath fanned the back of my neck.

I stilled in place.

"Not bad." He said in a low voice, his eyes trained on the canvas.

“You've got talent." He added.

"Get out Roman." I replied, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.

“ I am working."

"Mm." He hummed but didn't make any attempt to move.

“ You can keep working." He added as a matter of fact.

"Roman…" I called in a weak attempt to warn him.

"Tiana." He called my name calmly.

His hands found my waist from behind, "keep painting."

I set the brush down.

“ What are you doing here?” I asked. “Genova is home." I reminded him in case he forgot.

I turned to face him and immediately regretted it because turning meant being close to him.

It was close enough to see exactly what was in his eyes.

My body had not forgotten last night, not one single detail of it. "This is not the time or the place."

"Your husband is upstairs on a call or probably texting her…your co-wife." He whispered into my ears, his breath lingering long enough to evoke goosebumps all over me.

"Roman….” I breathed out, not sure if I was moaning his name or giving him a warning.

"Isn't that better though?" He said, tilting his head slightly. "We can get all nasty with your husband right upstairs." The corner of his mouth pulled. "After all, he already wants an open marriage. Let's make it as open as possible."

His eyes dropped briefly then came back up. "You spreading your legs open for me on that table, Tiana. I've been thinking about it all morning."

"I haven't." I said it firmly.

He looked at me and I looked back.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then his hand slid from my waist to my lower back.

He applied small pressure where his fingers settled and my breath caught. A gasp escaped my lips without any warning.

Roman's expression remained the same, like he wasn't robbing me of my sanity with his touch.

"You are a little bloody liar, Tiana." He murmured, dipping his head slightly toward my ear, "your body keeps disagreeing with your mouth."

His lips brushed my collarbone and my fingers curled against his chest.

My plan was to push him away.

Instead they curled into the fabric of his shirt and held on.

"There she is." He said it softly against my skin. “ My greedy little song bird.”

Then his mouth was on my neck, my jaw and finally my lips, both of us moving until the back of my thighs hit the edge of the work table.

Roman lifted me onto it, paint tubes scattering and the canvas I was working on forgotten.

He kissed me like he had a point to prove and maybe he did…that my body craved him.

My fingers went to his hair, threading through it.

His hands pushed the hem of my shirt up and over my head.

He then dropped it somewhere on the floor.

His mouth moved down my throat and I forgot entirely that I had been the one arguing against this sixty seconds ago.

"Roman…" His name came out breathless, my head tipping back.

"Still busy?" He asked against my skin and I couldn't form an answer.

He worked his way down slowly, deliberately, taking his time, like my desperation was something to savour rather than resolve.

By the time he sank to his knees in front of me, I had paint on my fingers from grabbing the table edge.

My hair had already come loose and I was beyond caring about any of it.

His hands found my panties and he ripped them off. A sound of protest escaped my lips only to be dissolved when his mouth found my already dripping wetness.

I bit down hard on my lip but still, a broken sound escaped my throat before I could catch it.

"Shh." Roman murmured against me. "Genova is home, remember?"

He said, chuckling against my walls and sending a delicious vibration flowing across my p***y.

I pressed my fist against my mouth as his tongue moved in deliberate strokes. My thighs trembled on either side of his head, my free hand finding his hair.

My heart jerked when a knock sounded at the door. I flew into panic mode.

Roman however didn't stop, like the knock had nothing to do with him.

"Tiana?" Genova's voice came through the door.

"Are you there?" He asked.

Roman chose that moment to move his tongue and I bit down on my knuckle.

"Yes." My voice came raspy.

"I'm working." I added.

"Can we talk? We left our discussion pending.” He offered.

I wanted to tell him to f**k off, that I had no time for him.

I was about to dismiss him when Roman bit hard on my sensitive bud and I cried out, unable to hold back the overwhelming pain mixed with intense pleasure.

"Are you okay?" Genova asked. "What was that?"

"I’m fine. I bit my tongue." I lied with a straight face.

Roman's hands pressed firm on my thighs, keeping me open.

"Whatever you want can be done later. I have something urgent to work on.” I manage those two sentences without Roman doing something crazy again.

"We shall tonight then.” Genova agreed.

“ Mmmh.” I hummed, the sound coming out half agreement half a moan.

I squeezed my eyes shut and felt Roman's shoulders shook slightly beneath my hands.

He was laughing. He was f*****g enjoying this when I was panicking.

Genova's footsteps retreated down the hallway. I waited until I couldn't hear them anymore then turned to Roman with a glare.

"You are…" I started, ready to haul all sorts of curses at him.

Roman looked up at me from between my thighs with dark satisfied eyes.

Whatever I was going to say evaporated completely.

"Do you still want me to stop?" He asked.

I looked down at him, at his ink covered hands spread across my thighs.

I looked at the man kneeling between my legs in my studio while my husband walked away down the hallway and smiled.

"Don't you dare stop." I ordered.

Roman smiled against me like he had never intended to.