Married to my Ex’s Brother

CHAPTER 4

Cleo

For a moment, neither of us moved. The music still pulsed around us, but somehow it sounded distant now, fading beneath the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. Then he stood and without a word, he held out his hand.I looked at it for a second before slipping my fingers into his. His hand was warm and firm, his fingers wrapping effortlessly around mine.

He helped me to my feet, and I reached for my purse where it rested on the polished bar counter.

Together, we made our way through the crowd. The music grew louder as we crossed the dance floor. Colored lights flashed across unfamiliar faces. Nobody noticed us. Or maybe they did. I couldn’t bring myself to care.

A few moments later, the cool night air wrapped around us as we stepped outside.The noise from inside the club became muffled as the doors closed behind us.

Parked neatly at the curb was a sleek black Rolls-Royce. Before I could process what I was looking at, a chauffeur stepped forward and opened the passenger door.

I glanced at the man, then back at the car. Who exactly was this man? The thought barely had time to settle before it drifted away beneath the haze of whiskey clouding my mind.

“I can have him take you home.”

His voice was calm. Steady. No expectation. No pressure. Just another chance to walk away.

I slowly shook my head.

“I don’t want to go home.”

His gaze lingered on me for a second.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, meeting his eyes.

Something unreadable passed across his face before he gave a single nod.

He guided me to the car. The chauffeur closed the door behind us before walking around to the driver’s seat.

“Take us to the penthouse.”

The chauffeur nodded once.

“Yes, sir.”

Penthouse?Questions flooded my mind, but I didn’t ask any of them because I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Besides, after tonight, I’d probably never see him again. So who he was really didn’t matter.

As the car pulled away from the curb, silence stretched between us, heavy with everything we weren’t saying. Then,without warning, he closed the distance between us as his lips met mine.The kiss was slow. Unhurried. As though neither of us was trying to rush whatever this was. A sudden awareness crept over me and I pulled back just enough to glance toward the front of the car. The chauffeur’s hands remained steady on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. If he’d noticed us, he gave no indication of it. His expression remained perfectly neutral, the picture of professionalism.Still, knowing he was there made me feel self-conscious.

As if noticing my discomfort the man reached toward the center console and pressed a button. A tinted privacy partition rose smoothly between the front and back seats. He then turned to look at me.

“Better?”

“Yeah,” I said softly, offering him a small smile.

Without another word, his mouth found mine again, the kiss deeper and more demanding than before. His tongue slid against mine as one of his hands slid to the back of my neck,pulling me closer while the other roamed my body, learning every curve. I moaned softly when his palm covered my breast, his thumb brushing over my hardening n*****s through my silk dress.

“God, you’re so responsive,” he murmured against my lips.

His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher until his fingers brushed over my center through my panties, applying the lightest pressure to my c**t through the fabric.

“You’re so wet,” he said, rubbing me through the fabric.

“f**k!” I gasped at the contact, my hips bucking against his hand.

He pressed harder against my c**t making slow circles that had me clutching his shoulders for support.

“Oh God,”I moaned as he increased the pressure pushing me closer to the edge.

Just as the wave of my orgasm was about to crash over me a soft chime echoed through the car. A second later, the chauffeur’s voice came through the intercom, calm and professional.

“Sir, we’ve arrived.”

I blinked, my breathing uneven as I glanced toward the darkened partition. I hadn’t even realized the car had stopped. He drew a slow breath before reluctantly leaning away, running a hand through his hair as though collecting himself. I smoothed the front of my dress, suddenly conscious of my appearance. He pressed a button, and the tinted partition slid silently back down. Seconds later, the chauffeur stepped out and opened the rear door.He stepped out first, then turned and offered me his hand.

“Shall we?”

I slipped my hand into his, letting him help me out of the car. We were in a dimly lit underground garage, the polished floor gleaming beneath the soft overhead lights. Luxury cars occupied neatly marked spaces, the silence a stark contrast to the chaos we’d just left behind.Without a word, he led me toward a set of elevator doors tucked away at the far end of the garage. The elevator doors slid open with a quiet chime and we stepped inside together. As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, he closed the distance between us once again, gently backing me against the metal wall of the elevator.

“Now, where were we?” he asked but before I could answer his mouth captured mine,rougher this time,demanding and possessive.His tongue demanded entry and I opened to him without hesitation,moaning as he deepened the kiss. My hands found his shoulders, fingers curling against the firm muscle beneath his shirt. One of his hands moved to my breast,roughly squeezing as his thumb found my n****e through the thin fabric of my dress.

“f**k, your t**s are perfect,” he murmured against my lips. "I want do see them bounce while I f**k you.”

“f**k!” I gasped as he pinched my nipples.His mouth moved to my neck, sucking and biting while my hands roamed over his back feeling the hard muscles flex under my touch. He pushed his hips against me and I could feel his hardness pressed against my stomach.

“I want you,” he murmured against my neck.

His hand slipped under my dress, leaving a trail of warmth between my thighs. His fingers teased along the waistband of my panties while also tracing patterns on my lower abdomen. Slowly, he pushed my panties aside.

“You’re so f*****g wet,” he said circling my c**t with his thumb while sliding one finger inside me. “And tight.”

I cried out at the contact, my hips bucking against his hand.He added a second finger,stretching me wider as he pumped in and out. My gaze drifted past him, landing on our reflection in the mirror opposite us. For a second, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. Her lipstick was smudged, her cheeks flushed,her breathing uneven and her eyes still dazed from everything that had happened.

“You like that,” he asked curling his fingers to hit a spot that made me see stars.

“Yes,” I gasped, barely able to recognize my own voice.

I was so close, trembling on the brink of release when suddenly a soft chime echoed through the elevator and the doors slid open onto a quiet private foyer.