Forbidden Passion : Loving My Husband's Step-Brother

Chapter 6-Goons

Elora’s POV

I definitely didn't hear him properly. I stutter a bit, standing at the door like a complete fool.

“What?” I ask in a whisper.

Damien runs his hand through his hair and smiles. The smile looks odd on him; I take one step back.

“I'm serious, Elora. We're husband and wife, no? We should get to know each other better.” Even the gentle way he's speaking makes me very wary. I step back again, faking a smile.

“Yeah, sure…”

The room is lit dimly. Only the bed lamps emit a soft orange light. “So come here, Elora.”

I swallowed, trying to hold my nerves. “I-I…uh.”

“Come here…”

So that's what I do; I exhale and move towards him. My face is stiff as I'm trying not to make any unpleasant expressions.

Damien gestures that I sit down on the bed, and it takes me five stutters before I do so. He sits beside me, smelling of burnt wood and sugar. Smoky but sweet.

“Here,” he holds my jaw and makes me look at him. I fixated my eyes on his sparse mustache. “Look at me, Elora.”

Obedient…

I raise my eyes to meet his dark ones. Those deep-set eyes pierce mine with such passion that I wonder if he's sane. Is this the same man who will do anything to humiliate me?

“I know I've been rough with you…and there's no excuse for that. The truth is—” my husband trails off, looking at my lips then back at my eyes. “The truth is, I'm trying to make you have thicker skin. As an Alejandro wife, you'd face many situations that call for a calm mind. That's why I've been harsh…”

He sounds oddly genuine, and it's putting me off. I don't know what to say, so I nod slowly.

“Now…the family is expecting us to make some babies,” Damien says in a sly voice. The statement almost makes me cough.

“W-what?” I say, already feeling my palms get sweaty.

“You heard me,” he says, leaning into me and planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. I want to puke.

I'm frozen as he grabs my waist and starts caressing my back. His kiss moves down my cheek to my neck.

“Mmm, you smell so good.”

I want to push him off, but I can't. Anything that'd cause issues between my family and his was to be avoided.

So I stifle my disgust and confusion as his lips touch my collarbone.

I close my eyes; try to zone out. His tongue grazes my skin, his hand starts to pull my nightwear.

I'm failing to get out of my mind, aware of his every touch.

Don't push him off. Pretend you like this…

But nothing is working. My arms grab his, and he mistakes this for excitement, pushing me with force onto the bed. He looks down on me with hunger.

“You'd make quite a good f**k,” he says, and I shake my head.

“No… I'm not ready for this…”

He laughs, and then his face turns serious. “I'll make you ready, dear wife.” Then he comes down on me, showering my body with kisses.

His hands crawl over my breasts and neck, his lips kiss every available skin. He rips my nightwear, exposing me to the cold night. “Perfect. You're perfect.”

I closed my eyes, trying to be at the moment. But my mind started to wander.

I imagine the lips on my skin are not his but belong to another. A pale man with eyes that could kill.

I imagine it's those slender fingers trailing down to my panties; ripping them off and massaging the flesh underneath.

When Damien places his lips on my breasts, suckling the n*****s, all I feel is Salvatore.

Salvatore.

Something about him made me feel a certain way. I hardly knew him, I had barely spoken to him.

However, here I am— in my husband's bed— thinking of his tongue between my lips. I kissed Damien with fervent hunger then, imagining Salvatore alone.

This is a despicable thing for me to do, but it's getting me through the horror that is my husband.

“So you're this nasty, Elora?” Damien whispers. His voice is breathy; I feel his hardness against my skin.

Please don't talk.

His voice is destroying my daydreams.

But before we could continue, I heard a very loud sound.

A gun.

The next second, Salvatore barges in. He barely spares my naked body a glance before saying to Damien.

“Dogs.”

Damien gets up from me and pulls on some clothes. I'm left in bed, boobs out, thighs closed, panting and sweating. Salvatore looks at me for a moment as Damien dresses.

He only looks for a second.

However, I can see the hunger that flashes through.

Fuck.

I'm shaken out of my reverie when I hear three consecutive shots. Screaming breaks out somewhere on the property.

Damien takes two guns with him. “Let's go.”

He doesn't even spare me the slightest glance back. Salvatore stays for a second, and he whispers, “stay here, girl.”

I don't get a chance to respond— he shuts the door.

My heart is racing; from the encounter with Damien, Salvatore's look and the shots outside.

Dogs.

I remembered that two days ago, Damien had been complaining to his other uncle, Fernando. Something about Two Headed dogs.

This was the work of the spy…

Someone in the family had done this.

As I sat on my bed, hoping it would be all over soon, I heard a scream just outside the door.

“Please! P-please!” It's Cassandra, Damien's sister.

Oh no.

They were already upstairs…

I shakily take a robe from the closet and tie it around myself. “Show us the f*****g safe girl!”

“I-I don't know…”

Bang!

My heart stops. A hand flies to my mouth in shock.

“Ahh!” Cassandra shouts. She's still alive…

I stay put in the closet until I hear the heavy footsteps retreat. I waited for a bit before shakily walking to the door. When I open it, Cassandra loses consciousness. There's a wound in her arm.

I stifle the scream that wants to come out of my mouth. As I prepared to drag her inside the room, I heard heavy footsteps again.

“Find the master suite! It must be there.”

Knowing they'd be coming my way, I immediately dragged my sister-in-law by her torso. She's woozy and mumbling something. I place a hand over her mouth.

I don't know when or how, but tears started to stream down my face. The hallway is long— before I will be able to get to a safer place, they'll catch us.

I pull her as fast as I can.

A gunshot rings out, and I clench my eyes shut. Some of the Alejandro henchmen are screaming orders in Spanish. I wonder at this moment where everyone has gone.

“Come on, come on.”

I managed to reach a servant passageway. The door is locked.

“Check that way. You go there. Any Alejandro you find, bring them to me!”

My heart stops. Like a mad woman, I fumble with my hair, releasing it from the bun and getting a pin.

I hardly knew anything about picking locks, but I attempted as best as I could. “Please, please…”

Cassandra’s eyes are shut. I left the door and slapped her cheeks lightly. My hands are full of her blood. She's bleeding profusely, and it doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

I struggle with the door again and luckily it opens. Immediately, I dragged her inside and closed the door.

It is at this moment that the men pass where we just were.

“Found anything?” one hisses. I hold Cassandra's mouth so she doesn't make a sound.

“Not one fucker. Their mansion is a bloody maze.”

I'm praying with everything in me that they don't spot the trail of blood leading to where we are.

But I'm hoping for too much.

In the next second, the first man says, “Look, someone's injured. They must have gone behind this door.”

Fuck.

The servant passageway leads to many other hallways in the house. I grab Cassandra again, hoping I can somehow escape before they break down the door.

I started to pull, but I was not fast enough.

The men kick the door open.

“Oh no…who are these little ones?” the man with a bald head laughs. His companion has a scar that cuts from the middle of his forehead to his neck.

That one does not laugh. He points his gun. “Grab them, Moses.”

Baldy— Moses — rushes to us. Cassandra has passed out now. “Please! She's dying! L-let me…let me tie her wound please!”

Moses raises a brow. “Think that false sweet tone of yours will work, eh? Pretty little fucker!”

The next thing I saw was stars.

The man whips my face with a gun. I cried aloud and spit out blood.

My consciousness is fading and I can barely hear what's going on around me.

“Take the girl. She's Damien Alejandro’s wife. They'll surely do anything to get her back.”

As my eyes close, I can only think of myself.

No, they won't. No one would.