Elara's POV
I stepped out of my car and stared at Aiden's most famous club, a smile tugging at my lips. Tonight was his birthday. I had a cake in my hands, eager to surprise him, eager to see his expression when I walked in.
I imagined him smiling, maybe even pulling me into his arms. My heart fluttered at the thought.
Gliding through the corridors like the goddess I've always been told I am, heads turned, eyes following me. I was used to it—being a model made that inevitable. Still, tonight felt different.
When I reached the door of his private lounge, nerves crept in. My hand hovered over the handle.
"Breathe in. Breathe out."
And then I heard it.
His voice.
Aiden's voice.
"Oh, I'm just playing with her. I can't marry her."
Laughter exploded from the room.
The cake nearly slipped from my hands as hot tears burned the back of my eyes. But I didn't let them fall. I should have seen this coming. Four years of my life wasted, waiting, hoping, and all along I was nothing more than a joke to him. His plaything.
No more.
I pushed the door open, stepping into the room. Conversations stilled, all eyes snapping toward me. My heels clicked against the floor as I marched to him, set the cake in front of him with steady hands, and met his stunned gaze.
"We're done. And happy birthday."
I turned on my heel before the weakness in my chest betrayed me.
"Do you think you can live without me?" His voice rang out behind me, arrogant and venomous. "You'll be begging sooner or later."
I scoffed, but didn't look back. Not until I was free of the suffocating air in that lounge.
He was wrong. I would survive. But maybe… it was my fault for believing the richest man in the country could truly love a model like me.
What I needed now was a distraction. No—what I needed was a man who could fuck Aiden right out of my system.
And then I saw him.
Tall, broad-shouldered, tattoos peeking from beneath his shirt, leaning against the wall like sin in human form. From behind alone he looked like perfection sculpted.
I walked around to face him—only to freeze.
Aiden's younger brother.
For a split second, I hesitated. But the fire in my chest burned hotter. Tonight, I didn't care.
"Follow me home, little boy," I said, locking my eyes with his.
His brows shot up, then a slow grin spread across his lips.
"You want to have sex with your brother-in-law, sister-in-law?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery.
I turned to leave, ready to find someone else, when a strong arm caught me and pulled me against a hard chest. My breath hitched as I looked up into his sharp, dangerous eyes.
"Anything you want… sis-in-law," he murmured, carrying me effortlessly toward his Lamborghini.
Unlike Aiden, who was polished and proper, his brother radiated chaos—tattoos, piercings, danger in every line of his body. The kind of man mothers warned their daughters about.
My pulse hammered as he leaned closer, his lips almost brushing mine. For a moment, I thought he would kiss me, but instead he smirked, tugged the seatbelt across my chest, and clicked it into place.
"For safety… sis-in-law."
And then the car roared to life, speeding into the night.
What a bastard.
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The tension between us crackled like lightning when we stumbled into my apartment. He shrugged off his blazer, muscles rippling beneath his shirt, tattoos dancing across his skin. My breath caught.
He closed the distance slowly, deliberately, eyes burning into mine as if stripping me bare. When his fingers finally tugged down my dress, it wasn't just fabric he peeled away—it was restraint, it was years of pretending.
Then his mouth was on me. Hot, hungry, sinful. His teeth slid down my panties, dragging them off with agonizing slowness before his tongue claimed me. My knees trembled, soft moans spilling from my lips as his pace deepened, faster, rougher, until I was gasping for air.
"Please… just fuck me already," I begged, the need clawing at my insides.
When he dropped his trousers, I gasped.
God. He was huge.
Bigger than Aiden. Bigger than anything I'd ever seen.
"Scared?" he asked with a wicked smirk.
I silenced him with a kiss, dragging him down by the neck until I felt him sink inside me.
"Fuck—you're so tight," he groaned against my lips.
I clutched his shoulders as he started slow, each thrust stretching me open until the pain turned molten. Then faster. Harder. The air filled with my moans and his deep growls, the sound of skin against skin echoing like music I never wanted to end.
"Oh God—don't stop," I cried, my body arching beneath him.
He didn't stop. He claimed me—again, again, and again—until hours blurred into nothing but sweat, tangled sheets, and pleasure so fierce it unraveled me completely.
When we finally collapsed onto the bed, breathless and raw, he pulled me close.
"Goodnight, sis-in-law," he whispered, his voice low, deep, addictive.
My heart betrayed me, fluttering in my chest. No man—not even Aiden—had ever made me feel this alive.
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Morning came too soon. My eyes fluttered open, the sheets cool beside me. The ache between my thighs was sharp, a reminder of last night's sins.
Dragging myself out of bed, I freshened up before following the mouthwatering smell drifting from the kitchen. My phone buzzed with dozens of messages and missed calls from Aiden, but I ignored them.
There he was—Aiden's brother—setting the table, tattoos peeking from his shirt sleeves, sunlight kissing his jawline.
He spotted me, and that grin appeared again.
"Good morning, sis-in-law. How was your night?"
I rolled my eyes, fighting the smile tugging at my lips. "Morning, little man."
"Little?" His smirk widened. "Last time I checked, I'm five years older. And judging by the way you're standing, I wasn't so little last night."
Heat flared through me. Damn him.
"I made you breakfast," he added.
I was about to sit when a sharp knock rattled the door.
"Elara, open the door. Now!"
Aiden's voice.
I froze.