Chapter 2 CHLOE

My ears were ringing, and my mind was a kaleidoscope of colours. How could fate punish me in this manner?

He still hadn't looked at me. I knew he was aware that I was here—that I was his brother's fiancée. It was one of his favourite ways of fucking with my mind.

How was it possible that the one man who knew my deepest, darkest shame was the brother of my fiancée? It was so messed up, I couldn't even…

Jason was still fuming. “You could have told me he was coming, Ma,” he said.

Gigi harrumphed. “It's about time you boys begin mending your fences.”

Jason mumbled incoherently.

He was over there lifting the large dish before she could bring it over to the table. Gigi smiled fondly at him.

“My boys are gentlemen, Chloe, aren't they?”

I smiled. Gentlemen? How ironic was that?

Was he a gentleman when he was plowing me from behind in the parking lot, late after the meeting?

But if Gigi thought he was a gentleman, who was I to say otherwise?

He placed the dish carefully on the table, and my eyes were drawn to his hands.

Those manly fingers, roving my body, squeezing my breasts—slapping my ass—

Guiltily, I looked up, my eyes colliding with his. His gaze was sharp, piercing even—like he could see deep into my head, and was mocking me for my errant thoughts.

“Oh, that's Chloe, Jason's wife,” Gigi said.

His left brow lifted, in that infuriating way it did. It felt like he was mocking me—like he knew I wasn't good enough for his brother.

I flushed, in a not-so-pretty way.

“Where are your manners, Jason?” Gigi was saying. “Introduce your brother.”

Jason came over to stand beside me. As if noticing the way his brother was staring at me, he pulled me closer for a dirty kiss, eating at my lips like he was starving.

My face was hot by the time he let go of me. “This a**hole here is my brother, Derek,” he said.

Gigi hit Jason with her wooden spoon. “No swearing in my kitchen, mister. And don't call your brother an asshole!”

Derek's brow inched a little higher, lowered, and remained at my chest.

I looked down. Could it get any worse? Of course, my nipples are visibly hard, those fuckers.

He looked at me as if to say, ‘Are those for him? Or me?’

I folded my arms, looking away. He hadn't even said a word to me, and my body was already betraying me.

“What's taking you so long, J?” Paul said, coming into the kitchen. Taking in the scene, he whistled, “It's a little tense in here, but ok.”

Gigi shot him a look.

"Boys, behave. We have a guest,” he reiterated.

Dinner stretched on—painfully. Jason's fork clinked against his plate each time Derek shifted. He kept shooting daggers across the table at Derek. Paul was mostly silent, cutting into his meat with gusto, as though he didn't notice the friction. Gigi chattered nonstop, trying to dispel the tension and asking me mundane questions.

What did I do for work? I was a freelance writer. Fawn over that.

How did I meet Jason? Mutual friends. How amazing—the old-fashioned way of meeting your future husband.

Then, a detailed monologue of what Jason was like growing up.

I felt sorry for her. The strain was uncomfortable.

Even more uncomfortable, what with the heavy-lidded stares I felt on my skin.

And I was so aroused.

My nipples were chafing against my bra, and the place between my thighs felt so empty.

The next three weeks were going to be a testament to my self-control. And what did it say for me, if I had absolutely none, especially where Dante was concerned?

After dessert, Paul and Jason offered to do the dishes, and Dante stepped out to let a cat I hadn't met yet in, while Gigi and I retired to the sitting room.

“I know it's too early to whip the photos, but I'm still going to do it,” she said, taking out two large albums from a hidden compartment in the wall.

We settled on the couch, looking through the photos while she explained each event leading to the photos.

I got to meet cute little Jason at different stages of his life. Derek was noticeably absent during the earlier stages, before he began to appear in the pictures. I was instantly curious, but I didn't ask because it could have been a sore spot.

We were almost done with the first album when a tiny ball of black fur bounded into the room.

“Tiny, get off the couch,” Gigi yelled.

The cat bared its teeth at her, not moving an inch.

“Derek, come get this little witch off my couch, please? Thank you,” Gigi shouted towards the entrance.

And… I was on edge again.

“Easy, Ma,” he said, entering the room. “Pussies need just a little lovin’ before they do your bidding.” His eyes shifted to me. “Ain't that right, Chloe?”

'He didn't. He did not just say that.' My face grew hot again. It seemed to be my default reaction where Dante was concerned.

“Don't embarrass your brother's wife, Dante,” Gigi scolded.

He smiled before picking Tiny up. “I'm calling it a day,” he announced.

“He just loves shocking people. Don't give him a second thought,” Gigi said, turning back to the photos.

Don't give him a second thought? My attention had already been seized, and he wasn't even in the room anymore.

The day was pretty much a wrap soon after. Jason and I said our goodnights and headed upstairs.

I was more than ready to jump his bones. The shower was a little on the smaller side, so I went first, while he brushed his teeth.

Dressed in a nude silky nightie, I reclined on the bed, waiting for him impatiently. My pussy was still clenching around—nothing. Riding Jason's cock was the cure I needed from any and all Dante fever.

And…I was disappointed.

“I don't feel right doing this with Ma and Pa in the house, babe,” Jason announced, tying the drawstrings on his bottoms tighter. Like I was going to jump his bones.

Well—I was going to, but still. What are we, five?

“I'll be quiet,” I begged desperately.

Jason chuckled. “You couldn't be quiet if your life depended on it.”

I rolled my eyes. Flopping down on my side of the bed, I threatened, shrugging off my short shorts, “I'll just use my fingers then.”

Jason let out a bark of laughter. Pouncing on me, he examined my pussy up close.

“Oh dear me, you're swollen. And soaked. What shall we do?” He grinned up at me and blew on my clit.

I moaned.

He licked me languorously. And pulled my shorts back in place.

What the fuck?!

“Jason…” I whined pathetically. The one thing I hated the most was being edged.

And Dante loved edging me, for several minutes on—

No, not going there. Definitely not going there.

“It's just three weeks, babe. Then I promise, I'll give you as much cock as you can handle,” Jason said, settling down next to me.

I sighed. His mind was made up, so there was no use pleading. If he knew me as much as he thought he did, he'd know three weeks was a fucking lifetime.

“What's the deal between you and your brother?” I asked, scared of whatever images mentioning his name in our bed would invoke.

“Let's talk tomorrow, babe, please. I'm so tired.” He pulled a hand across his eyes. “ It's been a while since I drove for this long.”

He was asleep soon after. I lay in bed, twisting and soaking my shorts, unfiltered images of us running through my head.

…Taking his cock on the hood of his Maybach…

…Sucking him off at the McDonald's drive-thru…

‘…Dirty cunt…

…Take it like the slut you are…

…Good girl…’

Jason stirred, dousing me from my memories. My pussy was dripping now.

Shaking my head, I got up from bed.

Rubbing myself to thoughts of him, when he was just a part of my past, hadn't felt as dirty as doing it knowing he was Jason's brother. And I refused to go that low.

Deciding on a drink, I headed downstairs to the kitchen for some water. It was dark. And quiet.

Draining the glass, I put it away in the sink and headed back up. There are five bedrooms in the house, and Jason's is at the end of the hallway on the left.

I was about to turn in that direction when I heard it…

A muffled groan, low and unequivocally male. I froze, pulse racing erratically in my throat. My head felt lighter, and I noticed a small streak of light spilling out into the hallway.

The door was open.

And my feet were moving towards the light.