His Little Sister-in-law

|| Author's Pov ||

In the dimly lit room, their bodies moved together with intoxicating intimacy. Moans of pleasure echoed off the walls, filling the space with raw desire.

“Ahh~” Alice cried out, her gaze locked on the man fucking her. Her Brother-In-Law.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she clutched the pillow above her head, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

“Fuck!” Tristian groaned, driving his shaft deeper into her. His eyes hungrily traced the rise and fall of her petite, bouncing breasts, the contrast of her fair skin against his grip igniting a fire between them. Her lips quivered, struggling to take him fully.

Alice cried out again, her nails digging into his skin as her eyes rolled back, screaming louder with every hard thrust.

“Ahhh! Uhhh!” she moaned, pressing her hands against her breasts as Tristian leaned over her, capturing them in his mouth and sucking hungrily, sending shivers of fire through her body.

Tristian slapped her breasts, nipping and flicking her nipples with his tongue as he squeezed them, driving his dick relentlessly into her and pushing her closer to the edge of madness.

Alice arched her back, meeting Tristian’s kiss before he broke it. Her lips parted, letting out trembling, breathless screams.

“Aahh! Ahhh! Ughh!” Her eyes widened with pleasure as she cried out across his face. “Faster! Ah-Faster! Ahh!” She gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer size and force of him. Her body shivered under every thrust.

The door to the room remained slightly ajar. A shadow was drawn by the loud moans echoing from within. He crept closer, eyes narrowing, and peered inside-only to have them widen in disbelief.

What he saw stole his breath. His own brother, pressed against his wife, their lips and bodies entwined. He gasped–

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A FEW MONTHS EARLIER

The clatter of porcelain echoed through the quiet dining hall. Alice suddenly tripped on her and the teacup slipped from her grasp, shattering against the marble floor. Steam curled from the spilled tea but it was nothing compared to the heat of Nick’s glare.

“For God’s sake, Alice!” Nick’s shouted with anger “Why can’t you do anything right?”

Alice’s hands shook as she bent to gather the fragments. “I-I’m sorry.” she whispered scaredly. “It–It slipped. I didn’t mean-”

Nick slammed his hand on the table. “Of course, you didn’t! That’s all you ever do. Useless and clumsy!” He trailed off, voice venomous.

Alice’s chest tightened, tears threatening to spill but she swallowed them.

One month. Just one month of marriage and every day had been a struggle to survive his coldness. She had tried, tried to smile, to please, to love but it had never been enough.

The sharp click of boots against the floor made both of them pause.

Alice’s head snapped up. She hadn’t heard anyone else enter.

A tall, broad figure appeared in the doorway. Dark coat hung low. His sharp features illuminated by the chandelier above. Eyes like storm clouds locked on Nick.

Nick froze mid-sentence, his face paling slightly, then hardening with annoyance seeing his brother.

Tristian Volcov.

He had been gone for months, abroad on family business. Alice had never met him. The man’s presence filled the room with an intensity she didn’t understand, a force that pressed against her chest like a storm ready to break.

Tristian’s voice was calm, but commanding, each word measured, deliberate. “Nick, I suggest you lower your voice.”

Nick’s jaw tightened but he scoffed. “And you are?”

“Your brother.” Tristian said evenly. “The one who hasn’t been here to watch you make a fool of yourself.” His eyes bore into Nick with an authority that made Alice’s stomach twist.

Nick snorted dismissively, his face flushing with anger. “I don’t need a lecture from you. This doesn’t concern you–”

“It concerns me when you’re shouting at a woman you vowed to protect.” Tristian interrupted, his tone sharp now, slicing through the tension. “Especially your wife.”

Alice shrank back slightly, unsure where to place herself. She had never seen a man command a room like this. There was something dangerous in the way he spoke. A quiet power that left Nick momentarily speechless.

Nick, losing patience, spat out “Whatever. I have better things to do than waste time with both of you.”

Without another word, he stormed past Tristian, leaving the door swinging in his wake, slamming it behind him. The echoes of his rudeness lingered in the room but the intensity of Tristan’s presence remained.

Alice’s hands clutched at her dress. She didn’t know why her heart pounded, but it did, and not just from fear. There was something in his gaze, sharp, assessing, that made her feel exposed, yet protected in a way she didn’t understand.

Tristian exhaled slowly, turning his attention to the room itself, as if measuring its weight and its silence.

“Are you alright?” he asked, voice softer now still with that commanding undertone that made Alice’s nerves hum.

“I…I’m fine.” she whispered, unsure whether she should stand or curtsy. Her entire body felt tense, caught between fear and awe.

Before she could gather her thoughts, the soft shuffle of footsteps came from the main hall. Another presence entered, a woman, warm and graceful, with an air of authority tempered by maternal concern.

“Tristian.” the woman said, approaching her son “You’re home. Finally.”

“Mother.” Tristian replied, his tone respectful.

“I heard shouting. Is everything in order here?” Martha asked and his eyes flicked toward Alice.

Martha’s gaze softened when it landed on Alice. “It’s nothing. Just… Nick being Nick.” Tristian spat.

Martha turned slightly to Alice, smiling gently. “Alice, this is my elder son, Tristian, your brother-in-law. Tristian, meet your new sister-in-law.”

Alice’s throat tightened. “H-Hello.” she said. Her heart beat so fast she feared he might hear it.

Tristian extended a hand, his expression unreadable. “It’s nice to meet you.” he said.

His voice was deep, calm but something in his gaze lingered on her a moment longer than expected.

Alice shook his hand lightly, suddenly aware of how close he was, the warmth of his presence and the controlled strength in his grip. She felt both nervous and strangely reassured as if some part of her could trust him without understanding why.

“Come along, Tristian.” Martha said softly, stepping back. “I’ll show you to your room. You must be exhausted from the trip.”

Tristian nodded, his dark eyes sweeping the room one last time before he moved toward the grand staircase. His gaze, however, lingered on Alice. Not not threatening but penetrating, thoughtful as though he were memorizing her every expression and small motion.

Alice felt a shiver run down her spine. She didn’t know why but the intensity of his stare unsettled her, made her heart race in a way that was both frightening and… thrilling.

As Tristian ascended the stairs, his hand brushing the polished banister, his eyes never left her. She could feel them burning into her, and for reasons she couldn’t articulate. It left her both fearful and curious.

The house settled into silence again but the air felt different now. She didn’t know who Tristian Volcov truly was or why his presence had shaken her so deeply but she had a sudden, unshakable awareness:

Her life had changed the moment he stepped through that door.