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.