Chapter 62 Chapter 62 The Brother
We are a sticky, sweaty mess, wrapped up in my sheets, panting like animals trying to come down from everything we just did. My body aches in places I didn’t even know existed. He twisted me into every damn position he could think of, and I feel it—deep in my bones, in my muscles, in the way I can barely move without remembering exactly what we did.
We stare at each other, the air thick, those words I spoke hanging between us becoming stale. Even now they feel strange, like they don’t belong out in the open. He looks just as surprised as I feel. Until now, only Mason has heard those words come from my lips. I meant to give them to Mason. He made me fall in love…
But deep down, I always knew.
I loved Sergey.
I push myself up, my body protesting, and grab my phone from the nightstand. The screen lights up.
3 a.m.
The weight of what just happened crashes down on me all at once. It hits hard, knocking the air out of my lungs.
I am such an idiot.
Stupid. Stupid girl.
“Get out,” I whisper.
“What did you say, Kitten?” His hand moves over my back, slow circles.
“Get out,” I repeat, louder this time. “I want you to leave. This was…” I pause, the word mistake sitting right there on my tongue. Because it wasn’t. “This was careless and stupid and—”
Sergey sits up, faster this time, his hand coming to my face, forcing me to look at him. His green eyes lock onto mine, intense.
The tears come before I can stop them. Big, ugly tears.
I slide the ring off my finger, my hands trembling. This is the last time I will wear it.
His expression softens. His lips brush against my tears, then the tip of my nose, then my mouth—but I pull back before he can deepen the kiss.
“Stop,” I say, pushing him away.
Something flashes across his face—anger. I’ve never seen it like this before.
“I just wanted to wake up next to you,” he says, his voice tight. “You want me to leave?”
He moves away from me, and the space between us suddenly feels massive.
“You should be waking up next to your wife,” I say flatly, the bitterness cutting through every word.
His jaw tightens.
“You want me to leave before your little boyfriend comes back?” he shoots back. “Where is he anyway?”
“Dimitri is not my boyfriend,” I snap. “He’s my bodyguard. Do you see any of his things in here? Did my bed smell like a man?”
Sergey freezes mid-motion, zipping up his pants. His hands pause.
“How many guys have you been with since me?”
My head snaps up.
“YOU. ARE. MARRIED!” I shout, my voice cracking. “Do you sleep with her?”
“No shit, she’s my wife,” he replies, sarcasm dripping from every syllable as he buttons his shirt.
God.
Even now, I can’t help it. The way the fabric stretches over his chest, the way his shoulders fill out the shirt—he is unfairly, painfully gorgeous.
He grabs his jacket, crumpling it in his hands.
I stand, pulling my silk robe around me, tying it tight at my waist. The fabric slides over my skin, cool and soft. His eyes follow every movement.
He curses under his breath.
Then he’s in front of me again, grabbing my wrist, pulling me into him so hard my body slams against his chest. His lips brush mine, his hand sliding down to my ass like nothing changed.
For a split second, I wish things were different.
But they’re not.
I push him away again.
“Five,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow.
“I’ve been with five guys,” I continue. “Do you want to know why?”
He doesn’t answer, just watches me.
“Because I am not married.”
The words land hard.
I see it—the flicker of pain in his eyes. Real this time.
And then—
“All these guys,” he says quietly, “and you’re still alone tonight.”
It slices right through me.
“Fuck you.”
“You already did that,” he smirks, completely missing that I am not joking anymore.
“You’re an asshole,” I say, shoving the ring into his pocket. “I never want to see you again.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he replies, tapping the ring through the fabric. Then his hand presses flat against my chest, right over my heart. “I’ll always be here.”
I hate how that feels true.
He turns and walks out of my room.
I don’t move.
Not until I hear the front door click shut.
Only then do I breathe.
I drag myself into the shower, scrubbing my skin like I can wash him off me—like I can erase what just happened. I change the sheets, even though they were just ruined minutes ago, and crawl back into bed.
I stare at the ceiling.
Rain pounds against my windows, relentless.
The front door clicks again.
Soft giggles follow.
Shit.
My bedroom door is still open.
I hear Dimitri’s voice, low, shushing someone. A smile tugs at my lips despite everything.
Of course he brought someone home.
Good for him.
"Fuck me daddy!"
My eyes widen, my hand covers my mouth.
"Vladimira, don't call me that!" he pleads.
I thought she sounded familiar. My smile is so big, my face is starting to hurt. I should not be listening but the walls are so fucking thin and well, I need a distraction. She laughs at him and then I hear a smack, again and again.
"God your cock is so much bigger than your brother's!" she moans out.
"Can you not fucking talk about Ivan, while I am balls deep inside you?" he grunts and then another smack echoes.
Brother? Ivan? What in the actual fuck? They look nothing alike, they are the same age. OOOhh, Illia is a dog, but of course he is. I hold my hand over my mouth tighter so they don't hear my laughter.
Their skin is slapping loud, their moans fill the air. He shushes her again.
"Cum on my tits, daddy!!!" she moans.
Warmth spreads between my legs. I wonder what he is really like, I wonder how he has her bent right now. Where his hands are roaming? My body stiffens.
"Open your mouth you little slut!"
Dimitri grunts. What does he look like naked? Is he covered in tattoos like his brother?
"Yes daddy!"
"Fucking stop!"
Vladimira grunts with disappointment.
"She called me daddy, don't call me that!"
"Are you fucking her?"
"NO!" he says quickly.
"But you want to?" she pauses. "OMG, you are picturing her when I call you daddy!!! Wait, why did she call you that?"
"She was drunk. I was being overbearing!" he exhales.
"How can I be so blind? That's why you left LA, for her. Tell me you don't want her!!" she is pleading him.
"I'm on a job. Will you stop? Be quieter, you are going to wake her up!"
"That wasn't a no, Dimitri! Fucking Pavlovs!"
His door slams after a few minutes, then the front door.
I hear Dimitri curse.
The shower runs, my hand slides between my legs.
I want him.