Craved By My Fiance's Brother

The hallway is a bit quiet as I stroll in. Only the muffled hum of the city lights seeps through the tall glass windows, and the low buzz of the elevator dying behind me.

I pause when I get to the suite, my hand hovering over the door handle for a moment, the ghost of a smile tugging at my lips.

She's here. I can feel and smell her, because the air around is already heavy with her scent before I even open the door.

She smells like clean skin and something faintly floral. Soft enough to miss if you aren't close, warm enough to stay long after she's gone.

I push it open slowly, and there she is.

My little firecracker.

Standing by the window, with her back to me, the city glowing behind her like a thousand little fires. Her long, dark hair is loose, falling in waves down her back. Her arms are crossed, but I can see the tremor in her shoulders.

For a second, I just watch her. She's nervous.

Good. She should be.

"I was starting to think you'd chickened out," I murmur knowingly, shutting the door quietly behind me.

She whirls around with wide eyes, her lips parting slightly. Her voice trembles when she speaks, but she tries to steady it. "This.... this was a mistake."

"Yeah?" I take a slow step toward her. "Then why are you here?"

Her throat works as she swallows, her chin lifting in defiance. "I came to tell you to stop. Whatever this is.... it ends now."

I chuckle softly, the sound low and amused. "You've said that before."

"I mean it this time, Slade." her jaw tightens. "This ends now!"

F*ck! How sexy my name sounds on her lips, making me want to do sinful things to her.

"Then walk out." I nod toward the door, keeping my voice calm. "It's right there. I won't stop you."

She blinks, caught off guard. Her gaze flicks to the door, then back to me. Her pulse flutters at her throat, visible even from here.

But she doesn't move.

"I'm serious," I add, stepping closer, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You want this to end? Then walk out."

Her lips part, breath shaky. "You're arrogant."

"Only when I'm right."

A silence stretches between us, heavy, and charged. The the light in the room glows against her face, softening her edges, but her eyes are wild, alive.

God. They were killing me.

"I hate how you talk to me," she whispers.

"No," I say quietly, tilting my head. "You hate that I make you feel things you're not supposed to."

She exhales shakily, taking a step back. "I'm your brother's fiancee, for fuck's sake. This is wrong, Slade."

"Then stop me."

"You think this is a game?" She glares at me, her voice breaking.

"It was," I admit. "Until I saw you again tonight."

The truth slips out before I can stop it. But she doesn't say anything, and neither did I say anything else.

The silence thickens between us, so sharp I can hear her breathing.... uneven, shaky and defiant. I let it stretch a little longer. Then I reach into my pocket, pull out my phone, and dial a number.

"Suite 1107," I say quietly. "Now."

"What are you doing?" She finally says something, a deep frown curving up her brows.

I don't answer, I just stare at her silently.

Seconds after, a tall woman steps inside confidently in nothing but black lingerie and heels that click like a heartbeat on the tiles as she approaches. She doesn't even glance at Meeka. Her eyes find me, and she knows exactly why she's here.

Meeka stiffens, her pulse visible at the base of her throat.

I lean back in the chair, watching her reaction instead of the woman now crossing the room toward me. My lips curve in a wicked smile. Good. Let her see it. Let her see what kind of man she's playing with.

The woman moves closer, her hand sliding up my chest, her perfume heavy in the air.

Meeka's breath catches, barely a sound, but I hear it. Her fingers twist together, knuckles white. Her gaze flicks between us, her jaw tightening as she takes a step back.

"Slade...." she murmurs, her voice trembling somewhere between disbelief and anger.

I tilt my head lazily toward her, meeting her gaze with a smirk that could cut glass.

"What's wrong, Rebel? You said you wanted this to end. I'm just making that easy for you."

The woman shifts closer, the room thick with tension as she kneels before me. She grabs my belt and begins to unbuckle it.

The moment she's done with the belt, she grabs my length and begins to stroke it.

A low sound escapes me.... half groan, half challenge, just to see her flinch. I shouldn't enjoy this, but I do. Too much.

Meeka's eyes darken. She tries to hide it, but she's already losing the battle.

"You're disgusting." Her throat bobs.

I chuckle low. "You didn't think I was that night."

Her lips part, words failing her. I can practically see the storm behind her eyes.... rage, guilt and jealousy, maybe. All tangled up in something she refuses to name.

"Fuck!" I curse as the woman takes me in, sucking me like her life depends on my d*ck.

My lustful eyes stay fixed on Meeka while the woman worships my length. She gags, pulls back slightly then swallows me completely and I groan out again, my eyes never leaving Meeka.

I'm going all the way out for her. I'm allowing this woman touch me in ways she shouldn't, all because of her.

God. I feel like throwing up. Really bad. But I won't. I have to endure this for her.

She said she wants us to end it, then let her prove it by walking out that door. By not getting affected by this. This is her last chance, and if she does walk out, then I'll let her go.... forever.

"Shit!" Another groan escapes my lips and I throw my head slightly backwards, but my eyes are still on her.

She's fuming. I can see the rage in her eyes but she's still holding herself together. Barely.

And just when I think she's winning.

"F*cking stop!" she yells, and the woman freezes instantly.

She walks closer to us and pulls the woman up off me. "Get the hell out!"

The word tears out of her, sharp and loud, echoing against the walls.

A dark smirk tugs at the corner of my lips.