A wife for my brother

To leave an event like that was a luxury that only someone like him could afford, someone who didn’t care about gossip. He opened the door for her and let her go through first, closing it, leaving behind a surprised and outraged Camila.

He took her hand again to cross the lobby of the building to the elevators. He didn’t say anything and Deanna didn’t ask, just followed him. It seemed that’s what he wanted: silence. She knew that internally he was battling his demons. The ride upstairs was the same; she didn’t let go of his hand until they reached his office doors and he opened them.

– I’m sorry… – He said leaning against the door once they entered.

– Tell me what happened –

– The usual… jealousy… I’m sorry – He ran a hand through his hair disappointed in himself.

– Is that why you got so angry with Leonard? –

– Leonard? How much did you talk that it’s “Leonard”? – His eyes sparkled and she noticed him even with the lights off.

– He’s the director of the Reed Foundation… –This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

– And he’s a shameless man who preys on young women for sport… –

– I didn’t know that…

– No, of course not… That’s why I’m sorry – His voice sounded tired.

– Stop fighting with yourself, Daniel –

He looked up and stared at her in surprise, she could read him. He felt exposed and childish.

– I can’t help it, you provoke all kinds of emotions in me… I’m maddened by the idea of you being taken away from me! –

– I won’t leave your side –

He sounded agitated and so Deanna kept her voice calm, a little low.

– That’s what you say now… –

– Why don’t you believe me? –

– The same reason Reed came to you… Because of what you are…

– And what am I? –

– A beautiful woman full of life, you attract them like flies… Your ingenuity makes it easy –

– Ha! What’s the matter with you people that you think I’m a naive teenage fool? –

– Who are “you”? –

– You and your brother. I seem to give off that image, but I think I’ve proven you otherwise several times already. Sometimes I think you don’t take me seriously or maybe you think you need to finish “raising me” and I’ve grown up, Daniel –

– I don’t see you as a child –

– But you doubt my good judgment –

– I doubt them –

– No, you doubt me. Or do you think I didn’t realize Leonard’s intentions? –

– Leonard again! You see why I get the way I do?! –

– You’re going to tell me it’s my fault now! – She raised her voice.

– You get into confidence right away with men you don’t know! – He raised it higher.

– Trust me! It doesn’t matter who approaches me or what they say to me! How can you not see that I love you! Or do you think I’ll run after the first man who proposes to me?! –

It was the first time she said it to him and Daniel lost his head. He hugged her by the waist, holding her close to his body, but Deanna felt like a fool.

– Let go of me, you don’t see me for who I am, I’m a stupid girl to you! –

-No… You’re my lady –

Oh, God! He was saying those things in the middle of an argument, leaving her completely helpless. She looked at him loaded with anger because he was dismantling her as he pleased and she loved it; he was making her vibrate inside.

– Go to hell! – She told him, furious with herself for allowing him to make her feel fire in her soul.

And she kissed him, hanging onto the lapels of his coat. She kissed him violently, she wanted to drown him in her mouth; to show him that he had gotten into rough terrain with her. Daniel responded in kind, he was driven by the uncontrolled passions he felt just holding her in his arms.

Deanna broke away slightly trying to breathe, but he mercilessly followed her mouth. He put one hand on her back to pull her to him so she wouldn’t have a chance to dodge him, while he wrapped his other around her waist lifting her up a little and making her stand on her tiptoes. He was burning and he wanted her to burn with him.

But Deanna was already burning with her own flame, rioting all over with her own desire, with the desire he was arousing in her with a kiss. He kissed her so much that soon she was gifting him with sounds of pleasure; they went off in his head with clattering noises arousing him even more. To Daniel they were a request, a demand for him to give her more, all of it.

He practically dragged her until Deanna felt his desk from behind. A desk again, but this time she would give him something that would make him remember her every time he sat at it. She had to push him off to get him off her long enough to be able to stand up. They were both panting and their hearts were pounding furiously. She reached across the wood until she could grasp the lamp to turn it on.

-I want you to have a good look at me…” She told him full of lewdness.

Very slowly she began to loosen her hair from the little buckles she wore, each strand falling over her shoulders. Daniel loved that abundant and soft hair that framed her face making her look even more beautiful.

The half-open mouth red from his kisses, the gaze fixed on his eyes, her calculated movements; it all had him mesmerized. He was fascinated to see her lose her shame and take control of the situation.

-Take a good look and remember…” She said turning her back to him.

She reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up with a gentle cadence, revealing the black stockings that reached her thigh and were attached to a garter belt of the same color, contrasting with her skin. The fabric climbed up to leave her completely uncovered to his gaze. She looked at him over her shoulder with her face half covered by her hair.

That look, inviting him, was all it took for him to throw himself at her. He imprisoned her on the desk, causing her to bend over just enough for her waist to rise higher.

– You’re going to drive me crazy… – He whispered in her ear.

– That’s good… – Her voice sounded impatient.

How could she be so shameless, how could she turn him on so much when she was that way? He never imagined there was a woman like her, who so openly enjoyed driving him crazy and pushing him to the limit. She exercised her power over him without hiding. So different from the sweet, cheerful wife who woke up every morning beside him with a smile.

His hands began to run over her bare skin, but his usual patience and tenderness were not present that night. No, that night it was the beast that jealousy and desire turned him into. A dangerous and explosive mixture that she matched in her own way. He brushed her hair over one shoulder and leaned in close to whisper to her.

-If we do this like this, I won’t be gentle,” he warned her.

All he got in response was a deliberate sway of her hips, telling him that was what he expected. And his sanity snapped. He threw an insult into the air and assaulted her with his whole being. One of his hands on her back pinning her to the dark wood, but not stopping her swearing mouth demanding him. The other holding her by the hips accompanying her rhythm. Soon his office was filled with lascivious sounds, moans, choked and urgent unintelligible words.

Downstairs the party continued, only a few knew where they were and what they were doing. Among them Harry who couldn’t find a way to concentrate on what Laura was saying, obviously fed up with his indifference. And Beverly who was watching them from afar in their little fight with a sly smile and having achieved what she wanted: to unleash chaos to take advantage of it.