In The Arms Of My Ex's Elder Brother.

A Desperate Bargain.

~~Aurora~~

"I want revenge!"

The words cracked as I forced them out, my breath hitching in my throat. "I want my family to pay for taking away everything…”

A sob threatened to bubble up. I scrubbed at my eyes, desperate to keep the tears at bay. I couldn't cry here. Not in front of him. He was my husband but still a stranger nonetheless.

He’d stated his terms. It was only right that I threw mine in as well.

I pulled up my wedding gown a little and walked towards him. My legs trembled, but each step was a battle against my own fear.

I knelt before him as he watched me curiously. The coldness of the floor seeped into my knees.

I placed my hands on the fabric of his expensive suit and felt his broad thigh stiffen beneath my touch.

Yes. This was it. My only way.

Using his power, his connections… his wealth. For my own selfish reasons.

Suddenly, he cupped my jaw in his hand, the touch surprisingly gentle. He tilted my head up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes… They were intense, as if searching for something in my own eyes.

I could feel fear tightening in my belly.

This… this was the first time I'd truly seen a man's eyes or looked into them so deeply. And... God. I was charged up. It was as if an odd sensation surged through me.

Through my entire relationship with Richard, the only man my heart has ever loved, I never felt this way. Not even close.

He spoke, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "Did you say Revenge?”

“We both know whatever you dealt with at your family's place doesn’t matter anymore. You’re married to me now. Move on from that.”

My insides were a tangled mess. I wanted to scream, but the words wouldn't come. Everything I had gone through in the hands of the people who were meant to be my family was too much to be swept under the rug.

I’d lost a lot of opportunities, because Lydia had stolen them all for Ruby. And each time I’d complained to father, he’d look at me like I was a child throwing a meaningless tantrum. Like I was supposed to put up with Ruby no matter what she did!

Luther’s words were a definite no for me. And despite all the rage bubbling inside me, all I could manage in front of him was a pathetic trembling, "Please..."

His eyes stayed locked on mine, like he was trying to see right through me. I felt the air shift between us, as something fierce lit in his eyes. "Fine! You're my wife now. My responsibility," he said. His voice was like ice, no warmth, just… distant. "If you do as I say, then you'll get your revenge."

My cheeks felt hot as the words hidden in those lines.

But revenge? That was the only thing keeping me going, the only reason I'm kneeling in front of him.

But the thought of achieving it like this… It felt dirty, wrong.

Like I was sacrificing myself piece by piece. Still, what choice did I have? Luther Hawthorne knew I would do anything, and I knew it too.

"Yes… Yes, yes… I'll do anything," I blurted out my thoughts. The words tumbled over each other, desperate and shameless. I hated the sound of my own voice.

My hands, shaking so badly I could barely feel them, moved to his belt. Slowly, I started to undo the buckle.

Luther didn't move or say anything, but his already dark eyes darkened even more as he watched. Those dark orbs were like a weight on me, heavy and judgmental.

Each click of the metal felt like another piece of me breaking off.

The air was thick and suffocating. I could feel him watching, waiting… and I knew, with a sick certainty, that this was just the beginning. The price of revenge was going to be a lot higher than I ever imagined.

The buckle clicked open, and as I finished turning his belt, I felt the hard ridge pressing against his pants. It felt… huge.

Just seeing the outline made my breath seize. I remembered how it’d felt inside me, that stretching, intense pleasure.

My body started to ache with need. A deep, familiar hunger. My p***y throbbed, begging for him shamelessly as my wet arousal dripped down my thigh.

My fingers trembled as I reached for his zipper. And when I pulled it down, it sprang free.

Fuck. It was even bigger than I remembered, thick and heavy. I could almost measure it against my forearm.

I gasped as my head was suddenly thrown back. Luther’s hand was in my hair, gathering it in his large palm. There was no hesitation in his eyes, only dark lust. He pulled me closer, guiding my face and lips to his c**k.

I parted my lips and he did the rest, pushing me down until I had him in me. Then he started moving, slowly at first, then with more urgency. I felt it all. The heat and the power of his c**k against my lips.

The rubbing was getting intense. I could feel him, hard against me, and a little bit of wetness. He was grinding against my face, teasing my lips. I opened my mouth, and he slowly slid in. Not all the way at first, like he was savoring the moment.

I breathed him in, his scent filling me. Then, slowly, he pressed me further, filling my mouth. I felt the weight and size of his c**k. I gagged a little, my breath catching.

"Come on," he moaned, his voice thick with desire. "Suck on it... don't stop... ahhh!"

He kept thrusting, and with his other hand, he pulled my gown down to my waist. I felt a sting as he started slapping my behind, so rough that my pu**y was dripping with even more wetness.

"Um...ahhh.. um..." I managed a moan, muffled around his c**k as I sucked.

Suddenly, he pulled away and my mouth panted for air

"Touch it," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "As hard as you can, girl."

I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hand around his co**k and stroked him, as hard as he wanted.

"Ahh goddammit… come on. Do better! ..." he ordered, his breathing hot and unsteady.

I could feel he was close.

Then, he pushed me back down, taking him in my mouth again. He exploded inside me, a rush of warmth and sensation.

"Don't you spill it out..." he commanded, his voice husky and strained.

I swallowed like a little obedient wife. My eyes remained locked on his. A strange mix of surrender and power washed over me at that moment.

I could still taste his c*m in my mouth, the warmth lingering long after he exploded inside me. I barely had a moment to collect myself when he suddenly shifted in his wheelchair. The movement caught me off guard, and before I knew it, I was tumbling to the ground.

Pain shot through my body, but I couldn't bring myself to say a word.

"Ahhh..." I let out a low sound.

He didn’t even glance back, his focus somewhere else entirely, like my pain didn’t exist. “Aurora, what do you even expect?” I thought bitterly.

All of a sudden, he started to slide his c**k back into his pants, pulling his trousers up from where they'd dropped to his knees. He fastened his belt too, making sure everything looked exactly as it did before I had sucked him.

I, on the other hand, looked completely unraveled. I wasn't satisfied. I still wanted…him. But Luther didn't care.

He rolled towards the door, his hand waiting on the handle and his tone as serious as ever. “Sleep early. We’d be heading home first thing tomorrow morning. I expect no mistakes!"

His words felt like a punch to the gut, and before I could muster a response, he rolled away, leaving me behind.

How did he end up in that wheelchair? I wondered, casting a glance over my shoulder but daring not to ask him.

I picked myself up from the cold floor, wiping my hands on my dress, the embarrassment and pain mingling into a heavy knot in my stomach.

I headed straight for the bathroom, desperate to wash away what just happened. The cool water splashed on my face, but I felt anything but refreshed.

As I looked in the mirror, reality sank in.

I was trapped in a marriage. Owned by my husband. Nothing more than a tool for his pleasure and a pawn in a game I barely understood.

My fingers clenched the sink tightly.

This wasn’t the life I wanted.

This wasn’t the life I would accept. I have gone through enough to settle for… this.

I had to find a way out.