In The Arms Of My Ex's Elder Brother.

A Reckless Decision.

~~Aurora~~

"Hi, Aurora..."

A beat passed before Racheal picked up, but my fingers clenched delicately around the phone.

There was something comforting about hearing a familiar voice, but my nerves felt strangely jittery hearing my best friend’s voice after so long. It’s been ages since we spoke. All thanks to a particular cheating bastard.

"He...l...lo." I swallowed, trying to force the words past the lump in my throat.

The tension between us radiated through the phone. I knew I was shameless for contacting Racheal after pushing her away for so long, but the bigger part of me couldn’t stand not speaking to someone.

"Aurora?” The voice on the other end called, and the iciness between us instantly melted to a puddle.

My voice hitched and cracked, and the little thread holding my sanity and composure together finally snapped.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Tears stung wickedly, then brimmed and poured. I would be lying if I said Richard’s betrayal didn’t burn.

I’d been holding it all together for as long as I could, bending my whole life and goals to fit into his and make it all work, and now that it was all over, it was hard to tell who I even was.

It was him, and I, and now, without him…what the hell am I?

Wetness streamed down my face with no control as my knees buckled in the middle of the f*****g street.

I choked on a sob, sniffling messily as the words burst out amidst another choke.

"Rich...ard... and Ruby... they... they... they've been f*****g. I caught them." My body shook with each word. I couldn’t breathe properly. My chest was suddenly so tight. My mouth gaped open, panting greedily for air.

"What the f**k?" There was a pause, then a sharp intake of breath. "Wait, Baby. Just... hold on. I'll be right there.”

I didn’t know how long I’d been bent over on the street, pouring my eyes out, because suddenly, Rachel was there. She’d practically flown over, her eyes wide with concern as she jumped out of her sleek black car.

"Rora," she called, her voice soft as she tugged gently at my arms, trying to help me up from where I was slumped on the ground. "Damn it, Aurora! What the hell? Why are you just sitting here... all alone?"

I couldn't answer. The energy had just drained out of me completely.

Racheal didn’t push me to talk. Like always, there was a silent understanding between us. She carefully helped me into her car, and I leaned my head back against the headrest as she got in on the other side and started the engine.

I didn’t ask where we were going, she could bundle me off to anywhere else in the world right now and I wouldn’t care— What the f**k?!

My eyes widened as the tires screeched in front of a familiar place.

“What the hell are we doing here? It’s a f*****g club—“

“Of course it is! Aurora, you need to chill out, okay?”

“For once, just loosen up. Truth is, you need a good..." She hesitated for a split second, then went on, "...fuck. You need to open up. You can't stay a virgin forever. Some guy gotta tear up your pu**y walls..."

Something about what she said struck a chord. It was almost... tempting. The guy I was meant to lose my virginity with, the one I loved...had broken my heart.

Now I was just crushed. Maybe it would be better with a stranger after all.

I kept my gaze fixed on the building ahead.

I didn't want to think. All I knew was that I needed to do something—something reckless, something to wipe away Ruby’s words echoing in my head.

The club was packed, the heavy bass of the music thrumming through my veins as we walked inside.

Bullshit.

I tilted back another shot, the burn of alcohol sliding down my throat, numbing everything inside me.

Tonight, I wasn’t going to be the pathetic little virgin.

Tonight, I was going to prove Ruby wrong.

I slammed the empty glass on the bar, my vision blurring slightly as I pushed myself up from the stool.

My legs wobbled and my head swayed, but I didn’t care.

"Any man."

That was my rule tonight.

Any man I bumped into would be the one. No second thoughts. No regrets.

I stumbled forward, weaving through the crowd, my heart pounding—not from nerves, but from the reckless thrill pumping through me.

And then—

I crashed into a wall.

No.

A man.

A hard, solid man.

My hands instinctively shot out, gripping onto him to steady myself. His scent hit me first—dark, expensive cologne mixed with something dangerously intoxicating.

Strong hands caught my waist, steadying me effortlessly.

I blinked up at him, my vision slightly hazy. My breath caught.

He was a little too short. Or was it the alcohol? But damn. Those broad shoulders.

Dark hair. Sharp, chiseled jaw.

And those eyes—intense, piercing, like they could see through me, right down to the mess inside me.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "You should watch where you're going, little one."

His voice was deep, smooth, and it sent a strange shiver down my spine.

My head was spinning.

This was it.

This was the man.

My fingers curled into his shirt, my voice slurred but determined.

"Will you f**k me?” I muttered into his ear.

Still in his arms, I felt…small. He was solid, his chest broad against me, and even through the shirt, I could feel the strength in his arms. Before I could think, the words had slipped out, barely a whisper.

That's when my hand bumped into something. It wasn't skin. Cold, smooth…metal. I glanced down, and my stomach dropped. A wheelchair. I looked up at his face. A f**king wheelchair!

Oh my god. I hadn’t even checked before I’d opened my mouth. My lips parted as my eyes went wide.

He seemed to sense my sudden shift, the embarrassment radiating off me. His grip tightened for a second, and he leaned closer, his breath warm on my ear.

His grip on my waist tightened—painfully. His expression darkened, amusement flickering through his eyes before something sharper took over.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he murmured, his voice like steel. Then, without hesitation, he yanked me against him, his fingers digging into my skin. “But I don’t f**k for free.”

A thrill shot down my spine. I was too far gone to care. “I don’t want your money,” I breathed.

His smirk deepened, cruel and knowing. “Good. Because I don’t pay whores. I break them.”

Before I could process his words, he tugged me down, forcing me to meet his gaze. His fingers dug into my skin, his strength undeniable.

“I don’t do gentle,” he warned.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. What have I gotten myself into?

“Get in the car,” he ordered.

I obeyed.

The car ride was silent. He didn’t touch me, didn’t speak. Just sat there, his fingers tapping against the armrest chair. His presence was suffocating, like a predator watching its prey.

When we arrived at a high-rise hotel, he didn’t wait. His assistant opened the door, and he rolled out effortlessly, his movements controlled and powerful. He didn’t need to walk to dominate a room.

“Come,” he ordered, and I followed.

The elevator doors shut, trapping us in silence.

“You’re drunk,” he stated.

“I know what I’m doing.”

His jaw ticked, but he didn’t push further. “We’ll see.”

The moment we entered the suite, he locked the door. Then, he turned to me.

“Strip.”

I hesitated for half a second.

His fingers drummed against the armrest. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

Something about his impatient tone made my hands move. I unzipped my dress and let it fall.

His gaze dragged over me. “You’re trembling,” he assessed. “Scared?”

I lifted my chin. “No.”

He let out a low, dark rumble. “Liar.”

Then, suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me onto his lap. I gasped at his shocking strength. I shifted uncomfortably in his lap, feeling his c**k already hard beneath me.

“If you want me to stop, say it now,” he murmured. “Because once I start, I don’t stop.”

My lips remain shut. Words had already eluded me.

“Open your f*****g mouth.” His fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my head down as he unzipped his pants. His c**k sprang free, thick and heavy.

I barely had a second to breathe before he shoved himself into my mouth.

I gagged at how big he was. I couldn’t possibly take…all that—My hands flew to his thighs, trying to steady myself.

“Come on. Take it,” he growled, thrusting deeper. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Act like it.”

Tears pricked my eyes as he f****d my throat, mercilessly. My nails dug into his clothed chest, but he didn’t slow down.

“f**k, you look good like this,” he groaned. “On your knees, choking on my cock.”

I could barely breathe. He pulled out, allowing me one gasp of air before shoving his c**k back in. My lips stretched around him, saliva dripping down my chin.

His grip tightened, yanking my head down harder. My throat burned, my eyes watered.

Then, just as suddenly, he released me. I collapsed onto the carpet, gasping for air.

But he wasn’t done.

“On the bed,” he ordered.

I barely made it before he grabbed my legs and yanked me toward him. His wheelchair rolled closer.

He hooked my legs over the armrests, spreading me wide.

“So f*****g wet,” he muttered. “Filthy little slut.”

I moaned, my body arching, but he pressed me down with one strong hand.

“You don’t get to move,” he snapped. “You’ll take what I give you.”

I gasped as he yanked my panties aside, pressing the thick head of his c**k against my moist p***y.

Then he slammed inside.

A scream tore from my throat. My nails clawed at the sheets as pain shot through me. The pain gave way to pleasure as he pounded into me, mercilessly. Splitting me apart.

And I didn’t recognize my voice as I moaned. Pinching my n*****s harder, and biting on my lower lip.

“f**k,” he groaned. “So f*****g tight. Don’t tell me—”

I sobbed, my body writhing beneath him.

His movements stilled for a fraction of a second.

“You’re a virgin?”

I couldn’t speak.

His expression twisted into something almost primal. “And you gave yourself to me?” His voice dripped with cruel amusement.

“I am not. Anymore.” I retorted, my cheeks heating up.

“Yes.” His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse stutter. “You’re mine now,” he murmured. “And I don’t share.”

My body clenched around him, a foreign pressure building inside me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—

His movements grew frantic. Tears leaked down my cheeks as his thrusts grew harder, rougher, each stroke sending sharp pleasure-pain through me.

Then he slammed into my pu**y one last time and spilled inside. We both reached climax at the same time, a wave of intense pleasure washing over me. I collapsed against him, my eyes fluttering closed as he slept.

Without thinking, I scrambled for my clothes, pulling them on with shaking hands. My fingers fumbled with the fabric. I had to be silent. I didn’t want to wake him. I didn’t want to… what? Talk? Explain?

There was nothing to explain.

I stole one last glance at the man in the bed. His strong, bare chest rose and fell steadily. His face relaxed in sleep. He looked nothing like the ruthless beast who had claimed me last night.

But I knew better. I knew what lay beneath that quiet, deceptive calm.

I slipped out the door, my heart hammering, and practically threw myself into the first cab I saw.

I didn’t even know his name.

He probably didn’t know mine.