Carlos's POV
Selene stood in the middle of the room, the gray cashmere sweater she'd worn to dinner was gone,left somewhere on the stairs or the hallway floor. She wore only the soft black leggings now,she wrapped her arms around herself like armor.
I locked the door causing her to flinch at the sound.
I stepped closer slowly. Giving her every second to change her mind. I wanted to give her at least a day to prepare her mind for this but she insisted on going ahead with it tonight.
I stopped one feet away. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin and close enough to smell the faint jasmine of her shampoo.
"Tell me to stop," I said quietly.
Her chin lifted."No,you don't get to act like I have a choice.Let's just get it over with".
That single word snapped something inside me.
I knew better than to go on a back and forth with her for I closed the distance.
My hands found her waist first,fingers splaying wide and my thumbs brushing the soft skin just above the waistband. She inhaled sharply as I felt her ribs expand under my palms.
I kissed her gently and submitting to my advances,her hands came up to my chest.She curled her fingers into my shirt, tugging me closer.
I walked her backward until her thighs hit the edge of the mattress. My hands slid under the hem of her leggings,peeling the fabric of the leggings and her underwear down her thighs, past her knees and off her ankles.
I gently placed her on the bed,leaned in and kissed the hollow of her throat,then lower to her breasts. I took one nipple between my lips and sucked gently. She gasped, fingers digging into my shoulders.
"Carlos—"
I switched to the other breast with the same slow circles with my tongue. Her back arched as I gently massaged her thighs.
I slid one finger inside her slowly,she was already wet and drunk with pleasure.
She moaned as I added a second finger and curled them.
For minutes it was the same rhythm,mouth and fingers working together until her hips were lifting off the bed, chasing the pressure.
"Carlos—please—"
I crawled up her body, kissing every inch I passed till I got to her lips.
I settled between her thighs,the head of my cock brushing her entrance.
I paused."Look at me."
She did.
I pushed in, inch by inch and gasping,her nails dug into my back.
I stilled when I was fully seated,forehead pressed to hers. I started to move and she wrapped her legs around my waist
Every thrust dragged over that spot inside her that made her gasp with every withdrawal leaving her clutching at me.
Her nails raked down my back as the thrust became deeper and faster.
The coil inside her tightened again.
"Carlos—"
"I want you to come," I rasped. "Let me feel you."
I could feel the warmth of her come on my dick as she broke,clenching around me like a fist.
I followed while growling her name, my hips snapping forward as I pulsed deep inside her.
I kissed her temple softly as I eased out,rolled to the side of the bed and pulled her against my chest.
"Sleep," I murmured.She closed her eyes and I waited until her breathing evened out then I slipped from the bed.
She stirred but didn't wake.
I pulled on the lounge pants and left the room barefoot.
I needed coffee. Something to burn the taste of her off my tongue and probably to remind me this was still just a transaction.
I headed downstairs.
The kitchen lights were low but I didn't bother turning them up.
I opened the espresso machine. Loaded a pod and pressed start.
That's when I saw him.
Alejandro leaned against the island,when his eyes met mine he lifted a glass of whiskey in mock toast.
"Evening, baby brother," he drawled. "Or should I say… congratulations?"
I ignored him. The machine hissed and gurgled.
He chuckled. "Not even a hello? After I flew in early just to welcome your new toy?"
"She's not a toy."
"No?" He swirled the whiskey. "Could've fooled me but I just heard you fucked her like one."
My hand paused on the cup.
He smiled wider. "Relax, I'm just saying that she looked… breakable. She's pretty, though, I'll give you that. Better than the last one. What was her name? Sofia? The one who cried after you told her the NDA was ironclad?"
"Leave it."
He didn't. "Come on, Carlos. We're family. Twins if I must remind you. We share everything, right?" He leaned forward. "So tell me, was she tight? Did she beg? Or did she just lie there like a good little martyr?"
I took the espresso cup,sipped into the hot coffee, trying so hard not to be pulled into his theatrics.
"You're drunk."
"Not yet." He lifted the glass again. "But I will be because I'll be celebrating soon. You know why?"
I didn't answer.
"Because the clock is ticking faster than you can imagine." He grinned, teeth flashing. "Pray your new piece is fertile brother because if she isn't… well. I've got options lined up. Three surrogates on standby and one's already missed her period."
My grip tightened on the cup.
He noticed.
"Ohhh," he said softly. "That hit a nerve. You're already attached, aren't you? The virgin teacher with the sad eyes, that's cute."
I set the cup down carefully.
He kept going. "You always were the weak one and dad knew it. That's why he wrote the will the way he did. He wanted to see which of us had the spine to actually win. Not the one who plays nice and fucks gently and pretends he's noble."
"Shut up, Alejandro."
He laughed. "There it is.The locked up temper. I know you wish you were the eldest right? Well that's not my fault,you were also weak in the womb,you couldn't even put up a good fight."
He stepped closer and nudged my shoulder. "Weakling."
The word landed like a match in gasoline.
I moved before I thought.
My fist cracked across his cheekbone with a meaty thud. His head snapped to the side as the whiskey sloshed over the rim of his glass and splashed onto the marble.
He staggered, caught himself on the island and touched his face."Fuck,you bastard!!".