One Night Stand with My Husband's Brother

His hands played a game of Marco Polo over the tulle of my wedding dress, eagerly searching for my panties, bought months ago for this moment. I could feel the desire in his breath, matching my own intensity. I couldn't wait any longer; I tore off the tulle of my skirt, leaving the most entertaining part for him: turning my lace panties into a rag that no CSI would ever be able to use as evidence. He lifted my legs to his hips, aligning me with his ready-to-possess member, which didn't take long to do so, fast and intense. My body craved his touch; I needed more, I wanted it deeper and deeper. I looked into his face with every expression of pleasure I felt with each thrust. I could lose myself in those dark eyes, that delicious mouth... oh my. I felt the same heat as before; I knew I was close, and he was too. It was incredible how our bodies synchronized, it was chemistry, passion, pleasure... Before I could predict it, his body began to tremble with pleasure, and shortly after, I felt my body in ecstasy... Sweat, screams, and desire. He made me climax like never before. He rested his head against my chest, breathing heavily. Then he led me to the bed, where our bodies fell, exhausted. The last thing I saw was his dark eyes slowly disappearing into the darkness of the room. *** The sunlight coming through the window woke me up, and combined with my incredible headache, I realized I had crossed all my limits last night. I ran my hand over my body and confirmed that this time my moral hangover would haunt me for weeks. Then I looked at the floor and saw my wedding dress all torn... I got up with a start and approached it, trying to understand what had happened. Then, the memories of last night rushed back, almost driving me crazy. I got married last night... had fun last night... It had been exactly the wedding night I wanted to have on my honeymoon, with just one detail: He wasn't my fiancé! I crouched back near the bed, afraid he might be awake. How could I face the man I slept with last night? What would my fiancé say? Although my fiancé would support me! No, he wouldn't, because I quickly remembered whose eyes those were: Massimo, Giovanni's brother, my fiancé. I smacked my forehead with my hand because I knew I had just ruined everything, months and months of pretending, and on the first night, I slept with his brother! I put my hands on the edge of the bed, and slowly climbed up, and then an overwhelming feeling of relief came over me when I realized Massimo was no longer in the bed. "Good morning, sister-in-law," Massimo said behind me. I took a deep breath, turned around, and did my best not to sigh at the sight of him wearing only black boxer briefs in front of me. "Did you sleep well?" "Hmm... I'm trying to find the right answer to that question," I replied honestly. It was harder to answer with that body that took me to heaven standing in front of me. "I have one," Massimo said, crossing his arms. His calm expression changed into that of a ruthless executioner. "You slept in paradise and now you will live in hell." "Huh? What?" It was the only thing that came out of my mouth, which was now open more out of confusion than anything else. "I thought a lot all night and came to only two conclusions: Either you deceived my brother and managed to scam him, or you two are plotting something. Either way, know that I will uncover the whole truth." Before I could say anything, he grabbed me and gave me a fiery kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying the moment. Then Massimo pulled away, leaving me stunned. "Know that this is the first and last time you touch me," he said as he stood up and grabbed his clothes. "From now on, I will make sure to be responsible for your ruin." He slammed the door, leaving me paralyzed for a few minutes, trying to process everything that had happened. Massimo had only been wrong about one thing: I was already living in hell long before he appeared, and I was doing everything I could to find my place in paradise, even if it meant sacrificing my heart. I know you must be wondering: How on earth did I end up on my honeymoon, in the room with my fiancé's brother? Well, to answer that question, I'll have to go back a little in time... Ready? Here we go! *** One month before... " A beer for the most beautiful girl in this bar," said the handsome guy with well-groomed brown hair. He placed the beer in front of me and sat, turning his well-defined body in that black suit towards me. "Thank you," I replied, raising my beer towards his, and making a toast. His presence caught the attention of everyone in that place. I knew female eyes were fixed on me. How lucky I was to have a handsome and wealthy man entirely focused on me. Very lucky, but nothing was happening between us. Giovanni Cordopatri, heir to the Cordopatri family. The Cordopatri family was the one who spread the mafia to the USA, known for high arms sales, always favoring the larger families. In 1986, they sold a large amount of weapons to the Stracci family, who didn't pay, so the Cordopatri sent men to kill them, but it didn't work, and they ended up dead. The few who survived decided to put an end to the business. At least that's what the media said, but the family is now managed by his paternal grandfather, Guido Cordopatri. Giovanni had lost his parents in the ambush carried out by the Stracci, and he was raised with his younger brother, Massimo, by their grandfather, who made sure to educate them to be an example of professional and personal success. Guido boasted of having succeeded in raising the two, or at least that's what he thought until rumors about Giovanni started to circulate. This led to both brothers being sent to a military academy in England. The goal was to try to fix this disturbance in Giovanni's personality and prevent Massimo from ever acting in the same way as his brother. Giovanni returned to the United States seemingly transformed. Or at least that's what he wanted his grandfather to believe. How do I know all this? Well, we have to go back a little further in time...