The Devil's Obsession: My Brother-in-law's Sinful Obsession

Chapter 7

Natalie hurried into her matrimonial room, closing the door quickly behind her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She felt her whole body burning with need.

His body was crafted purely for sin. He was intentional about what he was doing to her, and it was both frustrating and intriguing.

The slight snores from Ashton made her jerk back to reality. What was she doing, thinking about her brother-in-law in that manner? She asked herself, making her way toward Ashton.

He was lying carefree on the bed, already far into his sleep, but she thought to make advances at him. He might as well be able to satisfy her desire for the night. The desires another man had stirred within her.

Natalie sat beside Ashton, staring at his peaceful form as he slept. She felt selfish for wanting to shatter that peace.

She stretched out her hand to touch him, but she withdrew immediately. He must be very exhausted from work, and all she cared about was s*x? It gnawed at her conscience. He needed rest.

She paced around the room in frustration. She thought of times when Triana had talked to her about buying some adult toys and vibrators, but she declined. Now, she saw the importance of it all. How was she going to quench this burning hunger?

"Perhaps a cold glass of water would do the trick," She muttered to herself as she made her way to the kitchen.

Walking down the corridor, she prayed earnestly not to somehow run into Roan again.

She successfully walked down the stairs without any trace of him. She heaved a loud sigh of relief as she entered the spacious kitchen.

She hurriedly but quietly opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water and a glass. She reached for the table and poured the water into the glass.

Natalie looked around nervously. She hadn't bothered to turn on the light to avoid drawing anyone's attention... Perhaps, Roan's attention. She already knew her way around the house, so she didn't need the light to get a glass of water.

Gulping down the water as quickly as possible, she placed a hand on the table, still holding onto the glass in her hand with her head bowed, as if trying to regain her composure and calm her racing heart.

"I guess we both came down for the same reason," She heard a voice from the shadows, causing her to jerk, making the glass fall off her hand and shatter to the floor.

"Oh, my God!" She exclaimed in fear and panic, but the lights came on immediately, revealing the face of her new tormentor. Roan.

"Hello, sexy," he said with a sensual smile, "couldn't sleep, huh?" He winked at her.

"I just came to get a glass of water. I'll be on my way," She cleared her throat, carefully stepping away from the broken glass scattered around the floor.

"Why the rush?" With the speed of light, he intercepted her before she could leave, holding her by her arm, "Natalie..."

"Roan, stop... I beg you. We can't be seen doing this. I am your sister-in-law, for God's sake!" She felt him breaking through her high walls, and she was so helpless about it.

"It doesn't matter. No one has to know," He said, cupping her face tenderly, drawing closer to her.

Natalie could perceive the strong smell of coffee on him. He was obviously trying to stay awake all night.

Her breath came in ragged and short as his lips came sinfully close to hers. Natalie felt her knees buckle beneath her. She was torn between loyalty and pleasure.

She was never one to cheat on a spouse, let alone her husband. But Roan was making her have other plans.

She placed her delicate palm on his bare, broad chest in an attempt to push him away. How was he still breathing fine with all the tension?

His lips slowly possessed hers in the most sensual kiss she'd ever had. His hot tongue brushed slowly against her soft lips, seeking entrance into her mouth.

Natalie felt her juices leaking down her lingerie. Fuck... He was tempting her in ways she could hardly resist.

The warmth radiating from his body smelt so masculine that it made her realize how much she missed being in an intimate space with a man.

At first, she hesitated, but his gentle assault on her lips made it difficult for her to keep up with the facade. Who was she deceiving? She knew she needed this. Like her life depended on it.

She wrapped her small, delicate palms around each of his strong, muscular arms, and God, they felt so strong and manly, holding her firm in place.

Roan let out a soft growl at the back of his throat when his tongue sought entrance further into her mouth, and she granted him more access.

Her lips tasted like roses and vanilla, and it pushed him to the brink of lust.

His large palm held her slender waist, pulling her a little harshly closer to him, her succulent body colliding with his sturdy one.

His other hand caressed her bare thighs up to her soft butt cheeks. They felt so succulent.

He leaned against the marble kitchen table, making her rest on him as he continued his sweet assault on her lips.

Natalie let out a small moan of ecstasy when she felt the bulge from his briefs pressing against her stomach.

His wet tongue traced warm, gentle paths from her neck down to her chest region.

His hand found the strap of her lingerie robe. He gently pulled it off her shoulder, exposing her bare shoulder to him. The tiny strap of the lace bra she was putting on snapped as he pulled on it in a swift motion, making her gasp softly at the act.

"Did I scare you?" His husky voice asked as his hot breath fanned her lips.

She looked briefly into his eyes, which were inky pools of dark desires but looked away instantly, shaking her head negatively.

He had a glint in his eyes that spoke of the dangers of the path she had decided to thread, but she pushed it all aside. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

"Good..." Roan whispered, possessing her lips again; this time, his kiss was more fervent and needy than the first time.

Natalie stretched to meet his towering height. She was just at 5'4 feet. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck, making him bend to her height.

Roan found it both sensual and intriguing. He had always loved smaller women. Although he was just seven years older than her, it was still fine with him because her petite form made him seem way older than her, and he was pleased with it.

"Roan... This doesn't seem right..." She whispered weakly when his left hand cupped her breast, kneading it hungrily, his tongue nibbling on the other breast.

Natalie moaned out his name as she felt raw pleasure erupt within her, "Roan..." her voice broke when she felt his hand trailing down her chest, through her lower abdomen.

"Natalie! Natalie!"

She froze instantly, reality washing over her, when she heard the familiar voice of her husband calling out to her.

They both paused. Roan seemed unfazed while Natalie panicked really hard, "Let me go! What are you doing? He would see us!" She felt oxygen leaving her lungs when she saw the coldness in Roan's eyes.

"Roan!" She tried to push him off herself, but his hold on her was as tight as it could be. Tears brimmed in her eyes, "Oh, my God! Please, Roan!"

"No, Natalie. This is my chance to finally make you mine. I won't lose it for anything in the world," he said, a dangerous smirk tugging the side of his rose pink lips.