My Sister's Husband Craves Me
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"Take off the dress," his voice was low, commanding and dangerous.
My heart thudded in my chest. "Sir Diego...?"
His eyes bore into mine hungrily, raw and deadly." The moment I slept with you in that club, your body became mine.
"You can’t do this," I whispered, trembling. "I’m.."
"Ellie’s little sister?" He stood slowly, each step deliberate, predatory. "She never told me you were this... breathtaking."
His fingers brushed my jaw, rough yet delicate. "The moment i had you under my skin, I stopped caring if you were my wife's sister.
I should’ve run. I should’ve screamed.
But all I could do… was breathe his name.
"Diego..."
After her father’s empire crumbled and her mother fell gravely ill, Lyla Reynolds was forced into a life she never imagined, working at an exclusive club to survive. She kept her head down, heart closed, and secrets buried.
Until one night, a mysterious VIP client paid $10 million just to have her.
Nervous and shaken, Lyla stepped into the dimly lit hotel suite, unaware that everything was about to change.
The man sitting in that room wasn’t a stranger.
He was my sister’s husband.
My heart thudded in my chest. "Sir Diego...?"
His eyes bore into mine hungrily, raw and deadly." The moment I slept with you in that club, your body became mine.
"You can’t do this," I whispered, trembling. "I’m.."
"Ellie’s little sister?" He stood slowly, each step deliberate, predatory. "She never told me you were this... breathtaking."
His fingers brushed my jaw, rough yet delicate. "The moment i had you under my skin, I stopped caring if you were my wife's sister.
I should’ve run. I should’ve screamed.
But all I could do… was breathe his name.
"Diego..."
After her father’s empire crumbled and her mother fell gravely ill, Lyla Reynolds was forced into a life she never imagined, working at an exclusive club to survive. She kept her head down, heart closed, and secrets buried.
Until one night, a mysterious VIP client paid $10 million just to have her.
Nervous and shaken, Lyla stepped into the dimly lit hotel suite, unaware that everything was about to change.
The man sitting in that room wasn’t a stranger.
He was my sister’s husband.
