BRAZEN OBSESSION[[coming soon]]

5) Trapped between father and son

I stared at the wedding photo that stood on my desk for a while. Now that my eyes weren't clouded by naive love, I could read Chris' expression from it. His smile was the fake curve he gave people while attending those boring parties. A formal smile that would make no difference if it was erased.

All this while, I had been in a relationship by myself while Chris had taken the contract marriage for what it was.

I chuckled.
Since there was no more affection to be shared between us, then there was no need to be the docile wife I had been. Not that I had been pretending, gawd no. I just tried so hard to change for him just so I could make the marriage work.

"Goodbye, meek Lise, the old her is back," I murmured, sliding off the ring.
Once it was off, I slammed the photo frame face down, cracked the glass, and then placed the ring on it.

I got up and walked into the bathroom. In a few minutes, I held up my brown hair in a high ponytail, fixed my makeup, and snapped a few photos. "Today is the beginning of a new year. You deserve better than you have been settling for all these years Lise," I said to my reflection and smiled.
"It's not too late to give yourself the satisfaction you deserve."

To achieve that, I knew exactly what I needed to do. And it was not to obey that little brat.
I decided to set my plan in motion tonight. Not with Dylan, but with Chris.

While I gave myself affirmations, the door a distance behind me suddenly swung open, letting in the tall young man in a pair of beige pants, a white shirt, a black tie, and a black blazer hanging over his right shoulder.
My brows scrunched, glaring at him in the mirror. "Did you forget your manners so soon?" I asked as I finished washing my hands. "Get out!" I ordered firmly. But he ignored what I had said and just walked closer to me, kicking the door close with the heel of his shoe.

"What? Are you afraid of me?"

I rolled my eyes dismissively, reaching for a paper towel instead of using the dryer which would make me linger in this closed space with him.
"If you have nothing to do, please don't come both-"
His hand shot across my path when I attempted to dash past him. I stopped to scowl up in his eyes. He really was his father's son. Two people resembling each other so much. If not for their age, they would have been mistaken for brothers if not twins.

"Dylan!" I sighed. "I don't know why you're dead set on increasing our meaningless interactions, but I don't find any of this-"

"Shut up!" he hissed turning on me.
In swift moves, he grabbed my arm and twisted behind me, spinning my body before pushing it against the closest wall, face first.
"Ack!" I groaned from the pain coming from my arm and my temple. "Let go you fucking-"

"Why did you take off the ring?" he asked pinning me without caring that he was hurting me. "What are you planning?"

"None of your fucking problem."

He chuckled at my response before closing in from behind me. When his body came pressing on mine, I bit my lip, cursing whatever force had made me end up in this messed up situation. Both the blackmail and being subdued like this. So humiliating.
Especially since my wrist was directly against his crotch.

He wasn't hard, but I could clearly feel his flaccid bulge, and it was disturbing my consciousness.
"If you deviate from the initial agreement, I'll start sending the fragments to Dad. Do you want to try me?"

"Pfft! And you think that you will be spared if I'm exposed. Besides, I was intoxicated."

"Oh, Lise." He rested his chin on my left shoulder and turned his head so that the corner of his lips was brushing my cheek. "I didn't know you could be this stubborn. It only makes the game more interesting. I-"

"Get away!" I spat, trying to push him back, but all I managed to do was press my wrist into his crotch.
Dylan suddenly took a sharp inhale that felt like a low moan.
I froze.
Heaven knew I had no intentions of feeling any part of him this closely.

"This reminds me of last night," he whispered gently. "You were quite touchy and needy. Your moans sounded so damn hot. Why don't you try morning for me before your guest arrives?"

"We don't have to play this stupid game, Dylan," I said, running out of breath from my crushed lungs. "You're already eighteen. How about you start acting like your-"

He didn't let me finish, his lips attacked the crook of my neck, forcing a surprised gasp out of my mouth. "Dy-Dylan."

"Mmm..." He didn't stop sucking, even went as far as to bite me.

"Ggh!" I pressed my eyes shut to suppress my groans not to satisfy him.
I thought that by refusing to bend to his will, he would get bored and storm out. But I received the shock of my life when his other hand squeezed itself between my body and the wall, making its way up until it slipped under my top.

"Dy-"

"Lise?" A too-familiar voice called out from the other side of the door. It wasn't any of my peers or workers but... Chris. My husband, and Dylan's dad was in my office while his son was harassing me in the bathroom.

My entire body became paralyzed. I figured if I stayed as quiet as possible, he would think that I was not there and leave.
My plan would have worked, but the little rascal and to ruin it by moving my body from the wall and slamming it against the door.
Just as the groan of pain was about to leave my mouth, I bit my tongue hard. So hard that I tasted the rusty taste of fresh blood.

"Lise?" Chris called again. Only this time, he was just outside the bathroom.
He knocked, "Are you okay in there?"

"Answer him, Lise," Dylan instructed in an excited whisper as his mouth paused from devouring my neck. "Or do you want him to come in and find me in here? I wonder what he will thi-"

"Everything okay?" Chris asked knocking once more.

"Ooh, Lise." Dylan chuckled in my ear mockingly. "This is better than I imagined," he continued whispering while I fought with my soul to come up with a better plan.
Only when I felt the handle against my belly start to tilt did my mouth explode.

"Just a minute!"

"Gawd!" Chris sighed in relief. "Why weren't you saying anything? I thought you had passed out in there."

"No it's f-" *kiss* "-fine. I need to get something do-" the hand that had managed to slide under my top finally reached its destination: cupping my boob.
I choked on my words, holding in the yell that was threatening to spill.

As if all of this was amusing, Dylan chuckled moving his mouth back on my neck and sucking on the same spot. "Do you think he'll notice this hickey later on?"

"Shut up!" I ordered in a ragged whisper that took so much of my energy.

Curse Dylan.
Curse my small frame.
Curse Chris.
Curse everything.

Being kissed and groped by my stepson was not the best scene to display to the man I wanted to give me his fortune. But it did arouse something odd in the depths of the darkness I had locked away years ago.
Being desired was a turn-on. Not forgetting that I had not been touched by another man in the six years of marriage just made me feel things even the devil would frown upon.