My sister's husband

I knew the moment I made eye contact with him, I was doomed. I never wanted to be the villain, but when it came to Miles Knight, I was completely and utterly consumed in temptation.

Coming to New York was supposed to be a new start with my career, but that all came to a still when my sister introduced me to Miles Knight. The man I wasn't supposed to have but craved to have and keep. I knew I shouldn't have taken up my sister's offer to stay in the same house with her and him. But fate had another plan for me.

I look at myself in the mirror, admiring my skimpy red dress that hugs my body and shows my olive skin. I am so busy looking at myself that I don't realize someone's behind me and feel a finger trail down my bare back. I look in the mirror and I see him the man I shouldn't have. My brother-in-law.

"What are you doing?" I whisper as I feel him come close, so close that I feel his breath on my neck. This shouldn't be happening. It's wrong

"You look ravishing, love," he says in his deep British tone that sends chills down my body. He pulls me close wraps his arms around my waist, and trails his finger up my dress.

"Now love, who are you wearing this dress for?" he asks, planting wet kisses on my neck.