The temptation of my brother-in-law-Chapter 57 - fifty seven

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Alicia’s POV

I arrived at the school just as classes were letting out. Parents lined up in their expensive cars, waiting to collect their children. I stood near the entrance, scanning the crowd of uniformed students pouring out of the building.

Sophie emerged a few minutes later. When she saw me, her face lit up and she ran over.

"Alicia! I had the best day!"

Relief flooded through me. I’d been worried all day about how she’d handle her first day at a new school. Worried she’d be overwhelmed or scared or that the other kids would be cruel.

"Tell me everything," I said, taking her backpack as we walked toward the car.

She talked the entire drive home. About her teacher, Mrs. Patterson, who had a kind smile and let them pick their own seats. About the girl named Emma who’d shared cookies at lunch. About the library that was three times bigger than any library she’d ever seen.

"And the principal came to visit," Sophie continued. "He knew everyone’s names already. He’s really nice. Not scary at all like I thought principals were supposed to be."

I smiled, remembering my own meeting with Principal Chen. "He does seem nice."

"Did you meet him too?"

"I did. We talked about making sure you’re comfortable and happy at school."

We got home and Sophie went straight to her room to start on her homework. I changed out of my dress into something more comfortable. My eyes landed on a skirt in my closet. A short one I’d bought months ago but never worn because it seemed too revealing.

Something reckless stirred in me. A desire to push boundaries. To see how far I could go. Malachi had been the one teasing. Now, it was my turn.

I put it on along with a simple blouse. Checked myself in the mirror. The skirt was definitely shorter than what I usually wore. But not inappropriate. Just daring.

Dinner time came and I made my way downstairs. The family was already gathering in the dining room. I took my usual seat, which tonight happened to be right next to Malachi.

He glanced at me as I sat down. His eyes swept over me briefly before returning to his plate. But I felt the weight of that look. The assessment.

Sophie started talking about her day again, retelling all the stories she’d already shared with me. Adrian was on his phone, barely listening. The rest of the family made polite conversation.

I pulled out my own phone and started scrolling through messages. Cassie had sent me photos from her date. She looked happy. Genuinely happy in a way I envied.

I felt something brush against my leg. Fabric moving. I looked down and realized my skirt had ridden up slightly when I sat down.

Before I could adjust it myself, I felt Malachi’s hand under the table. He tugged the hem down, covering my thigh. His touch was quick, efficient. Gone before anyone could notice.

My heart skipped. I kept my eyes on my phone, pretending nothing had happened.

A few minutes passed. I shifted in my seat to get more comfortable and the skirt moved again.

His hand returned. This time, his fingers brushed against my skin briefly as he adjusted the fabric. The contact sent electricity through me. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

I still didn’t react. Didn’t look at him. Just kept scrolling through my phone like I was completely unaware of what he was doing.

Sophie asked me something about her homework. I leaned forward slightly to answer her, and the movement made the skirt shift upward again.

I felt Malachi tense beside me. Felt the air between us change. Charged with something dangerous.

This time, when his hand moved under the table, I knew he was fighting himself. Fighting the urge to do more than just adjust my clothing. I could sense it in the way he hesitated. In the tension radiating off him.

Then I felt it. His large hands curled around my thigh firmly. My eyes widened.

My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. Except it wasn’t unknown. It was Malachi.

"Meet me in my study after dinner. And change that skirt."

I read the message twice. A smile tugged at my lips. So he had noticed. Had been affected.

Good.

I set my phone down and went back to eating. Didn’t respond to his text. Didn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I’d even read it.

But I felt his eyes on me for the rest of the meal. Felt the weight of his attention. The barely restrained desire.

When dinner finally ended, I took Sophie upstairs and helped her finish her homework.

"Did you have fun today?" I asked, brushing hair from her forehead.

"The best day," she said sleepily.

She smiled and closed her eyes. Within minutes, she was asleep.

I stood there for a moment, watching her peaceful face. Then I left her room and headed toward Malachi’s study.

I hadn’t changed the skirt. In fact, I’d made sure it was still sitting exactly as short as it had been at dinner. Maybe even a little shorter.

When I reached his door, I paused. Took a breath. Then knocked.

"Come in."

I opened the door and walked in, making sure he got a good look at what I was wearing. At the fact that I’d deliberately ignored his instruction.

His eyes darkened immediately when he saw me. Saw the skirt. Saw the smirk I couldn’t quite hide.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked innocently.

"I told you to change."

"I like this skirt." I closed the door behind me. "Is there a problem?"

The look he gave me said there was definitely a problem. But not the kind he was going to complain about.

"Sit down," he said, his voice strained. "We need to go over some paperwork."

I knew there was no paperwork. Knew this was just an excuse to get me alone. But I played along.

I sat in the chair across from his desk and crossed my legs slowly. Deliberately. The skirt rode up and I made no move to fix it.

He pulled out his laptop and opened some files. Pretended to be focused on work. But I could see his jaw clenching. Could see the way his hands gripped the edge of the desk.

"What am I looking at?" I asked, leaning forward to see the screen better.

The movement made the skirt shift higher. I heard his sharp intake of breath.

This was fun. Watching him fight for control. Watching him try to maintain the pretense that we were actually working.

I shifted in my seat again. The skirt moved even higher.

His knuckles went white on the desk edge.

"Malachi," I said softly. "Are we actually working? Or is there something else?"

His eyes snapped to mine. Dark. Hungry. Barely controlled.

"We’re working," he said, but his voice was rough.

"Are you sure?" I stood up and walked around the desk. Got closer to him. "Because it seems like you’re distracted."

I was right next to him now. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. Close enough to see the war playing out in his eyes.

He grabbed my wrist. Not hard, but firm enough to stop me from moving.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, little bird."

"Am I?" I let my smirk widen. "I’m just wearing a skirt."

"You know exactly what you’re doing."

"Maybe I do."

We stared at each other. The tension was suffocating. Delicious. Every second made my heart beat faster.

"Sit back down," he said finally, releasing my wrist. "We have work to do."

I felt a flash of disappointment but hid it. Walked back to my chair and sat down. Pulled the laptop toward me and started actually reading whatever was on the screen.

But I kept shifting. Kept letting the skirt ride up. Kept watching him out of the corner of my eye as he fought himself.

Kept pushing to see exactly when he’d break.

Because I wanted him to break. Wanted to see what would happen when he finally stopped holding back.

And judging by the look on his face, it wouldn’t be much longer.

"Show me the breakdowns," he said. I told him about them, and everything seemed fine.

"If we renegotiate here," I said, tapping the page, "it could save us a tidy sum by harvest." I crossed my legs, making the skirt ride higher. I felt him gulp. Good.

I kept shifting in seductive positions.

"Alicia," he said, voice low, "you’re making it hard to concentrate." I glanced at him, a small smile playing on my lips, but I played innocent, adjusting my position to lean over the desk. As I did, I braced one hand on the edge and stretched forward, my skirt bunching up at the back.

Then I straightened and moved to the side of the desk, bending slightly to retrieve a fallen pencil. My skirt rode up again. Malachi must be having a hard time.

But I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me.

My eyes widened as I felt his hands on my thighs.

"Malachi..." I whispered, but he shushed me with a finger to my lips. "You had your fun teasing me."

Fuck!

I bit my lower lip and help the edge of the desk to stop a moan from escaping my lips.

His hands hovered around my skin. Kneading the warm flesh.

I felt my core clench in desire. The heat of his hands radiated through me, igniting a dark desire. His hands moved from my mid thigh to my clit. Teasing without a single touch. He moved up and down before circling them. He sent shock waves of pleasure through me.

I could feel my nipples already hardened and begging for attention.

"Keep working," he murmured low. I could feel his hot breath against my leg as he spoke. "Tell me about the contracts."

I swallowed hard, picking up the pen with a shaky hand. "The... the tenants’ agreements," I stammered.

He squeezed my thighs again, keeping both legs apart from each other. He made it hard to concentrate. Not that I wanted to.

"We could extend terms... add incentives." But my words faltered as his fingers ventured higher, slipping under my undergarments.

I felt his arousal when he saw my aching sex. Wet and dripping.

His fingers parted the lips of my pussy, delving deep. I threw my head back in arousal, a moan escaping my throat.

He went in and out in pleasurable punishment. My walls clenched around his digits. His fingers held my thighs to control my movement.

"Good girl," he said. He asked me to tell him more. I tried. I really tried to focus on work. But his fingers wouldn’t let me. Then he added another finger, stretching me with the penetration.

I could feel juices dripping out of my pussy. This man was driving me insane.

He delved deeper, hitting that spot that made me want to scream his name.

His hands finally drove out of me when I couldn’t take it anymore. I could see the satisfaction in his eyes seeing me that way. Miserable and vulnerable.

His fingers moved all the way to his lips, tasting my juices. He savoured the taste of me.

I slumped on the table, utterly spent. I only wanted to tease, but he gave me a rollercoaster of pleasure.

His hands reached out and pulled me onto his laps. "Next time, don’t tease me like that if you can’t handle what comes next."

"And if I say no?"

I asked. A sudden chill ran down my spine.

He leaned in and whispered against my skin.

"I don’t mind putting a collar around your pretty neck, Alicia."

My heart raced at his nearness.

A small smile played at the corners of his lips as his hands reached for my thighs again. Keeping them apart. "Then you’d permanently belong to me."

He said it like I was fucking property.

"Belong to you?"

I frowned, closing the space separating my legs even though I ached between them.

"I don’t belong to anyone, Malachi. I was never yours, and I will never be yours."

"Unbuckle my belt, Alicia."

He said.

I gulped. I should run. I should stay away. But my hands reached out to unbuckle the thick, black leather wrapped around his waist.