Things didn't go right for Liora,she returned home and couldn't even eat more than four spoons from her meal. She locked herself in the room thinking of what she is going to do now he rejected her,does this mean he hates his brother? Why didn't he consider the fact that his brother will live with this as the only hope.

The following day,Dashiell finished a few meetings with some top clients, and his secretary informed him his next schedule was to see his younger brother at the hospital.

He arrived at the hospital and watched his brother who looked a bit bright despite being in pain, he managed to say a few words to him, "Brother,I will be a father soon!!" the only words he could say at that moment.

"Congratulations!!" He said briefly.

He didn't waste any more time immediately after he finished seeing the doctors in charge. He took note of his mother having a phone conversation talking about Liora pregnancy with excitement.

He returned to the office and saw Liora still waiting for him.

He gave a deadly glare to the others that came in with him to give him some privacy. Dashiel was someone with no emotions,he cares about his brother but his cold nature has eaten the best of him already.

"Do you want your younger brother to die?" Liora braces herself up just to face him.

"He is your only brother and you are going to let him die? All I ask for is for you to give me a child."

He kept her mute, walked to the fridge in his office,he brought out a bottle of whiskey and took a shot of it.

Liora thinking of her dying husband at the hospital gave her more hopes not to quit now,she got this and won't leave without him accepting. She took out a box from her bag. Inside was a ruby given by her mother-in-law Fiammetta during their wedding. Fiammetta had always favored Leander and had given him a unique red ruby, saying it was meant to be passed down through generations and given to Liora's future daughter-in-law.

"This is for you." She approached the desk quickly as Dashiell sat down. She opened the box and placed the red ruby on the table, "I know this request is absurd, I know... but I have no other options, I can only... I can only do this... Please, brother..."

Dashiell stared at the ruby on the table, his emotions hard to discern.

The ruby passed down through the Abernathy family was unique, and Fiammetta's favoritism towards Leander had reached an extreme. Even though it was Dashiell who had built up the Abernathy family's fortune, all her affection was given to Leander. Liora loved Leander to the bone, and she was willing to do this unethical thing for him.

He suddenly wondered what expression Fiammetta would make if she found out the truth.

"Let's play a game!"

Liora was confused,this was a serious issue and all he could say after all her talking was for them to play a game.

"What game?"

"Say yes master I want to play."Dashiell looked at Liora, his pitch-black gaze seemingly substantial, piercing straight into her heart, "Yes Master,I want to play,I am ready to do anything as long as you consider my request.."

"You have five minutes,turn me on!!"

He seemed to be teasing her on purpose.

But Liora saw no hint of jest in his face.

She was pleading for something, with no room for negotiation. He also set a time limit, only giving her five minutes to arouse him. Her brain was suppressed by the time constraint, unable to release even the excess embarrassment and tension. She hesitated for a few seconds and then moved in front of him.

Dashiell sat in his office chair. Even in a relaxed posture, he still emanate an undeniable sense of oppression. His two long legs, encased in suit trousers, bent, the firm muscles beneath clearly outlined through the thin fabric.

She knelt down and reached for the zipper of his trousers.

She rarely did this kind of thing. Most of her intimate moments with Leander were initiated by him. Kissing, hugging, touching – he provided ample foreplay, tenderly and meticulously attending to all her feelings. Even when she offered to perform oral sex on him, he always declined, out of concern for her feelings.

As soon as her fingers touched his trousers, Dashiell brushed her hand away, perhaps only her index finger had made contact. His body temperature was much higher than hers; his fingertips were warm, but his voice was icy cold: "Pleasure yourself."

"What?" Liora looked at him in confusion, thinking he wanted her to help him with oral sex.

But that wasn't the case.

Pleasure herself?

How?

She looked at him, almost in disbelief. His features were sharp, his skin cold and pale. The motion of tilting his face accentuated his straight and handsome jawline. His pupils were dark, but his emotions seemed light. His thin lips moved, and his textured voice carried a hint of mockery, "How on earth did you seduce my brother into marrying you?Don't you know how to seduce men?" She felt hurt by his statement but there is no room to argue with him.

Understanding what he meant, a minute had passed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, removing her long skirt, followed by her pure white underwear. Initially feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable, under Dashiell's indifferent gaze, she slowly released her hands again, forcing herself to calmly remove her panties.

Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, a strand falling over her chest, vaguely revealing a pink tip in the center of her breast. Her breasts were peach-shaped, full and round, glowing white. The tender flesh of her breasts swayed with the movement of her removing her panties.

She had a great figure, curvy in the right places, a slim waist, and long legs. Her legs were exceptional, straight and slender. Even her toes were exquisitely beautiful. Although she wore no nail polish, her natural pink nails made her feet look exceptionally appealing.

After removing her panties, she covered her lower body with her hand, residual shame taking over. She closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself, and finally removed her hand. She was naturally hairless, and her clean lower body revealed a reddish slit between her tightly closed legs.

There was no time.

Liora recalled her intimate moments with Leander, imagining the man sitting opposite her was Leander. She slowly reached out with one hand, grasping her breast and began to rub it. With her other hand, she touched herself, forcing herself to approach Dashiell and get closer to him.

She perched on her tiptoes on his desk, opened her legs and stepped onto his office chair, exposing herself completely. She then lightly touched herself with her finger, gathering some wetness and spreading it along her pussy.

Her body felt nothing, just mechanically rubbing her flesh.

Until Dashiell raised his wrist to check his watch, "One minute left."

Liora finally tensed up, fearing the opportunity would slip away. In her haste, she sat on Dashiell's lap. His hand was against her inner thigh. She tried to move away, but in her attempt to avoid his hand, she unknowingly shifted her hips, positioning herself against his hand.

Dashiell felt a warm, damp sensation on his palm. Liora moved her hips, rubbing against his hand as she leaned on his shoulders with her hands, her eyes inevitably meeting his dark, deep eyes.

That's when the pleasure hit.

Dashiell's thumb brushed against her sensitive spot, and the coldness of his wristwatch followed by the warmth made her body respond. He rubbed a few times, and soon her wetness coated his entire palm. As Dashiell pulled his hand away, she urgently grabbed it, panting, "Brother..."

She should be begging him to give her a baby, or not to take his hands off her. She felt so ashamed because she was about to commit a grave sin,having sex with her husband's elder brother.

"Forty seconds left!!"

Liora's heart fluttered, and not caring anymore, she grabbed Dashiell's right hand and pressed it against her breasts. As she repositioned herself in the palm of his left hand, unprecedented nervousness and panic made her movements unruly. She shrugged twice and then stopped, grabbing his fingers and standing them up. Slowly, her thin, narrow pussy pressed against one of his fingers.

Her vagina was hot, wet, and tight. With only one finger inside, she frowned with difficulty.

Their bodies were close together, and their lines of sight inevitably collided. She looked into his eyes without hiding. She wanted to say, "Please have sex with me once," but she couldn't get the words out. Seeing that time was running out, she urgently called out to him again, "Brother..."

Oddly enough, Dashiell was reacting at that moment. He even raised his eyebrows a few times imperceptibly.

The crotch encased in his suit trousers bulged and swelled with unstoppable speed. Liora felt the searing heat through it. She didn't reach out to probe, but it was obvious to the naked eye that Dashiell was aroused.

The crotch was stretched into a noticeable bulge.

"Can you consider my request now?" She didn't fidget, still with his finger inside her, and she looked straight at him when she asked, not blinking.

Dashiell didn't show any emotional changes on his face, even when aroused. His extreme three-dimensional skeletal profile gave him a strong sense of aggression. When he raised his eyes slightly, the oppressive feeling forced Liora to hold her breath.

"Yes, but I'll set the rules."

From the moment she made this choice, Liora had no room for maneuver. As long as Dashiell agreed, she was unconditionally willing to do whatever he asked. In her mind, Leander's life was more important than anything else.

She let out a shallow breath, allowing her previously tense nerves to relax a little before she spoke, "Go ahead,state your rules."

He spanked her ass hard making her scream,"When you speak to me,add master."

"Yes master,state your rules!" She got frightened but didn't show it.

"In bed, obey me in every way." Dashiell pulled his finger out of her, his fingertips stained with her wetness. He looked askance at the wetness, his eyelids flicking up, his tone carrying an imperious commanding tone, "Anytime, anywhere, on call, until you get pregnant and then you can end the rules."

Liora's purpose was to get pregnant, and she nodded without objection, "Yes Master."

"Now bark like a dog!!" He gave his order.

At first, she thought he was joking, what kind of a man is he?

He smacked her giving her the same order and she was left with no other choice but to bark like a dog.

"That's my puppy!!" He gave an evil smirk enjoying her view from the back.

"Come closer!"

She obeyed without arguing and he fingered her for about a minute. He smeared the wetness from his fingertips over her waist. His cold dark eyes looked askance at her, his voice low, "Lick it."

At this moment, Liora realised what he meant by "bed obedience." It turned out he is dominant so she has to be submissive, "Once I get pregnant, this will all be over." She encouraged herself mentally.

She looked down at Dashiell's bulging crotch and reached out to unbuckle his belt. Dashiell's body was well-practised from years of indoor fitness. Her fingers inadvertently touched his belly; it felt firm. The moment she pulled down his trousers, it revealed a small slice of tight musculature.

Plain black briefs encased a rather spectacularly shaped erection in the centre.

Liora's fingers rested on the edge of the briefs, gently pulling them down. His pubic hair was cleanly shaved, his genitals completely exposed. She looked up with some surprise, just in time to meet Dashiell's eyes. His expression was still indifferent, his pupils dark as a pool.

"Give me the hungry look on your face!"

"Yes, master." She bites her lips showing the expression of someone hungry for his dick.

With a sexually cold face, but this thing underneath...

It was extremely hot.

Before this, Liora had only seen Leander's penis, with its pink glans and considerable size. She didn't have much of a reference to compare it to. However, the one in front of her made a stronger impression. The moment it burst out of Dashiell's underwear, only one word flashed through Liora's mind: shocking.

She gestured vaguely with her hand, knowing deep down that she couldn't even bring herself to touch it.

Sitting on her knees between Dashiell's legs, she reached down and circled his penis as if it were red-hot iron. Her palms tingle from the heat; the shaft was too thick for her to circle with one hand. She tentatively licked it.

She continued to hypnotise herself, telling herself it was Leander's penis. She was telling herself she was with Leander.

Her licking movements became familiar. From the glans to the base, she licked meticulously. The tip of her tongue swept over every inch of him. Pre-ejaculatory fluid seeped from the tip, and she hesitated before taking the glans into her mouth, swallowing it inch by inch.

Liora was pinned and struggled. The object in her throat pressed so hard against her that she could barely breathe. She gripped the arms of her office chair, unable to speak before Dashiell grabbed her long hair, forcing her head onto the desk. He then stood, one hand on the desk for support, holding her head in place, pushing further.

"Oooo..." Liora was in pain.

It felt as though her throat was being pierced.

The back of her head repeatedly struck the desk.

When released, she sat on her knees, coughing and struggling to catch her breath.

Dashiell undid his tie, pulled her up, tied her wrists with the tie, and then positioned her on her back in front of the desk. He pressed her hands above her head onto the desk.

Still coughing, she was pulled up by the waist as Dashiell positioned himself behind her and entered her forcefully.

"Oooh ......"

"Moan for me, say the word!!" He commanded her, still hitting her ass continuously, it became so red as she had no other option but to bear the pain.

"Yes master, oh!! Oooh!"

Liora lay prostrate on the desk, not crying, not begging for mercy, just forcing herself to obey his order, as if undergoing a kind of torture, her conscious mind resisting, her body catering.

He tugged at the collar buttons and pressed her lower back vigorously against the desk, his lower belly slamming ferociously.

The computer screen reflected her miserable appearance at the moment, both hands were forced to clasp and press behind her head, two lines of wet tears hung on her white face, she was biting her lip so hard that her lips had already seen blood, her nose was red, the hot tears encased in her eyes crashed and flew out with the movement of his pumping.

Dashiell's impression of Liora is very faint, women are nothing but beauty and ugliness in his eyes, Liora belongs to the category of beauty, but it is not stunning, it is just that the temperament of her body is cool and gentle, and makes her face present a kind of beauty of age.

Dashiel recalled the first time he met Liora with his younger brother, she was so boring, and wondered what her brother saw in her to wife her, and yet, at the moment, this boring woman was biting his cock to the point of arousal.

Liora didn't know why, but Dashiell was fucking harder and harder.

He thrust violently and violently for dozens of strokes, right up to the point where she came with a shuddering orgasm in her loins and belly, her lust dripping down the centre of her legs to the floor.

Liora gasped for breath, physical tears still in her eyes as she was placed in a kneeling position with Dashiell's arms around her waist, her arms clasped around the back of her neck, her legs bent up in a kneeling position, exposing her fleshy red buttocks.

Dashiell reached for the strap and tied her left leg to the arm of the office chair, the cold strap brushed against her skin and Liora shivered down the back of her spine at the coolness, she took her hand off the back of her head and put it in front of her face to look at it, the tie was tied in a dead knot and her wrists were red from the abrasion and the pain of the fire.

She only had time to blow into her wrists before both arms were yanked open by Dashiell and wrapped around the entire back of the chair.

The position was odd, she was sitting on her knees in the office chair with her arms wrapped around the back, her wrists were tied in a dead knot with her tie while her left leg was still strapped to the armrest with a belt.

Sexing with Leander, he never did that to her.

Liora was in a trance for a moment, images of sex with Leander flashing through her mind, he would kiss her, he would stroke her all over, lick her ear, and say wife, make me a baby.

The images in her mind interrupt, she can't see the man behind her moving, the only thing in her sight is the glass-walled cabinet behind her desk with all the honours Dashiell has won.

-- Award for Most Influential Person in Foreign Trade

--Special Dedication Award for Italian Philanthropy

--Vice President of the Spanish Jewellery and Jade Industry Association

She scanned through them in a single glance, and before she could see the fourth one, his sex plunged in, and her vision suddenly went haywire as the long, thick sex stabbed her to the bottom, and she was so aroused that her scalp went numb, and a muffled grunt was forced out of the back of her throat.

Dashiell pinched her thin waist, pumping and thrusting inside her.

She couldn't move a muscle as her hands were hooped to the back of the chair, her left leg was bound with a belt, and her right leg was held down by Dashiell.

Liora was going crazy as she was being fucked, she bit her lip but still grunted a trilling cry out of her nose.

The phone rang suddenly, Liora's nerves tightened, her pussy contracted violently from the tension, and almost immediately she heard a short low gasp from behind her, followed by a rush of hot liquid pouring into her body.

Dashiell had finally cum.

Dashiell unbuckled the belt.

Liora leaned back in the chair for a full minute before pulling her hands back from the chair's backrest. Her wrists were rubbed purple, and she turned to look at her left leg. Because it was trapped on the armrest, her left leg had a blood mark from being constricted.

Kneeling on her knees was both numb and painful. She carefully stood up, and the semen inside her began to flow down. She quickly sat back in the chair.

Her phone started ringing, she was too weak to even try and grab her handbag to bring out her phone, she had no idea who was calling, maybe her mom was trying to reach her again to talk her out of her marriage with her husband.

Dashiell walked to the sofa and unzipped her bag, "You don't have to get my bag."

"I insist, you are my puppy and I am your master!"

"But!!"

He took out the phone from her bag and saw it was a call from Fiammetta.

"I guess my mother has noticed your absence in the house." He gave an evil impression and her heart started beating, what had she gotten herself into?

"Don't answer it, I beg of you!!" She pleases but Without hesitation, he swipes to answer.

TBC

He places the phone on his ear and Fiammetta speaks immediately thinking the phone was answered by her daughter-in-law."Liora, where are you?"

Learning about Liora's pregnancy, she hired a nutritionist, tonight, for the first time, she didn't stay at the hospital. She went to buy some nutritional supplements and didn't see Liora when she got home. Worried that she might have an accident being less than three months pregnant, she called to ask her whereabouts.

"She is here with me," Dashiell's voice was a bit hoarse. His suit jacket was missing, leaving only a black shirt. He had unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a more prominent Adam's apple than an average man.

He wasn't wearing pants, and his strong and straight legs stood in front of the sofa. His genitalia hadn't completely softened yet.

Having just fucked his sister-in-law, he answered his mother's call and told her that his sister-in-law was with him.

Liora didn't know what the conversation was all about since the phone was on speaker, she didn't know what Fiammetta was asking about.

She just heard him say, "Okay." Then the call ended.

"What did she say?" Liora was startled by her voice when she spoke, her throat felt strained, and her voice was only a whisper.

Dashiell handed her the phone.

With both wrists tied, she couldn't even unlock the phone. She held up her hands, hoping Dashiell would help. But he had already left for the bathroom. She could only place the phone on the sofa, lower her head to unlock it, and then check the call log, she contemplated if she should call her back or not.

She was puzzled over what Dashiell had said, not understanding why he said that, and even less clear about what Fiammetta said on the phone before the call abruptly ended.

But one thing was certain, Fiammetta must not have suspected anything.

She searched around and couldn't find scissors, so she bit the knot open. Her released wrists throbbed with a burning pain. She rubbed her wrists and then her left leg, and it was only then that she noticed the clear five-finger mark on her waist.

Dashiell was more aggressive in bed than Leander, and he lasted a long time. If not for this call, she wondered how much longer he would take to ejaculate.

Liora sat on the sofa, looking down at her belly, praying silently in her heart, hoping to conceive a baby tonight.

A baby with Leander.

However, what Liora doesn't know is that the moment she makes a deal with the devil, her life will take a different destiny.

The floor in front of the office desk, including the chair, was covered with water stains.

Liora gritted her teeth to put on her skirt. She then wiped the floor's moisture with tissue. The lewd smell hit her nose directly, and she couldn't believe she had produced so much fluid.

She tossed the wet tissues into the trash can and turned to see Dashiell, who had somehow come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel around his waist.

She wanted to start a conversation with him but she was speechless, she was so curious to know what he talked about with his mom.

"Our agreement will remain a secret right?" She finally said the question and he gave her a short response saying, "It depends."

He walked straight to the office desk and dialled the intercom, saying, "Come in."

"Is he inviting someone in now? Oh my gosh, this isn't right! What should I do?" She mumbled.

Finlo on the other end of the phone responded immediately, "Yes."

In just three seconds, the office door opened, and Finlo, dressed in a black suit, stood in front of the desk without looking away, awaiting Dashiell's instructions.

"Take her downstairs," Dashiell turned and walked towards the inner room. Catching a glimpse of the water stains on the floor, he softly instructed, "Have this place cleaned up at once ."

"Yes,"

"Mrs Liora, please come with me." Finloa requested politely.

"Okay, lead the way!" she said in an embarrassing tone hoping the ground could just open up and swallow her.

Liora didn't know if Finlo had noticed anything, but she felt so embarrassed that she almost didn't dare to make eye contact with anyone. She couldn't even lift her head in front of the elevator and stared at the ground until Finlo handed her a cup of warm water.

"Have this, it will help."

"Thank you..." She spoke with a hoarse voice.

"You are welcome, kindly wait here, I will be back."

"Okay!" Finlo took his leave and she started feeling guilty thinking of her husband at the hospital, "It's worth it, I am doing it for him."

Finlo brought back a box of throat lozenges and handed one to Liora.

He said nothing but seemed to know everything.

Liora felt as if she had been stripped naked in front of everyone. Thinking that someone would come to clean the office soon, her embarrassment was obvious. She hesitantly took the lozenge from Finlo and popped one into her mouth, relieved to see no gossip or mocking expression from Finlo.

The driver had been waiting in the parking lot. Seeing Liora approach, he quickly got out of the car and opened the back door.

After Liora got in the car, Finlo bent down to hand her a business card: "You can call me if you need anything."

Liora took it and nodded. She didn't think she would need Finlo's help in the future, but she still smiled gratefully at him saying, "Thank you."

"Stay safe.." Finlo added before they drove off.

Fiammetta wasn't home. The nutritional supplements she bought were all placed in the living room. As soon as Liora entered, the new family nutritionist came over to introduce herself, "Hello, Mrs. Liora, I'm Thalassa Vermillion. You can just call me Thalassa."

"Hello," Liora's throat was still sore, but her voice was now audible. She had taken two lozenges in the car, and they seemed to be effective.

Sable, hearing the commotion, also came out to greet her, "Welcome home ma'am, Should we eat now or later?"

"Let's wait a bit. Where's my mother-in-law?" Liora looked around and didn't see Fiammetta, she hoped she didn't find out about what transpired with her elder son.

"Mrs. Fiammetta went to the hospital. She said she's worried about Mr. Leander being alone there and she was also worried about you."

"Okay, thank you for the information." Liora felt relieved to hear this news.

She didn't eat much for dinner. Under the nutritionist's recommendation, she also had a cup of hot milk. Back in her second-floor bedroom, she took a bath and felt weak and sore, even a bit swollen.

When she cleaned herself, she gently touched it, luckily it wasn't very painful.

After finally finishing her bath, she dried herself and her hair. She opened her mouth to look in the mirror and found several cuts on the inside of her lips from biting. She applied medicine and also rubbed some medicinal oil on her wrists.

After tidying up, she returned to bed, feeling too exhausted to keep her eyes open.

Leander's pyjamas were still on the bed. Since his accident, she had been sleeping with it every night, as if she were holding Leander himself. "I miss you so much Leander, I miss you and I am sorry!! Forgive me, I have no choice, please." she cried and slept off in the process.

She slept deeply. The phone rang for the third time before she suddenly woke up, pulling the phone from under her pillow.

It was 5:03 in the morning, and the caller was Dashiell.

Her heart raced for some reason, perhaps due to the sudden wake-up or maybe because it wasn't yet dawn.

"Hello..." She slid to answer, her voice raspy from just waking up.

Dashiell's voice sounded unusually deep in the darkness: "Come over now." He ended the call.