I nervously touched my arm.
My teary eyes looked helplessly at Ethan Roscente.
"Brother, I think it's better if I switch to a female trainer."
"Men and women should maintain proper boundaries."
"I feel somewhat embarrassed."
Although I really wanted to spend time with my brother.
Having him assist with postpartum recovery was just too shameful!
Unexpectedly, hearing my words, Ethan grabbed my wrist.
He pressed me against the doorframe.
His eyes burned with intense madness.
"Isabella Roscente, you suddenly remember there should be boundaries between men and women?!"
"I watched you grow up!"
"But you forgot all about me after getting a man."
"There wasn't a single day I didn't think about you."
My wrist turned red from his grip.
I was startled by his furious roar.
"Brother, please don't be like this."
"Don't be angry, okay?"
"I know you missed me..."
He harshly cut me off.
"No, you don't know!"
"I started learning this as soon as I found out you were pregnant."
"Just to wait for you here."
"Mom signed you up for this place because of me!"
My mind went completely blank.
My expression turned dazed.
What did that mean?!
Before I could process it, he lifted both my hands above my head with one hand.
His long, pale fingers gripped my chin.
Then warm pressure touched my lips.
Gentle licks and slow bites.
Scalding heat moved to my earlobe and neck.
My body felt weak and limp.
I could only whimper with reddened eyes.
"Let me go!"
Finally finding an opening, I bit his lip hard.
I慌乱ly tried to run away.
But he grabbed my waist.
His legs pinned me against the corner.
His other hand slowly stroked down my spine.
Strange electric currents spread through my entire body.
For a moment, I almost lost control!
My shirt lost two buttons from the struggle.
It revealed my fair, beautiful collarbone.
Ethan nibbled暧昧ly on my neck.
"Isabella, you're enjoying this too, right?"
"I'm much better than that useless drunk you call a husband."
Daniel Anderson was my husband's name.
His fingers were calloused.
Those long, thick fingers traced patterns on my collarbone.
Was I enjoying this?
Perhaps Ethan was right...
His clean, masculine scent overwhelmed me.
He was very skilled at kissing.
His low, husky voice repeatedly called my name in my ear.
My mind grew hazy from his teasing.
With damp, reddened eyes, I pushed against him.
"Ethan Roscente, you must be crazy..."
"Don't forget, you're my brother!"
"Snap out of it!"
He just smiled indifferently.
He stopped his movements.
His gaze burned as he looked at me.
"Now, let's begin."
What else was he going to do? I looked at him in terror.
The next second, he pushed me down forcefully.
I fell onto the yoga ball.
My dark long hair spilled around my neck.
My clothes were in disarray.
"Isabella, you just gave birth."
"You need proper recovery."
"I studied for a year for this day, just for you."
"Leave your recovery to your brother for the coming period."
My brother's scent washed over me.
Only then did I understand.
He hadn't been avoiding me?
He had been planning this all along.
But I'm already married.
I even have a child.
What if my husband finds out?
The more I thought, the more frightened I became.
My cheeks flushed red.
My almond-shaped eyes filled with misty tears.
"Brother, stop this now!"
But Ethan completely ignored my pleas.
His powerful arms easily held me down on the yoga ball.
Impatiently, he reached out and stroked my calf.
He mocked lightly, "Stop? Impossible!"
While speaking, he nibbled my earlobe.
"Little sister, look in the mirror."
"See what you're doing with your brother."
I bit my lush, red lips.
I desperately tried to suppress any strange sounds.
Especially when seeing this scene in the mirror.
A shameful sense of immorality made me want to hide.
I didn't dare imagine what expression my husband would have seeing this!
The more I thought, the more terrified and uneasy I felt.
I trembled with fear.
"Please, brother, let me go. Okay?"
Ethan suddenly stopped.
He smiled playfully.
"Beg me?"
But I felt an unexpected emptiness...
I had to admit, I didn't dislike Ethan's touch.
Instead, I felt some anticipation and desire...
"That won't do."
"I'll take full responsibility for your postpartum recovery!"
"Now begins the first lesson."
"You need to learn how to use your strength."
My whole body trembled.
He said, "Now I'll probe."
"You try to use the yoga ball's support."
"Clench tightly."
Probe?
A flicker of confusion appeared in my dazed eyes.
What probe?!
Before I could ask, Ethan smirked mischievously.
Then those rough hands slowly lifted my skirt.
Like nimble little snakes, they wandered freely across my tender skin.