Deadly Game With My Husband's Brothers

~~PEYTON~~

Tonight, I want to sin.

Like, really sin.

I wear a dress that screams "fuck me." Deep cleavage, loose hair black as the night itself. The fabric clings to my every curve, like a second skin barely covering my thigh.

I wouldn't even dare touch my toes.

I put my makeup skills to good use, creating dark eyeliner that's sharp and defined, like a wildcat on a mission.

I even dared to wear four-inch heels-the kind of sky-high torture devices I usually avoid.

But today it's time to step out of my comfort zone.

Enough is enough. I won't get the shorter end of the stick this time.

I slip out of the dressing room, the sound of moans low and sensual filling the air.

My ears are itching, my blood boiling. But I must get past the exasperating scene-like I always do.

I step into the master bedroom, but I still can't help but feel this way-as if a dagger went through my heart.

There is my so-called husband breaking the damn rules.

Bringing one of his flings into my bed. My fucking bed.

This one is a blonde with long, silky hair sprawled all over the sheets. Her hands wrap around Odin's neck, digging in. Her legs wrap around his waist like a goddamn pig.

My fists clench by my side, but I don't move an inch.

Odin's weight presses against her, his lips on her cleavage sucking on them as if they were the sweetest berries he had ever tasted, drawing out a soft gasp that mingles with the low growl rumbling in his chest. His fingers caress her thigh, going up and up.

I can't stand this.

I bite my lips, anger flaring in me.

God help me.

"Odin," I whisper, but it is loud-almost like a thunderclap.

Odin's head snaps, his eyes growing wide.

The blonde yelps, scrambling backward until her back hits the headboard. Her breath heaves like she ran a marathon; I bet that hurt.

Good.

"Jesus, Pey. What are you doing here?!" he barks, his brow furrowing like I was the one who broke the deal.

I raise my eyebrow, pointing to my chest. "What am I doing here?"

Odin runs his hand through his hair as he sits up. "So you were in there all along? I thought you were in the other room..." He trails off, his eyes wandering over me-my feet, my thigh, my hair, my face.

"Why are you dressed like that? You look like a ghost."

I smirk, tasting bile on my tongue.

A ghost that will haunt you in your dreams.

But not now; he can enjoy himself while he lasts.

Six hours-that's all it will take for me to gather myself to act like a normal human being, because if I act now, telling him he broke the rules...

I swear to God I might shove his face down the toilet and make him eat his shit.

"Pey..." Odin's eyes narrow, a little weary