Free Resisting the Billionaire Collection by Drew Sinclair Page B

what.
    Tahiti? What a ridiculous story! Probably
they were both lying and they were on some small private beach
somewhere in California.
    "Please." They begged.
    "Melanie, you have to believe us, we just
want to take care of you. That's all."
    "That's right, Melanie. Look, we don't know
each other that long but you have to trust me..."
    "Stop right there." She said firmly. "First
off, I need to know who is who."
    "I'm Alex." One of them shouted, still on
his knees his chest heaving with anxious desire.
    "No he's not, for God's sake Melanie, I
don't know what game he's playing, but this is my brother
Sebastian." He put one big hand to his brother's chest and pushed
him back.
    "Get your hands off me, little bro." The
other one said.
    "I'm not your little bro, little bro." He
pushed him back harder, but this time his twin wasn't willing to
accept the indignity, grabbed his brother’s arms, and pulled him to
the ground. They began to wrestle in the sand before her, taut,
bronzed muscles glinting in the tropical sun as they struggled with
each other.
    Melanie was mesmerized. She didn't know
whether to cry or thank the Mother Goddess for taking her to
Paradise Island. The truth was she could have watched them all day
and to her surprise she could feel a rising heat in her loins,
spreading out into her thighs. This was something she had never
done before, never even imagined: a ringside seat at a sweaty
wrestling match between two Greek gods on a tropical desert island,
fighting over her!
    Her mouth dropped open as she watched them
strain their muscles against one another. She had to stop it.
    "That's enough." She said, but they ignored
her. By now, one of them had gotten on top and was pushing his
brother's hands into the sand. She stood over them but they paid no
attention to her. The one on top was slowly, inexorably pushing the
others arms down.
    "Don't even try, little bro. You know I've
always been able to take you down. Don't make me hurt you."
    The brother underneath flashed an angry gaze
at Melanie, obviously stung and humiliated to be bested in front of
her. Her heart flashed with desire. Although both were beautiful,
she felt for the defeated one. She had to help him. She put her
flimsy arms to the powerful fists of the dominant brother and
uselessly tried to force them back.
    The defeated brother shouted. "No Melanie,
don't! I need to do this myself." But he couldn't and he was
losing. Inevitably, his arms grew weaker, and his brother grinned
above him.
    "I don't want to do this little bro, you
know I don't. But at least Melanie now knows which one of us is the
stronger one. Just say the word and I'll let you go like I always
do."
    The bested brother continued struggling and
his desperation was pitiful to watch, but also powerfully arousing
to his one-woman audience. He was struggling for her and for her
alone, pitting all his manhood and risking his pride against his
brother to prove himself to her. She felt guilty as she became wet
watching the spectacle. Every inch that his strong arms sank to the
ground, she felt a wave of pleasure rise. This man, whomever he
was, wanted her more than anything else in the world and was
willing to risk humiliation to prove it.
    "Stop." She said softly -- too softly to
make a difference. She waited. Melanie had the crazy feeling that
when his arms reached the ground she was going to… No. Ridiculous,
impossible. Yet she felt ripe for it, primed, as though she had
climaxed recently. However, that was ridiculous too. She knew it
had been months since she was able to find the release of orgasm.
Her clit had begun to forget what pleasure and ecstasy felt
like.
    She watched the arms go lower and drank in
the vision. The humiliated brother and the dominant one, the
victor, defeating his own sibling for her, the savage glint in his
eye as he fought in order to claim her. What would he do once the
battle was won? Claim the spoils of victory? Was that what she was?
A prize at a wrestling