Romances de Melanie Writes

Sebastian’s fingers stayed buried inside me even as Alexander’s footsteps grew louder on the stairs.“Sebastian?” Alexander’s voice carried clearly now. “Did you find her or not?”I panicked. My hand shot down under the water and wrapped around Sebastian’s wrist, trying to pull him away. He didn’t budge. If anything, his fingers curled deeper, pressing deliberately against that swollen spot that made my thighs tremble.“Don’t,” I whispered, desperate. “Please, just— take your hand out. He’s coming.”Sebastian leaned in closer, lips almost brushing my ear. His voice was low and rough with amusement and something darker.“Then tell me to stop.”I opened my mouth. Nothing came out except a shaky breath. His thumb resumed those slow circles over my clit while two fingers stroked inside me in a steady, filthy rhythm. Water lapped against my breasts with every small movement. I was so wet the bathwater felt useless; my own slickness coated his hand.“You’re dripping for your stepson,” he mu

“Lila?”Sebastian’s voice came from the bedroom, closer than before. I heard the soft creak of the floorboards as he moved around.“You up here?”I sat frozen in the tub, water still steaming around me, the broken half of the cucumber lodged deep inside. My fingers kept trying to reach it and failing. Every small movement made it shift against that sensitive spot and sent another unwanted spark of pleasure through me. My face burned with humiliation.“I’m… I’m in the bathroom,” I called out, voice higher than usual. “Just— just give me a minute.”There was a pause.Then the bathroom door handle turned.“Oh shit.” I had forgotten to lock it when I came back with the cucumber.Sebastian stepped in and stopped dead.His eyes went wide. For a second he just stared—at me naked in the tub, cheeks flushed, one hand still between my legs like I had been caught mid-act. The broken piece of cucumber was still half-visible in my other hand. The rest of it was very clearly still inside me.“Fuck,

The black dress I wore still smelled like the church.I sat in the back seat of Alexander’s car with my hands folded tightly in my lap, watching the familiar trees blur past the window. The funeral for my husband had ended less than an hour ago. People had hugged me, whispered the usual empty things, and then drifted away until only the three of us remained. Alexander drove. Sebastian sat in the passenger seat. Neither of them had said much since we left the cemetery.I should have felt only grief.Instead my body was doing something else entirely.It had started in the church, of all places. Alexander stood beside me during the final prayer, close enough that I kept catching the clean, expensive scent of his cologne. Every time he shifted, the sleeve of his black shirt brushed my arm. My skin had prickled. By the time we walked out into the sunlight my underwear was already damp, and the shame of it made my face hot.I had been married to their father for two years. He had been kind

My hands scrabbled at the desk. Victor didn’t stop. He bottomed out and stayed there, buried to the hilt inside his niece, letting me feel every inch.“Breathe,” he ordered, voice rough. “You’re taking it.”I tried. The burn slowly melted into something hotter. He pulled back and thrust again, still deep, still stretching me. Each stroke forced a sound out of me. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the office.“So fucking tight,” he muttered. “Your uncle’s cock is stretching this little pussy open and you’re dripping down my balls. Feel that?”I could only moan.He fucked me through the remaining burn, steady and deep, one hand gripping the thigh that was hooked over the desk to keep me spread. The other hand reached around and found my clit, rubbing in tight circles while he thrust. The dual sensation made my eyes roll.“Listen to how wet you are,” he said, voice low and filthy against my ear. “Taking your uncle’s cock like you were made for it. Three years of touching you

I could barely form the words. “You… you had your hand in my hair. You made me get on my knees. You told me to open my mouth.”Victor’s eyes flashed. His fingers thrust deeper.“And did you like that picture?”“Yes.”“Did you come thinking about sucking your uncle’s cock?”A broken moan was the only answer I could give. He took it as yes. His thumb rubbed tighter circles around my clit while his fingers kept stroking that same devastating place inside me.“You’re going to come again on your uncle’s fingers,” he said, voice low and certain. “Right here on my desk. And when you do, you’re going to say my name the way you’ve been thinking it. Not Uncle. Just Victor. Or Daddy. Your choice.”I nodded, already close.“Words, Nora.”“Yes,” I managed. “Yes, Uncle Victor I understand.”His fingers curled harder. His thumb rubbed tighter circles. The wet sounds of what he was doing to me filled the quiet office. I gripped the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles turned white, legs shaking on ei

My eyes stung with humiliation. I stared at the open collar of his shirt because looking at his face felt impossible.He tugged the waistband another fraction, pulling me even closer until my hips were almost against the desk between his legs. My hands had nowhere to go. I ended up gripping the edge of the desk on either side of his thighs just to stay upright.“If you lie to me again,” Victor said, still in that same low, even tone, “I am going to punish you. Severely. Do you understand?”The word *punish* landed straight between my legs. Another pulse of heat followed it. I was dripping now, the fabric of my panties clinging uncomfortably, and he was close enough that I was terrified he could tell.I nodded once, quick and shaky.“Use your words, Nora.”“Yes,” I whispered.He waited.My voice came out smaller the second time. “Yes… I understand.”Victor’s eyes moved over my face like he was reading every flushed inch of it. He still hadn’t raised his voice. He still looked completel