3: Wild Thoughts

Elena’s POV

Why do forbidden things taste sweeter?

Like melted caramel—sweet, dangerous, yet impossible to resist.

Some wild part of us still wants a taste. Just once. Until we realize we’re trapped.

That’s how my addiction to my dad’s best friend started.

I bet sometimes you’ve imagined how the world would be if Eve hadn't taken that greedy bite… Just maybe your dirty soul will be saved. Well, I’m sorry, because for Dominic Mercer, I’d take a greedy bite. Again. And again, until I drag the world into my darkness.

Lust in filth.

Too far from salvation.

And until you burn with me, spirit and soul.

“Ahhh…” I slide in a finger.

Teasing myself.

Warming up before the explosion.

My eyes blink, breath cut sharply, stuck in my throat.

Slowly, I circle inside my body with a finger, enjoying the little dirty ride.

My body opens up, taking me in in greedy gulps.

“Yes…” I groan and clutch my throat with my second hand, roleplaying being choked by Dominic.

His big rough hand chokes me, punishing me for being gentle.

Then I release my grasp and suck in the humid air stuck in my small room. A short bitch laugh escapes my lips when my eyes lock with the crawling cum.

“You want a fucking whore, daddy?” I bite my bottom lip and moan. “Watch me.”

I stay on one knee while I pin my other foot to the ground, good enough to spread out my legs. My eyes don't leave the portrait as if staring into his deep eyes.

“I wanna be your little bad girl…” I push in the second finger, then the third, roughly jamming in and out of my body.

I gasp nonstop.

My body jerks in intense vibration.

Every rough thrust in and out of my body has me groaning… my cunt is bruised.

Baby red.

Like a squashed cherry with the juice yet to be sucked.

“Please…” I blink back tears when the fourth finger goes in!

“Ah!” I pause, catching air in between my madness. “Oh, fuck! Fuck me… please…”

I sob, shaking like a leaf.

My thighs are trembling.

Fingers are soaked and heavy.

It's hard keeping all four in, not when I feel my muscles weak and stretch out, taking the form of the whore I wished for.

But I don't stop…

His cum is now at the base of the portrait, almost dropping down.

I pull closer and steady myself for a series of intense fucking.

“You like what you see, huh?” I shove in and out!

Lord! I'm panting.

My breath is heavy, labored.

I feel heat engulf me, spreading all over my body, pooling beneath my skin like magma.

My fingers act before I can even think straight, or decently take in air.

“Your little Elena, splayed wide and dripping for you…”

I continue fucking, not stopping for a moment even though I want to curl and convulse.

“Pussy in need of your cock, Daddy…” I gulp in air, too close.

Too damn close to climax.

My shaky fingers slam in ruthlessly.

My thighs clench, squeezing against my cunt, drilling more wetness as I leak like a rag doll.

“Use me… Take me… Break me…” I arch my neck, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and my soul desperately yearns for the wild pleasure about to wreck me.

Then it drops!

His fucking thick cum drops on me… just in time as my thumb grazes my sensitive clit.

That tiny thump of his cum and the clash of my thumb to my clit sets me ablaze.

I explode, giving in to the rough hands of climax.

My soaked fingers slip off my body, glistening with filth.

I curl like a reptile, convulsing hard, trembling so rough that my skin feels sore.

Another drop drives me to hell, causing me to jolt nonstop, so my body hisses out the last drop of my creampie.

“Please…” I break into a sob.

It's the reality that comes after the madness.

Everything starts mocking me. My fifth heartbreak, a relationship I couldn't keep because the only man who dares make me wet is my dad’s best friend.

For Blake, I tried to make it work, so much so that I took a portrait to his house and lied to him about it being a reckless purchase. I had hoped that whenever we made love, the drawing would make me wet and work magic.

Instead, it felt like I was cheating with Blake, like I was an unfairhful slut undeserving of pleasure.

For what seems like ten minutes, I remain still on the cold floor, catching my breath in bits.

When the coldness starts biting into my skin like frost, I roll on my side and crawl to where I dropped my purse. I need to know what time it is. Well, I need to get out of here regardless. It's already too late.

I take out my phone, not expecting to see thirty missed calls from Sophie.

‘Is… Is everything okay?’ I'm scared. It's easy to have bumps creep along my skin since I’m cold. ‘You know Sophie and being too caring.’ I try to shake off the eerie feeling but I can't help it.

She picks up my call on the first ring. Her voice is shaky, sad. “Ive been trying to call you.” She sniffles.

Now, the bad feeling takes over.

My heart is beating too loudly.

I try to find my voice in the void. “What happened?”

“It's mum…” She says after what seems like forever. “I think mum is dead.”