Chapter 3

In the darkness, I crashed into a scorching, naked embrace.

His hard chest pressed directly against my breasts. I instinctively twisted my waist and hips, trying to back away, but my body trembled as if electrocuted.

My nipples grazed his skin and hardened instantly.

Just as a scream was about to escape my lips, a large, rough hand covered my mouth from behind.

Another large hand cupped my breast from the front, pulling me fully into his embrace.

His hot breath sprayed against my neck. My heart hammered in my throat, my mind a chaotic mess, thinking it was an intruder.

My body struggled instinctively, but his strength was overwhelming, pinning me so I couldn't move.

"It's me, Emma. Don't scream," Liam whispered. "I just finished showering, and you ran right into me."

Hearing a familiar voice, I calmed down immediately, the panic receding, but my heart soon raced again because our position was far too intimate.

His body was pressed tight against my back, his member grinding against my ass through his pants. It was rock hard, making my hole contract instantly and intensifying the emptiness inside.

The agitation of my heat made my whole body burn, the itch inside my hole feeling like fire.

Embarrassed, I stopped struggling and tried to pull my nightgown down, but it was too short, only covering to the top of my thighs, leaving half my ass cheeks exposed to the cool air, which stimulated my labia.

He chuckled low. "Emma, what are you doing up in the middle of the night? That toy of yours isn't exactly quiet."

His voice was teasing, his eyes sweeping over my lower body in the dark. I blushed to the roots of my ears, knowing he had heard the buzzing.

The urge to pee grew more urgent, my bladder aching, but I clamped my legs together trying to hold it.

That movement shifted the vibrator, hitting my G-spot and nearly making me cry out.

My vaginal walls twitched, releasing a gush of hot fluid that ran down my inner thigh.

He didn't let go; his hand was still kneading my breast, his palm covering the mound and squeezing the nipple hard.

Each squeeze sent pleasure straight to my brain, making the emptiness and itch deep in my womb even worse.

I was conflicted inside; this was Ethan's brother, I couldn't continue.

But his touch was too direct, his Alpha pheromones enveloping me, making the desire of my heat surge like a tidal wave.

The urge to pee and the pleasure mixed together. "Liam, let me go," I pleaded softly. "I need to use the bathroom."

But my voice was weak, barely a breath.

He didn't stop. His palm kneaded my butt cheek, squeezing inward. "Were you calling my name in the bedroom earlier? It sounds like you need your brother-in-law's help."

His fingers explored down the crack of my ass, gently scraping the edge of my labia.

My whole body shuddered, my nub swollen and throbbing. My mind involuntarily pictured his member—so big, so thick. If it slid inside, it would stretch me to my limit and fuck me until I was drained.

The emptiness made my face flush and my heart race, my body itching more and more.

I bit my lip, trying to stay lucid, but his hand moved to cup my other breast, kneading it deliberately, his thumb flicking the nipple repeatedly.

I couldn't help but make a sound, trembling all over. The pleasure of having my breasts played with made my lust uncontrollable.

My nipples were hard and aching; every tug felt like an electric shock traveling to my hole, making the emptiness inside even stronger.

I desperately suppressed my desire and moved carefully, trying to break free from his embrace.

But my legs were jelly, so I had to lean on him for support. As I lifted my body, his member pressed right against my intimate area.

The thick head pressed directly against my labia through his pants and my nightgown.

Back and forth, instead of breaking free, the friction against my sensitive parts made my bones go soft, and I could barely stand.

I knew this was incredibly wrong, but the agitation of my heat wrung a low moan from me. My hips arched back involuntarily, meeting his movements.

My mind was full of images: him pinning me against the sink, spanking my ass—painful but pleasurable—then using that giant thing to stab inside and fuck me until I screamed.

Holding back my pee brought tears to my eyes, but the desire was stronger. I panted, "Liam, don't do this, we can't..."

But my words were cut off by his kneading. His fingers pinched my nipple and pulled hard.

Pleasure shot straight to my womb, making my legs so weak I almost fell to my knees.

Liam kneaded my breasts a few more times. My sweaty body was hypersensitive, on the verge of collapse from the tingling stimulation.

I begged him to stop. "Please, let me go, I'm going to pee myself."

But Liam turned a deaf ear to my pleas. He reached down and found me soaking wet, his fingers sliding right under my nightgown to touch my labia. "Your body says otherwise. So wet, so hot, your hole is practically dripping."

His fingers were thick, skillfully kneading my nub. Every press made my whole body tremble, the emptiness and itch in my hole intensifying to the breaking point.

I couldn't help but moan, then begged him to let me go back to my room. "Liam, stop, we're family..." But my voice sounded like a moan of pleasure.

He smirked and slapped my ass hard.

My flesh quivered. It stung, but that pain transformed into pleasure, shooting straight to my hole, making me wetter. My hole squirted a gush of hot fluid, coating his fingers.

Feeling me get wetter, he slapped me again. "You little slut. Didn't I tell you to behave? Is this how you behave in your room? So horny and wet, clamping down on a toy while calling my name?"

His humiliating words made my face burn and my heart race, but they also excited me more. The sting on my ass made me crave to be pinned down and spanked.

He slapped me again and again, while his fingers played with my labia, parting the slick folds and gently sliding into my entrance.

Every time a slap landed, I let out a low cry. My butt cheeks were red and hot, that slight pain mixing with pleasure, making my body feel emptier and itchier, my walls twitching for more.

He pushed me toward the mirror, lifting my nightgown and forcing me to look at my own slutty reflection.

In the mirror, my breasts were swollen, nipples erect, labia swollen and parted.

My body looked so lewd, dripping wet, begging for him to enter.

The agitation of my heat made it impossible to calm down. My nipples were hard, wanting to be pinched and pulled by him.

No... I couldn't...

This was my husband's brother...

I used every ounce of willpower to resist.

But his massive member was pressed against my lower body, thick and long.

The head pressed against the edge of my labia, its heat making me crave it even more. I moaned aloud, unable to stop myself from lifting my hips……