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Rachael's POV
I walked into the room, feeling nervous but still desperate for freedom. The lights were off and I asked him not to turn them on. I loved the anonymity, it felt liberating. He gently slid the hand of my dress and unhooked my bra, so easily and that turns me on. He stands in front of me, undressing himself. His abs were visible, well-built. He had a stern look on his face. I could see his light brown eyes in the dark. My heart kept pumping, I didn't know what the feeling was, but I was loving it. "Get over here already" he added in a voice so soft it made my pussy drip. His voice was so authoritative that I could not help but obey him. "Get down on your knees already". I slid down to my knees, feeling a warm liquid in my pussy. He revealed his huge cock and it was so hard already. "Put that mouth to good use" he orders. I didn't know why I obeyed but I did. I gulped his huge cock down and my nipple hardened weirdly. "Fuck, your mouth is so tight and surprisingly good". I heard him curse and taking that as a compliment, I moved my hand, circling his balls and he let out a loud moan. "Use your saliva, you slut" He said those filthy words to me but it only made me wetter. I had watched a few p**n videos but I had never thought I would be doing this, not with a stranger! This was definitely scary but it felt good too. I spat on his cock again and then moved my hands again. This time, it was easier. His hands reached for my hair and he pulled me down onto his cock. I felt an uncontrollable itch in my pussy, I was horny. I had only taken the tip of his cock and I wasn't sure I could take any more. "How small is your mouth?" he says in a very sexy voice. I wrapped my hands around it and took my mouth to the tip of his cock. I knew it would be a sensitive spot and so I let my tongue play around there. "Fuck, suck on it and lick it right there". I liked the taste of his cock and so I took it and gently placed it between my boobs, rubbing them on it. I could see the veins on it, so huge, so sexy. "Arrrghhh", I looked up at him not sure whether he was enjoying the moment but I could barely see his pupils anymore. It was just like in the movies. Before I knew it, he pulled me up from the ground and flung me on the bed, sliding his hands around my clits in such a satisfying way. I bite my lower lip and let out a moan. "You like that?" he asks but I'm too freaked out to answer "Answer me!" he says dominantly. "Mhmm" that was all I could say. He gets down on me, rubbing his tongue around my pussy while I push his head down. He runs his tongue from my pussy to my nipple, sucking on me like a starved baby. And then, he slides his cock into my hole "A tight slut… that has to be the first" he says. All I wanted was a taste of that older stranger's cock, I didn't have time to ask any questions. It was a satisfying bittersweet feeling. I cried out loudly but he didn't stop. It was slow at first but then he increased the pace. This was good, "Fuck me daddy" I cried out. What was I saying, who was I, who was this sexy man and why does this feel so good? I groan, leaning my body over his."Ride me, little princess", He commands, panting, maintaining eye contact, and guiding my hips. "Put me in, please…" I plead, biting my lower lip, trying to control the sensation that's taking over my body. He's rubbing his dick on my clits, sliding it into my wet entrance. "You slut" he says, smacking my boobs as I ride him.Rachael’s POVThe drive back to London felt longer somehow.Heavier.Like every mile carried the weight of something I could no longer undo.Pregnant.Even now…the word still echoed strangely inside my head.Too unreal to fully process.Too dangerous to ignore.I rested my forehead lightly against the car window and closed my eyes briefly.Dr Lawson’s voice replayed over and over again.There’s no mistake.My stomach twisted.Not from nausea this time.Fear.Pure fear.Because now there was no room left for denial.No more maybe.No more what if.Just truth.And the truth could destroy everything.The driver pulled into the Brooks estate just before evening fully settled.The second the gates opened…I snapped out of my mindI stepped out slowly afterward while trying to pull myself together before walking in.You’re fine.Act normal.Nothing has changed.Even though everything had.The moment I entered the house though…laughter echoed faintly from the living room.Familiar laughter.
Rachael’s POVI lied to everyone that morning.Again.At this point…lying had started feeling less like a choice and more like survival.“I have a meeting,” I told Clinton over breakfast.He barely looked up from his phone.“What kind?”“Family related.”He nodded once.No further questions.Part of me hated how easy it was.The other part was grateful.Because if he looked at me too closely lately…I felt like he’d see everything written across my face immediately.The fear, the guilt, the panic.And worst of all, pregnancy.My stomach twisted lightly at the thought.I quickly reached for my water before the nausea could fully rise again.Across the table, Aubrey watched me quietly over the rim of her coffee cup.Observing.Always observing.“You should eat more,” she said casually.“I’m not very hungry.”“That’s becoming a habit.”My pulse jumped slightly.“I’m just stressed.”Aubrey hummed softly but said nothing else afterward.Still…her eyes lingered on me a second too long.By
I stayed in bed long after Clinton left.Not because I was tired.Because moving meant facing reality again.And honestly…I didn’t think I was ready for that yet.The room still smelled faintly like him.Cologne.Alcohol.And something warmer underneath both.My chest tightened instantly.I sat up slowly afterward and pressed my palms against my face hard enough to hurt.God.What exactly had I turned my life into?For a second…I almost convinced myself last night never happened.That maybe I imagined everything from desperation and panic.But then my eyes landed on the unmade bed beside me.Reality settled heavily all over again.No.It happened.And somehow…the terrifying part was that the plan actually worked.At least for now.I forced myself out of bed eventually.The marble floor felt cold beneath my feet as I walked toward the bathroom slowly.Everything inside me felt heavier lately.My body.My thoughts.Even breathing sometimes.I turned the shower on and stepped beneath
Rachael’s POVI had only had sex with one person It was Jonathan.And since then I had been obsessed with him and his cock.Clinton wasn’t as big, but he was long… very longHe leaned down, kissed me slowly. His thumbs found my clits, rubbing in circles while his cock was inside me.Jonathan would talk me through it Clinton didn’t and he lasted longWe fucked and fucked and fucked until he cummedI made sure he spilled it on the bed, so he doesn’t doubt the time lineClinton was good. I couldn't lie.Very good and roughI cried, my back ached, my pussy felt sore…I hope my baby is still okay because sex with him was wild.***Morning came too quickly.The soft light pushing through the curtains felt cruel somehow.For a few seconds…I forgot where I was.Then reality returned all at once.The room.The bed.The smell of alcohol still lingering faintly in the air.And Clinton beside me.My chest tightened instantly.I stayed completely still.Heart pounding hard enough to hurt.The b
Rachael’s POVWeeks flew by.And somehow…instead of things getting easier after the wedding…everything only became harder.The nausea never fully stopped.Some mornings were manageable.Other mornings had me locked inside bathrooms gripping sinks while trying not to panic.I had started carrying gum in my bags.Perfume too.Anything to hide the constant sickness.Anything to survive one more day.And still…I didn’t have a solution.Every day that passed felt like a countdown hanging over my head.Every glance from Aubrey felt sharper now.Every interaction with Jonathan felt dangerous.Every time Bella hugged me…guilt nearly swallowed me whole.Because if this secret exploded…it wouldn’t just destroy me.It would destroy everyone.I sat quietly at the edge of the guest bed one evening with my knees pulled slightly toward my chest.Thinking.Again.Over and over.Trying to force my brain into finding another option.But there wasn’t one.There was only this.The timeline had to ma
Rachael’s POVI stood in front of the mirror for almost twenty minutes before finally deciding this was ridiculous.Because what exactly was I doing?Trying to seduce my husband?The thought alone sounded absurd considering Clinton barely looked at me unless it involved appearances, obligations or warnings about my father.And yet…here I was.Hair down.Lip gloss freshly applied.A silk robe wrapped around my body while anxiety clawed violently through my chest.Because this wasn’t about romance.It wasn’t about wanting Clinton.It was survival.Pure survival.My fingers trembled slightly as I stared at my reflection again.Pregnant.The word still didn’t feel real in my head.Even after the positive tests hidden carefully in my bag.Even after the nausea.The dizziness.The exhaustion.None of it felt real until I remembered whose baby this was.Jonathan’s.My chest tightened painfully at the thoughtIf anyone found out…Bella would hate me forever.Jonathan’s life would explode.An
Rachael’s POVFor a moment I stayed where I was.The balcony door had already closed behind Jonathan, but the air still felt warmer than it had a few minutes ago.‘The real version of that night was a lot harder to forget.’The words replayed in my head whether I wanted them to or not.I exhaled sl
Rachael’s POV Daniel was mid sentence when my phone buzzed. “…so I told him if you hate your job that much, maybe it’s not the job,” he was saying lightly, stirring his coffee. “Maybe it’s the room.” “The room?” I asked. “Yeah. Some rooms shrink you. Some don’t.” My phone buzzed again in my ha
Rachael POVThe last thing I remember is the way the room tilted… my mother’s voice somewhere in the distance… Bella screaming… and then nothing.When I open my eyes, everything feels too bright.I try to move but my head throbs immediately.“Don’t,” a nurse’s voice says gently. “You fainted.”Fain
Rachael’s POV"Rachael!". Mom calls out, peeping through my door.I sit up, "Yes?""The Brooks requested that you be at their house by twelve today.""Why?"She hesitates, "I don't know. Wedding preparations or something like that".Of courseI glance at the clock. It's barely past nine. My chest t







