MasukInside the bedroom, both now fully undressed. Adrian layed her gently on the bed, and then he spread her legs wide before burying his face in between her thighs.
Eva moaned when she felt his tongue touch the inside of her right thigh. Her whole body vibrating at the contact. Adrian holds her firmly by the hips and continued to lick both of her inner thighs moving ever closer to her clit.
When he touched his tongue on her clit, she definitely felt like she was in cloud nine.
Daniel, her husband rarely went down on her, he always used her for his pleasure before giving her any. But Adrian was doing to her all the things she never knew she had missed.
He spread her legs so wide they hurt. Then he plunged his tongue deep into her clit. It felt like his tongue was a foot long. She was scared and excited at the same time. Daniel never made her feel like this. She tried to close her legs around his head but he kept his hands on her thighs, prying them apart. She could feel him kissing and sucking on her pussy lips and it was driving her crazy.
He seemed to be hitting all of her pleasure points, even those she didn't even know she had because her husband never made her feel this way. She felt teeth clamping down on her clit, biting hard enough to make her feel good and not enough to hurt. If he kept this up for much longer, she was going to cum.
Adrian seemed to sense this and he stopped.
She was out of breath as he moved up to her face and caressed her cheeks with his fingertips, gently kissing her neck as he did. Kissing down her neck to her chest, moving his hands to her tits, he sucked on her erect nipples, gently raking his teeth across them. He squeezed her tits, rolling her erect nipples between finger and thumb. Beth let out a long moan.
He whispered in her ear, "Do you like that?"
She tried to say yes but couldn't get herself to utter a word from the pleasure she was getting, so she nodded.
Suddenly, he rolled her over, face down on the bed. "I'm going to make you feel so good...Eva."
She nodded again.
She had no intention of resisting or fighting back. All feelings of guilt and shame where far buried away, all she wanted now, was him, buried deep inside her.
Adrian kissed the back of her neck and down her arms to her hands and sucked each of her fingers, one at a time. Then he kissed down the small of her back to her ass. "Mmmm, your little ass looks tasty, my sweet. I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?"
He moved down, planting kisses all over her ass cheeks. He then spread her cheeks and pressed a finger to her rosebud.
Eva gasped.
He gently inserted his finger up to the first knuckle and she whimpered. He removed his finger. "My, my... you're very tight."
He again licked the insides of her thighs, moving slowly to her rosebud. He lightly touched it with his tongue and she shuddered. He then slowly forced his tongue in. The feeling was amazing and she pushed back into him so that his tongue went deeper. Her husband had never given her ass any attention.
She never thought her ass could feel like this. Hearing her moan, he reached around and fingered her pussy but again he stopped before she came. Eva was so frustrated, being brought to the brink but not allowed to cum.
He whispered in her ear again, "Mmm, you do taste as good as I thought you would, Eva."
He straddled her, putting a leg on the bed on each side of her thighs but taking his weight on his arms so he didn't crush her. With him in this position, she felt his cock touch her ass. She wanted him to put his cock in her, she was dripping wet already.
Again he whispered. "Do you want me inside you, Eva?"
Eva definitely wanted him inside her, so she nodded her head.
He positioned her on her knees, took her face in his hands and kissed her lips, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She moaned as he kissed her. He put a hand on the back of her head and brought her mouth to his cock. He used his other hand to touch the tip of his cock to her lips, spreading his pre-cum on them.
She didn't resist as he parted her lips with the head of his cock. She greedily tried to take it all in but she got about half in and began to choke. He whispered, "Easy my dear, there is no rush."
She slowly sucked on his cock, taking what she could without choking. He ran his fingers through her hair as she sucked him, telling her what a good girl she is.
Eva never had any trouble deep throating her husband -- but Adrian was huge compared to Daniel. He pulled his cock from her mouth. "Here, suck on my balls, baby."
His balls were huge as well and she only got one in her mouth at a time. She could handle both of her husband's balls at once with no problem. After sucking on each of his balls, he put his cock back into her mouth and she bobbed her head up and down on it, only taking about half in.
As she sucked him, he reached back and played with her ass, not entering a finger but caressing her cheeks with his fingertips.
Eva looked him lustfully in the inside as she sucked him.
He knew what she wanted.
Her eyes said it all.
So he took control, urging her backwards until she was lying flat on the bed. He gripped her hips, pulled her beneath him, and then kissed her again. She moaned and pulled up her knees to hug his hips. He ground against her, teasing her, making her want him more than she ever thought was possible.
“Fuck me.”
And he did.
In one quick stroke he was inside her wet clit.
Eva hated how easily her body responded to him, despite everything.That realization alone made shame coil tightly in her chest.But Adrian knew exactly what he was doing.Every word.Every touch.Every look.It was all deliberate.Careful.Calculated.And terrifyingly effective.Adrian sat beside her on the bed, one hand resting lightly against her thigh while his eyes studied her face carefully.Patiently.Like he was learning every crack in her resistance.Eva avoided his gaze at first.Because looking at him too long made it harder to think clearly.Harder to remember why she should hate him.He brushed his fingers slowly against her skin.Gentle.Unhurried.“You’ve been quiet tonight,” he murmured.Eva swallowed hard.“What do you want me to say?”“The truth.”She gave a faint, humorless laugh.“You wouldn’t like the truth.”Adrian tilted his head slightly.“Try me.”Her eyes finally lifted to his.“The truth is that you scare me.”Something flickered briefly across his face.Not
The house was quiet again.Too quiet.The kind of silence that forced thoughts to grow louder.Lydia sat alone on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped tightly together while the ticking clock on the wall seemed to echo through the entire living room.Daniel had left nearly thirty minutes ago, right after the policemen left.He said he needed air.He needed to clear his head.And she had let him go without protest because the truth was, she needed space too.She needed distance from him.From herself.From everything this whole situation had turned into.The front door had barely closed behind him before the weight inside her chest started becoming unbearable again.The old woman’s words wouldn’t leave her mind.He took her.The others.Find her before it’s too late.Lydia shut her eyes tightly.Her stomach twisted painfully.What if the policemen were right? What if it was true?What if Eva really hadn’t left willingly?What if Adrian had her somewhere against her will while ever
The next morning didn’t feel like morning at all.It felt like something unfinished.Something hanging in the air—thick, heavy, unresolved.Daniel barely slept.Again.But this time, it wasn’t just Eva’s disappearance haunting him.It was everything.The message.The betrayal.Lydia.And the way his own mind seemed to be splitting between guilt and something far more dangerous.Beside him, Lydia stirred.Slowly.The soft rustle of sheets broke the silence.She opened her eyes, blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains.And then, reality hit.Hard.She wasn’t in her room.She wasn’t alone.She was in Daniel’s bed.Wearing nothing but his shirt.Her breath caught.For a moment, she didn’t move.Didn’t even breathe fully.Because everything from yesterday came rushing back all at once.The kiss.The confession.The line they had crossed—willingly this time.Not accidental.Not a mistake.A choice.Her chest tightened painfully.She turned her head slightly.Daniel was
Eva woke slowly.Not with panic.Not with that heavy, suffocating fog that had followed every other time she’d been forced into unconsciousness.But naturally.Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains.For a moment, she didn’t move.Didn’t breathe too deeply.Didn’t react.Because something felt… different.Her body wasn’t weighed down.Her limbs weren’t sluggish.Her head didn’t throb with that dull, drug-induced haze she had come to recognize too well.She blinked again.Focused.Clear.Fully awake.And that—That realization made her heart skip.Slowly, cautiously, she pushed herself up against the headboard.No dizziness.No weakness.Nothing.Her breath caught slightly.He hadn’t drugged her.Not this time.The thought settled in her mind like a spark.Small.But powerful.Why?Had he forgotten?No.Adrian didn’t forget things.He was too calculated.Too precise.Too deliberate.Which meant—This was intentional.And if it was intentional
Lydia’s fingers trembled as she pulled her phone from her bag.Daniel.She tapped his name immediately and raised the phone to her ear, her heart pounding so loudly it almost drowned out the ringing tone.One ring.Two.Three.Then...The call dropped.“No…” she whispered, staring at the screen.She tried again.This time, it didn’t even ring.Not reachable.A cold wave of unease swept through her chest.Why wasn’t his phone going through?Her mind raced instantly to worst-case scenarios.Had something happened to him too?Or...Was he simply not answering?Her grip tightened around the phone.She didn’t like either possibility.Not one bit.For a second, she stood frozen, the old woman’s words echoing loudly in her mind.He took her.The others.Find her before it’s too late.Her chest tightened painfully.Eva.Her sister could be in danger.Real danger.And yet...Another thought crept in.Unwanted.Uninvited.But persistent.If Eva had truly been taken…Then Daniel would fight for
The house felt too quiet again.But this time—It wasn’t just the absence of Eva that filled the silence.It was something else.Something heavier.Something neither Daniel nor Lydia could pretend didn’t exist anymore.Lydia stood near the doorway, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag tightly.She hadn’t fully stepped outside the living room.But not leaving would only mean...Staying.Letting what happened last night linger just a little longer.And she couldn’t afford that.Not now.Not ever.Daniel stood a few feet away from her, near the couch, his posture tense, his eyes fixed on the floor.Neither of them had spoken for almost a full minute.The silence stretched.Uncomfortable.Loaded.Finally—“I think I should go,” Lydia said.Her voice was soft.But firm.Daniel looked up immediately.“What?”She exhaled slowly.“I should leave,” she repeated, this time more clearly.His brows pulled together.“Lydia—”“What happened last night…” she started, then stopped, swallowing ha
The weekend arrived quietly, almost deceptively so.Eva lay awake, staring at the ceiling.She hadn’t slept much. Again.Her phone sat on the bedside table, screen dark for the moment, but she knew better than to trust the silence. Adrian had already called twice before dawn. Three messages followe
Eva sat alone at the kitchen table long after Daniel had walked away.The house no longer felt suffocating, just painfully quiet, like it was waiting to see which way she would fall.Forgiveness.The word echoed in her head, heavy and undeserved.Daniel’s face replayed in her mind, the exhaustion i
The silence the next morning was unbearable.It pressed in from every corner of the house, thick and suffocating, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. Eva lay awake long before the sun rose, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the night before in merciless detail.Daniel’s vo
Eva stood in the bedroom staring at her reflection, barely recognizing the woman looking back at her.Her hands trembled as she smoothed them over the front of her dress—an unconscious, protective gesture that had become second nature lately. The mirror showed a composed woman. Calm. Decided.Insid







