Chapter 4

The trip to the party house was peaceful, despite the fact that she was with a stranger who was most likely escorting her to her death. She was comfortable; she was all over the vehicle, touching all the costly drinks and utensils. It was her first time being in such a luxurious vehicle.

Marcus could tell the whiskey was working.

 They finally arrived at the house party. Before entering the main room, they had to walk through a dark lane.

Nera's heart began racing for the first time. She was now convinced he was taking her to her death but still couldn't bring herself to flee or scream. She willingly followed him as they approached a door with an X on it.

Marcus knocked, and a bouncer walked out, asking for his invitation, which he supplied.

The two were permitted to enter.

Nera gulped, her pulse beating as she followed the elderly from behind.

She could hear drowsy music playing.

"You appeared to be one who wanted to relieve her tension," he said as the groaning became audible for Nera to hear.

She gazed up at him, perplexed, his eyes grimacing at what he was looking at.

Nera turned to see what he was staring at.

Her eyes widened in shock, and her mouth parted. It was an orgy party, with naked men and women enjoying each other's company while sensual music played in the background. 

The entire room was red, with luxury beds adorned in red laces and swings. There were three beds in total, all filled with naked men and women on top of each other doing the kinkiest styles she had never seen before. 

In the corner of the room was a self-serve bar filled with all types of alcohol and shelves filled with drugs.

"This is the place I come to when I want to lose myself," Marcus whispered. "No one judges each other here so be free."

Nera stood there, her mouth open in shock; she wanted to look away but couldn't stop staring at the scene in front of her.

A woman in nothing but a g-string walked up to them and asked whether they wanted company or privacy.

"Private," Marcus replied as he grabbed Nera by the hand and led her to their private room. He didn't want to overwhelm or share her because it was her first time.

Nera followed him to the luxury room as Marcus closed the door behind them.

Nera looked around; the room looked similar to the main room they had just passed. The only difference was the size.

Marcus took a seat on the bed and asked Nera to join him.

As the truth of what she had consented to began to seep in, Nera swallowed hard. She was at a sex party.

Marcus noticed that she was debating inside herself. He stood up and opened a drawer, removing some little pills. He approached her and presented them to her.

"These small babies are going to take away the suffering," he said quietly.

Nera examined them, wondering whether they were sleeping pills.

"No, why would I send you to sleep when I want you to enjoy every bit of this heaven?" he questioned, advising her to trust him.

She didn't trust him, and the only reason she was in the room with him was because she didn't care about living. All she wanted was for the anguish to stop.

Marcus ingested one of the tablets to gain her trust. Nera paused for a moment before grabbing one and swallowing it as well.

It didn't take long for the drug to go into effect and take over their bodies. Nera's body began to ache in the most desired way she had ever felt. She wanted to be caressed everywhere, and she was already taking off all her clothing.

Marcus was also already in his boxer shorts and popping champagne corks.

The alluring music began to play. Nera climbed into bed as the pill took hold of her. 

She had no clue what the pill was, but it was numbing her throbbing heart and completely taking over her body in an exciting way.

She began to relax gradually as she felt a few spasms near her core. Marcus was nowhere near her, so she knew it was the drug.

He was looking down at her nakedness from above. Her olive complexion glistened in her eyes, and she was stunning. He began clapping himself on the back for not allowing to share her. He had her all to himself, and he knew it wasn't going to be a one-night stand.

The contact of his warm fingertips on her exposed flesh drove another flash of heat straight to her core, making it hurt as a little whimper escaped from her.

Marcus kept touching her soft flesh with his hands. Nera hadn't felt anything like it in a long time. He wrapped his hands around her waist, her skin smooth and silky to the touch, and kept tracing every inch of her woman parts. As her mouth moved beneath his, he went Dipper, sucking on his nipple delicately. He tightened his grip and drew her closer. It was a delectable agony. He gasped as her touch hardened his flesh.

Soon, his hardness was inside her, and she was moaning to the rhythm of his smooth thrusts. She didn't mind that an old man was on top of her or that she had no idea what his name was. What was crucial to her was that he was replacing the anguish with an ecstatic feeling she had never felt before, and she didn't want him to stop.

The intense lovemaking continued till morning, with neither of the two wanting to let go of the other. Nera had lost herself in the embrace of a stranger, an old stranger old enough to be her father but she didn't care.

Uncle Luke awoke early in the morning to check on his beloved niece. He knocked three times but received no response. He kept banging, shouting Nera's name. He chose to enter the room despite her not answering.

He was certain Nera didn't want to be disturbed and was still sleeping. But when he walked in, the bed was vacant. He dashed to the restroom, knocking three times before finally unlocking the door. But Nera was nowhere to be seen.

Uncle Luke started panicking and grabbed his phone, quickly dialing Nera's line but Nicole answered the phone. She was still having Nera's phone. She grinned when the old man hung up on her.

She had a call earlier from one of her friends, claiming to have spotted Nera leaving a nightclub with an old man. She grinned as the friend appeared not to have been lying. She instantly called Greg's mother, notifying her of the juicy gossip.

The holy daughter-in-law-to-be was not as holy as everyone thought.