TatyMy breathing picks up as I feel my walls tighten around my fingers. Suddenly, the butt plug starts to vibrate, and I gasp from the shock of it and the intense feeling it gives.“Hasan.” I cry out, overstimulated to a point where I could barely mutter his name. Hasan bites down on my thigh before bringing his warm body up to my chest. He takes my firm pink nipples between his teeth, biting on them gently, the pain mixing deliciously with pleasure, which caused an orgasm to ripple through me.My body shakes, just as the vibration in the ass intensifies. I start to retract my fingers when Hasan’s icy tone stops me.“Don’t you dare take out your fingers unless I order you to,” he warns. I let out a loud exhale, feeling my body turn into jelly.Hasan journeys back to my exposed cunt. Slowly, he puckers his lips, and cold air hits my swollen pussy, and I let out a cry. The vibration in my ass ceases.“Take out your fingers.” Hasan orders sternly, and I obey. My thought about why he ask
Tatiana“What?” I blurted out the words, my cheeks turning into a full ripe tomato. Hasan, unbothered, perks up his brows at me while holding up the butt plug, bringing it closer to my face.I try to take a step back, but I remember I am trapped between Hasan’s imposing warmth and my desk. Left with no choice, I try to push Hasan away in a bid to step out of the physical prison he has me in.But despite my strength, Hasan barely stumbles back. A sinister laugh erupts from his throat. “You can’t fight it, stepsister. One way or the other, this is going into the sweet, puckered ass of yours, and I am going to watch in fascination as you play with that sweet little wet gash of yours,” he gently caressing my chin, tilting my head upwards and placing feather-like kisses on my chin that make my insides tangle.My pulse pumps madly, pleasure passing through me in a wave, all the way down to my toes. I love it when Hasan is so vulgar, but I don’t tell him that. Instead, I stood my ground, ign
TatyBy the time I shut myself in the girls’ locker, my hands were still shaking.I stared at my open palms as if I could scrub away the heat of his skin, the way his voice crawled into my mind and rewrote the mental rules I swore I’d follow.I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve said no louder. But I didn’t. Because part of me never wanted to.The mirror offered no comfort. My reflection looked foreign. My hair was a mess, my lips still slightly parted from the way my breath had hitched around his name. I hated how easily he could unravel me. I hated that no matter how far I tried to distance myself, Hasan always pulled me back.And the worst part? He knew it.The rest of the week blurred by. I drifted through classes, tuned out the world, barely registered the stares and whispers whispers. Barely concentrated in class and at practice. News traveled fast when you froze in the middle of the field and let your brother drag you off like a scene out of some sick romance novel.Except
HasanTaty’s hand moved slowly at first, almost like it wasn’t her own. Shaky and reluctant. Like she was forcing her fingers to obey something her heart wanted no part of.But I felt every twitch. Every subtle shift. Every single stroke against my cock, her palm fitting around me as if it was made to be there, no matter how much her conscience screamed otherwise.And the worst part? It wasn’t enough. It never would be.I needed to be inside her. The reticence I’ve shown the past couple of days needs to be studied.Taty glanced up at me, her mouth slightly parting open — maybe for an apology, maybe for another excuse — but the words tangled in her throat. My chest tightened, my pulse out of control, and all I could see was the image that had burned itself into my brain since the retreat: me, buried between her legs and the sweet look she had on her face when she lied to me.I swallowed hard, my jaw flexing as I leaned
HasanThe retreat passed by in a blur, and before I could even blink, Mom was already pulling into the school parking lot.While the others clung to each other like we wouldn’t see one another in less than twenty-four hours — flashing wide, annoying smiles — I kept my scowl firmly in place as I stalked toward Mom’s car, ignoring her overly cheerful greetings.For them, this retreat had been some kind of heartwarming experience. I could see it in the way they laughed, the way they clung to their pathetic little friendships like lifelines. But for me? It was a fucking waste of time.The games, the forced bonding, the fake smiles — all of it drained the life out of me. And worse than that, I got lied to. Right to my fucking face.Speaking of lies, there was a certain nasty little cunt I had unfinished business with.The moment Mom’s car rolled out of the parking lot, her voice echoed in a clueless whisper. She fired off
HasanLiar. Liar. Fucking liar.I repeated the words like a mantra, each syllable clawing at my insides until I was on the verge of blacking out—spiraling into a dark hole I wasn’t planning to crawl out of alone. If I go down, I’m dragging a trail of bodies with me.Taty lied to me.She looked me dead in the eye—after promising to give us a real chance—and lied. Without flinching. Without blinking. She told me to go with the flow, fed me sweet-sounding bullshit like it wasn’t going to choke me later. But that’s all it was. Bullshit. Carefully coated lies from a nasty little cunt who never had any intention of giving us a chance.She just wanted to get rid of me.But she won’t get away with it. She won’t promise me forever just to turn around and leave me high and dry like I meant nothing.One thing is certain—she’s going to fucking pay.With her life… and her cunt."