Chapter 19: Hidden Under the Bed

I woke up to someone positioning himself at the entrance of my pussy. The sheets moved. Warm hands on my thighs. My eyes flew open in the dark room, heart slamming hard. What the—

Shock hit me hard. My mouth opened to say something, to push him away, but before I could react he shoved his dick in full. One deep thrust. It sent sparks exploding through my head. The sudden fullness stretched me, pain sharp at first then mixing with something else. I gasped loud, body jerking under him.

Alex didn’t plan to lose this opportunity. He stayed on top of me, breathing heavy. When he saw I didn’t resist too much, he started moving. Back and forth. His hips rocked slow at first, pulling almost all the way out then sliding back in deep. I felt every inch of him, thick and hard, filling me completely. The bed creaked softly with each push. Humiliation burned hot in my chest. This was wrong. He had no right. Yet my body responded, getting wetter around him. Tears filled my eyes while pleasure started building low in my belly. I hated how it felt good in parts. My legs trembled a little.

I tried to use my hands quick, pushing weakly against his chest. My palms pressed but they had no real power. Alex caught both my wrists easily. He pinned them down hard on the bed above my head. His grip was strong, fingers tight around my skin. He set his waist better, legs planted firm on the mattress, and began going in deep again. Fucking me so rough. Each thrust was powerful now. Hard and fast. Skin slapped against skin. He drove into me over and over, hitting deep spots that made my head spin. The pleasure mixed with pain.

I felt used, small under him. Tears rolled down my cheeks but my hips lifted slightly to meet some thrusts. Shame washed over me. Why wasn’t I fighting harder? The rough rhythm made my breath come in short gasps. My pussy clenched around him against my will. Sparks kept shooting through me with every deep stroke. He fucked me like he owned me in that moment, pounding steady and strong.

While he banged me hard like that, Alex leaned his face close to mine. His breath was hot and fast on my neck.

“I’m sorry Evie,” he whispered between heavy thrusts. “Forgive me after this. I just couldn’t stop myself tonight. I love you too much. You feel so good.” His words came out broken with the effort.

He kept going rough, hips slamming forward. Deep strokes that made the bed move. I cried quietly, tears wetting the pillow. Pleasure built higher despite everything. My body betrayed me, getting wetter, taking him easier. The humiliation sat heavy. I was pinned, helpless, yet part of me felt that rush. He thrust faster, grinding a little at the end of each push. A moan almost slipped out of my lips but I bit my lip to hold them back but it was hard. The mix of tears and pleasure left me confused, lost in the feeling.

He kept fucking me rough for what felt like long minutes. In and out, deep and hard. My wrists hurt from his grip but the sensation between my legs overpowered it. Waves of pleasure rolled through me. I felt full, stretched, taken. Alex groaned low, enjoying it. “See? Your body knows me,” he whispered once.

More tears fell. The shame made my face burn. I didn’t want this but I couldn’t stop the building climax inside me. His pace stayed rough, relentless. Thrust after thrust. My legs shook. The sheets twisted under us.

All of a sudden, footsteps sounded right outside my room door. Soft but clear in the quiet night. Then the handle began to turn slow, clicking softly.

Alex froze mid-thrust. His eyes went wide. He pulled out quickly and jumped to the side of the bed. He crawled under it fast, disappearing into the dark space beneath. In the same second, I pulled the sheet around my naked body, covering up as best I could. My heart slammed against my ribs. Pain throbbed between my legs. I couldn’t stand up immediately. My thighs felt weak and shaky. I stayed on the bed, breathing fast.

Mark walked right in. He closed the door behind him with a quiet click. He came straight to the bed, eyes searching my face in the dim light. “Evie?” His voice was low, concerned.

I sat there wrapped in the sheet, trying to look normal. My body still buzzed from what Alex just did. Mark sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned in and tried to kiss me. I pulled away quickly, turning my head to the side. He frowned, pulling back. “What happened?”

I couldn’t tell him the truth. Alex was right there under the bed, listening to every word. If I said anything, Mark would flip. He would find out everything that happened. I stayed silent, fresh tears in my eyes. My pussy still ached from the rough fucking. The humiliation lingered strong.

Mark pulled me closer to him, his arms gentle but firm around my shoulders. “What happened, my love? Talk to me. You look upset.” His hand rubbed my back through the sheet. He waited, eyes soft but worried.

I swallowed hard, mind racing for words. “Nothing. Just a bad dream. I’m okay.” My voice came out shaky. The lie felt heavy. My pussy still itch for more. But if I did it with Mark right there, Alex would find out everything. The thought made more shame wash over me. Mark kept holding me, asking again softly.

Alex stayed hidden under the bed. His heart pounded loud in his ears. He heard Mark’s voice clear, the concern in it. He heard Evie’s shaky reply. Sweat covered his skin. He stayed completely still, barely breathing, knowing one sound could end everything. The sheets above moved as Mark held her. Alex listened, mind full of what he just did to Evie. The night suddenly felt much more dangerous.