Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Amber Whyte.

My heart dropped to my stomach. Fear clawed at my chest. 

It was at that moment I realized what I had done. 

I was a fucking pervert. A freak.

Gawking in the shadows, peeking lustfully as my twin sister's marriage was consummated. 

This was sick. I was sick. 

Gathering my weak body, I rose from the floor, dashed out faster than the speed of light. 

I didn't answer the calls. I didn't dare look back. 

Fuck! 

I dropped my supplies there. 

Delilah would have my head on a silver platter if she finds out what I did. That I touched myself inappropriately while she was fucked senseless by her mate, my obsession. That my pussy ached for his cock. That I was leaking uncontrollably for him. For Elion. 

That I was losing my mind rapidly. 

I didn't stop running until I found myself in my room. 

The shabby place Delilah ordered me to stay. It was similar to the attic– far from reach, freezing, dilapidated. 

At least I was safe. For now. 

Slamming the door and bolting it immediately, my back hit the wall as pants erupted from my parted lips. 

I couldn't breathe. The air in my lungs was heavy. My face was contorted with fright, like I had seen a ghost. 

My heart thundered violently in my chest, like it was about to jump out, and my body vibrated as if it was being charged with a high-voltage electrical current. 

I was shivering. I was trembling. I was terrified. 

Not from Delilah's threats and possible punishments. 

But from what I saw. 

The heavy-duty, monstrous cock, positioned like a loaded machine gun built for destruction. It was fleshy. It was thick. Angry bulging veins scattered around it like lightning. 

Each time it rammed furiously into Delilah, it nodded like it understood its primary assignment– that it was built to wreck. To ruin. To destroy. To split open. Without mercy. 

My hands found my face, covering my eyes. I forced my brain to shut itself down. Maybe I will be calm. Maybe this burning ache would go. 

But it replayed, brighter in my head this time. It didn't matter whether my eyes were shut or open. 

I saw it. All of his ginormous cock disappeared as it split Delilah open from within. As it reappeared with her juices coating the cap midway. It didn't let her recover from the aggressive thrust before sinking into her expanded hole again. 

I screamed, blocking my ears as I dropped to the cold floor. 

But the echoes of her moans resounded in my ears. It was louder this time. Haunting. Unforgiving. Mocking. Her cries. Her screams. Her struggles. 

But it only grew worse. 

I almost lost it as the squishy sound of her weeping vagina filled every inch of my head. It squelched every time the massive rod found her opening and rammed into it like a savage beast. Because he was. 

“Make it stop!” I cried, pulling my hair in agony. In hunger. In desperation. Jamming my hands against my ears 

Instead, it replayed. In high-definition. 

Deafening moans. Flash slapping against flesh. Elion. 

It wouldn't leave. It was alive in me. Eating me up from within. 

Leaving me soaking my panties. 

Driving me nuts. 

Elion. 

He was the first to turn. 

Did he see me? 

Did he notice me at the entrance? 

Fuck. What was I thinking? Salivating as my sister got fucked. Wishing it were me. 

The hunger in my pussy roared, sending heat to every inch of my skin. 

My body shuddered in need. 

I remained on the bed, pressing the pillow against my face as I tried to sleep, hoping it would help to calm me. 

I forced myself. Hard. I tried several techniques. But sleep failed me. It felt like my body deliberately mocked me. 

My pussy was mad that it was being ignored. That it was denied what it craved. 

I got up with a start, heading to the shower. 

I couldn't take it anymore. 

I slipped into the tiny bathroom, towel wrapped around my naked body. 

I didn't bother to shut the door behind me. I couldn't think straight. Elion consumed me. 

I turned the shower on. It was scalding enough to melt my desire. The steam wrapped around me like a secret as I hung my towel and stepped into the shower, allowing the water to rain down on me heavily. 

My hard nipples tingled. My body quivered. My clit was swollen with need. 

My arousal smeared between my thighs like syrup. 

I let the water take over me. Cleanse me. Soak me. Take away this ache that drove me insane. 

But it didn't help. 

Switching to a cold shower was useless. My desires only multiplied.

Until…

My fingers dropped to my sides. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I began to imagine him. Elion. My obsession.

Icy blue eyes pinned on me. Lips sucking my nipples hard. Large fingers gripping my neck hard. 

His voice. Deep. Commanding. Like silk. Like a dagger. Whisper into my ears. 

“Already wet for me, little dove.”

I almost dropped to my knees as my legs nearly gave way. 

The heat that radiated in-between my pussy was palpable. 

String of fluid lined up my pussy, staining my thighs, leaving me flushed with need. 

Without warning, my fingers rested on my swollen clit, gliding softly. 

I gasped. Almost choking on my tears as my folds were mad sensitive. 

My fingers circled my clitoris gently at first. Then harder. Faster. Furiously. 

My eyes rolled back to my sockets as waves of pleasure descended on me. My breath turned into short pants. 

My moans grew loud. The water roared. 

My legs gave out, causing me to fall to the wet ground, but I didn't stop. 

My fingers worked faster. Angrier. 

They were coated with my juices now. 

Fuck! Elion! 

I cried, his image plastered in my mind. 

I fucked myself hard. My fingers were circling my clit as my fluid got sticky. Messy, oozing out of me uncontrollably. 

“You like touching yourself for me, little dove? Next time, it will be my cock hitting your cervix. You'll bleed. But I won't stop.”