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view moreBrunch was mimosas and a table that would not stop talking about last night.I sat in a denim skirt and a borrowed blouse with nothing underneath and last night still slipping out of me every time I shifted. Declan carved ham. My mother held her new husband’s hand. Someone asked if I’d had fun at the wedding.“It was a lot,” I said.Declan’s shoe hooked my ankle under the table and stayed there.After the plates cleared he stood, easy, host-polite.“Paige needs a ride into town. The cleaner’s holding your mother’s jacket. We’ll be an hour.”Mom waved us off. Kissed his cheek. Told me to take a sweater.The truck smelled like leather and him. He didn’t start it right away. He reached over, shoved the skirt to my waist, and pushed two fingers into my cunt to check what the night had left.“Still open. Good. Recline the seat. Knees up. If a car passes you smile like we’re looking at directions.”I did it. He freed his cock, spat, and shoved into my ass because that was the hole he’d prom
The ceremony was a blur of white and lies.I stood behind my mother with flowers in my fists and Declan’s load still a slick rumor between my thighs. When they said vows I stared at the back of her dress. When they kissed, his eyes found mine over their heads and stayed there a second too long.The reception was worse. Champagne. A band. Toasts that called us one big family. I drank because my mouth still tasted like him and I needed it gone.It didn’t go.He caught me in the service corridor outside the kitchens, away from the string lights, and pushed me against the stacked chairs.“Turn around. Dress up. Hands on the wall.”I did it with music leaking through the door. He shoved into my cunt in one stroke, clapped a hand over my mouth, and fucked me standing up in a hallway full of waiters who could have turned the corner. Short, brutal pumps. My ass slapped his slacks. A tray rattled in the kitchen.He came fast and mean, filling me, then pulled out and yanked the dress down over
I sat at breakfast with his cum dried between my cheeks and a smile my mother called glowing.The dress she’d picked was pale yellow, thin, too short to be decent if I bent. Nothing under it. Every time I crossed my ankles I felt last night leak a little more. Declan sat two seats down, black shirt, wedding-ring hand around a coffee cup, talking to his brother about the photographer like he hadn’t bent me over a guest bed five hours ago.Mom passed me the jam.I passed it back with a steady hand.Under the tablecloth, a shoe found my bare foot. Then a hand. Declan’s. He didn’t look at me. He laughed at something the best man said and slid his palm up the inside of my thigh until his knuckles rested against my naked cunt.I kept eating fruit.He pressed. Two fingers opened me under a table full of family. I was swollen and slick and the angle made me want to gasp. He rubbed my clit once, lazy, then pushed those fingers into me and left them there while he asked my mother if she wanted
They put me in the room next to his on purpose.“Family wing,” my mother said, drunk on champagne and the fact that she was marrying money. “Declan’s just across the hall if you need anything.”I needed a locked door and a plane ticket. What I got was a guest suite in a house big enough to hide sins in, a rehearsal dinner that lasted too long, and my brand-new step-uncle watching my mouth every time I drank.Declan Crowe. Forty-six. My stepfather’s older brother. Widower. The one who paid for the wedding and looked at me like the check had bought something else.I’m Paige Lang. Twenty-three. I flew in for four days, a bridesmaid dress that cut too low, and the stupid hope that I could smile through this and leave untouched.The house went quiet after midnight. My mother was in the master with her new husband. The cousins were passed out by the pool. I was in a silk slip because the AC was ice and I’d forgotten a robe.I opened my door for water.He was already in the hall.No jacket.
Lila stumbled back into the venue, rain-soaked and trembling. The thin yellow sundress clung to her curvy body like a second skin, outlining every heavy swell of her breasts and the flare of her wide hips. The vibrator inside her virgin pussy buzzed mercilessly, intensifying with every step she too
Lila woke up with a gasp, her body still humming from the shameful secret she had committed in the kitchen the night before. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, but the pink vibrator hidden under her pillow felt like it was burning a hole through her thoughts.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand
The heavy click of the front door locking echoed through the massive mansion like a gunshot in the silence.Lila stood frozen in the kitchen, her heart hammering so violently she could feel it in her throat. Damien was gone. Really gone. The house felt emptier than ever, yet somehow more dangerous.
Lila lay in Damien’s arms for only a few blissful, terrifying seconds before reality crashed over her like ice water. What have I done?The taste of her own arousal still lingered on her lips from his kiss. Her thighs were sticky, her pussy still throbbing from the most intense pleasure she had eve












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