MasukThe world tilted on its axis, the polished mahogany of Alejandro’s desk blurring into a nonsensical swirl of wood grain. Lucas’s words echoed in the cavernous space of her skull, each syllable a hammer blow against the fragile remnants of her soul. Ruin him. I will ruin him. And I will make sure everyone knows that his wife was the one who helped me do it.Her mind was a battlefield. On one side stood Alejandro, the man she had built a life with, his face a mask of kind, oblivious trust. She saw him on their wedding day, his eyes full of love. She saw him laughing, his head thrown back. She saw him sleeping peacefully beside her just that morning. On the other side was the digital ghost of herself, a woman she didn’t recognize, a woman with swollen lips and a body slick with the cum of her best friend’s son. The photos were a weapon of mass destruction, and Lucas was holding the trigger.The shame was a physical weight, a crushing pressure on her chest that made it hard to breathe. To
Sofia woke up to the feeling of being watched. Alejandro was still asleep beside her, his breathing a soft, rhythmic snore, but the feeling was different. It was a predatory gaze, a weight on her skin. She turned her head slowly, her heart seizing. Lucas was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the frame, naked, his phone in his hand. He gave her a slow, wicked smirk.Her own phone, on the nightstand, buzzed. With a trembling hand, she reached for it. A message from an unknown number. She opened it. It was a picture. Her. Naked. Sprawled on the couch, her legs spread, her face a mask of post-orgasmic bliss. The photo was taken from an angle that clearly showed Lucas’s muscular thigh and the base of his cock where it entered her. It was obscene. It was undeniable.The text that followed was short and to the point. Good morning, my beautiful whore. Remember this today.She dropped the phone as if it burned her. She was trapped. Completely and utterly trapped.At brea
Alejandro smiled, a kind, oblivious expression that made her want to scream. “Well, that’s wonderful. We should always take care of each other.” He held out a hand to help her up. “Come on, mi amor. You look pale. Let’s get you to bed.”She placed her trembling hand in his, letting him pull her to her feet. She couldn’t meet his eyes. She could only feel Lucas’s gaze on her, a physical weight, hot and triumphant. He had won. He had stood there, his cock still wet from her mouth, and lied to her husband’s face while she knelt at his feet.“I’m just a little dizzy,” Sofia mumbled, the lie tasting like ash in her mouth. “The migraine…”“Of course, of course,” Alejandro said, his arm wrapping around her shoulders, guiding her from the room. “You need to rest. I’ve got you.”She risked a glance back. Lucas was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a slow, arrogant smirk playing on his lips. He watched her being led away by her husband, and the look in his eyes was one
Alejandro’s voice, cheerful and loving, was a physical blow, a wave of ice water thrown on the fire of their illicit coupling. Sofia’s entire body went rigid, a statue of terror carved from flesh and bone. Every muscle seized, her lungs refusing to draw air, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.But Lucas didn’t stop.He remained inside her, a hot, thick, and deeply unsettling presence. He didn’t even flinch. Instead, a slow, predatory smile spread across his face, a look of pure, unadulterated triumph in his eyes. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, his voice a low, possessive whisper that was far more terrifying than a shout.“He’s home. And my cock is still inside you. Feel that? That’s my cum in you, marking you as mine. Now, you’re going to be a good girl and smile for your husband.”A soft, choked sob escaped her lips. Her hands, which had been clawing at his back, now pushed weakly against his chest, a futile gesture of denial. He was imm
“Good girl,” he purred, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through her very bones. “You’re a much better liar than I thought. That was hot. Listening to you tell him you loved him while my fingers were knuckle-deep in your cheating cunt.”Shame, hot and acidic, warred with the dark thrill that shot through her. She should have been horrified, repulsed. Instead, her pussy gave a traitorous clench, a fresh wave of slick heat coating her thighs. He saw it, of course he saw it. His smirk widened.“Look at you,” he taunted, stepping back and gesturing to the kitchen. “A mess. We made a mess. Clean it up.”Sofia slid off the island, her legs weak, his cum trickling down her inner thighs. She looked at the scattered breakfast plates, the spilled coffee. “What?”“You heard me,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerously soft tone. He pulled a chair out from the table and sat, spreading his legs, his half-hard cock resting on his thigh like a sleeping serpent. “Naked. I want to
Sofia’s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she felt was the ache. A deep, insistent soreness between her thighs, a delicious, punishing reminder of how thoroughly she had been fucked. The second thing she felt was the sticky, cooling mess on her skin and the sheets, the tangible evidence of her sin. She was alone.Panic, cold and sharp, lanced through her. She sat up, the duvet pooling around her waist, and the ruined t-shirt, her last flimsy shield, lay in tatters on the floor. Her body was a roadmap of his possession—faint bruises on her hips where he’d gripped her, a tender mark on her breast where he’d bitten, the raw sensitivity of her nipples and her well-used pussy. She looked at the other side of the bed, at the indentation on the pillow where his head had been. The scent of him was still there, mingled with the musky, unmistakable smell of sex.What had she done? The question was a scream in her head. You became exactly what he said you were, a treacherous voice whispe







