登入Emma's POV. The guilt should have eaten me alive by morning. Instead, it twisted into something darker, more addictive. I lay in the guest bed, my fingers lazily circling my swollen clit, replaying every filthy moment from the office—the way Mark had pinned me down, flooded me with his cum while my sister soaked in the tub just upstairs. His seed had dried on my thighs again overnight, a sticky reminder I couldn’t bring myself to fully wash away. “This is wrong. This is destroying everything.”But my body didn’t care. It craved him. Craved the danger.Claire was in full newlywed mode when I finally went downstairs. She’d made fresh fruit smoothies and was scrolling through honeymoon photos on her laptop at the kitchen island. “Morning! Mark’s in the shower. I swear, that man has endless energy.” She winked at me, oblivious.My cheeks burned. If only she knew how endless.I forced a smile, sipping the smoothie. “You two seem so happy. It’s… really sweet.”She pulled me into a hug. “Th
Emma's POV. Morning light hit me like an accusation. I woke up sticky, sore in the best and worst ways, Mark’s dried cum still marking my inner thighs and the sheets beneath me. The guest room smelled faintly of sex. I stared at the ceiling, my heart pounding as memories flooded back—his thick cock stretching me, the way he’d filled me so completely, calling me tighter than my own sister. Shame burned my cheeks, but my pussy clenched at the thought, already growing wet again. “What the hell is wrong with me?”I showered quickly, scrubbing every trace of him from my skin, but I couldn’t wash away the marks: faint bruises on my hips from his grip, a hickey just below my collarbone that I’d have to hide with makeup. Claire would notice if I wasn’t careful. My sister. The one who had always protected me, shared everything with me. Now I was sharing her husband in the most unforgivable way.Downstairs, the kitchen was bright and cheerful. Claire was making pancakes, humming happily in yog
Emma's POV.The rest of the day was pure torture. Claire kept us busy—unpacking wedding gifts, laughing over photo albums on her phone, planning their Bali trip like the future was a bright, uncomplicated road ahead. Every time she touched Mark’s arm or leaned in to kiss his cheek, my stomach clenched with a toxic mix of guilt and envy. I smiled through it all, playing the supportive little sister, but my body was a live wire. My pussy still throbbed from the kitchen island, my nipples sensitive against the fabric of my tank top. Mark moved through the house like nothing had happened, charming, attentive to Claire, the perfect husband, yet every glance he sent my way burned.During lunch, his hand brushed my thigh under the table while Claire stepped away to take a work call. At the pool later that afternoon, while Claire swam laps, he “helped” me with sunscreen, his fingers lingering too long on the curve of my ass where my bikini bottoms rode up. “Tonight,” he whispered against my e
Emma's POV. I barely slept. The silk nightie felt too thin, too slippery against my skin, and every time I shifted in the guest bed, the ache between my thighs reminded me of Mark’s fingers brushing my hair, his low voice calling me “sis” like it was a filthy secret. I touched myself once, quietly, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood, imagining it was his hand instead of mine. The orgasm was sharp and unsatisfying. Guilt flooded in right after, hot and bitter. Claire was right down the hall, sleeping next to her new husband... my brother-in-law.Morning light filtered through the blinds when I finally dragged myself out of bed. I pulled on a loose tank top and soft cotton shorts, nothing seductive, hoping the casual look would help me play normal. My reflection in the mirror looked flushed, eyes too bright. “Get it together, Emma.”Downstairs, the kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and bacon. Claire was already there, humming as she flipped eggs in a pan, her blonde ponytail swinging
Emma's POV. I stood in the doorway of my sister’s new home, the scent of fresh paint and expensive cologne still lingering in the air. The wedding had been perfect—white roses, crystal chandeliers, and my sister Claire glowing like she’d won the lottery. She always did. Beautiful, successful, the golden child. And now she was married to him.Mark... my brother-in-law.I watched him from across the living room as he carried the last of the gift boxes inside, his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms corded with muscle. Sweat glistened at the base of his throat. He caught me staring and flashed that easy, crooked smile that made my stomach tighten in ways it absolutely shouldn’t.“Need help with those bags, Emma?” His voice was low, a little rough from the long day. He set the box down and wiped his hands on his thighs, drawing my eyes exactly where they didn’t belong.“I’ve got it,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. My heels clicked on the marble
Chloe's POV. I stood in the middle of the penthouse living room the next evening, wearing nothing but the delicate black leather collar around my throat, the gold bracelet locked on my wrist, and a pair of sheer white thigh-high stockings Damien had chosen. The city lights sparkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me, but all I could focus on was him—my Daddy, my owner, my everything, watching me with those dark, possessive eyes as he slowly circled me.“You’re breathtaking, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. One large hand trailed down my spine, over the curve of my ass, then between my cheeks to tap the base of the silver plug still nestled inside me. “Completely marked. Completely mine.”I shivered, my nipples tight, my pussy already dripping down my thighs. “Yes, Daddy. I belong to you. Body, heart, soul… everything.”He pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth as thoroughly as he’d claimed every other part of me. When h
Mia’s POV.The moment Sarah’s car pulled out of the driveway, the air in the house felt different. It became thicker. Charged. Dangerous.I stood at the living room window, watching my best friend disappear down the street, her suitcase packed for a month-long study abroad program in Spain. She had
Isabella’s POV.We lay together on the cold stone floor of the cathedral, wrapped in each other’s arms, our bodies still joined in the afterglow of sin.Father Lucian’s hand rested possessively over my lower belly, his thumb stroking gentle circles as if he could already sense the possibility of li
Isabella’s POV.“Sweet mother of God.”The voice sliced through the sacred silence like a blade.I froze in Father Lucian’s arms, his cock still buried deep inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me toward the rectory. The moonlight from the stained-glass windows painted us in fr
Isabella’s POV.We stayed on the altar long after our bodies had calmed.Father Lucian held me close, his chest pressed to mine, and his hand resting possessively over my lower belly as if he could already sense the sin taking root inside me. His cum continued to leak slowly from both my holes, dri







