Ruined On My Wedding Day-7

ROSE

The tension in the honeymoon suite was suffocating. Daniel stood frozen in the bathroom doorway, staring at me — naked, flushed, cum from both him and Elias running down my thighs. Elias’s hand stayed possessively on my ass, claiming me right in front of his best friend.

Daniel’s voice cracked. “You’re pregnant?”

Elias didn’t flinch. “She might be. And it’s probably mine.”

I felt sick. Thrilled. Terrified. All at once.

Daniel laughed bitterly, the sound breaking. “You’ve been letting him fuck you raw this whole time? While I thought we were building something real?”

He stormed toward us. For a second I thought he’d hit Elias. Instead he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from my stepbrother.

“She’s my wife,” Daniel snarled. “Get the fuck out.”

Elias smirked, still half-hard, cum glistening on his cock. “Make me.”

The two men stared each other down. My heart pounded so hard I felt dizzy. I was standing between them completely naked, leaking their combined mess, while they fought over who owned me.

Daniel looked at me, eyes glassy. “Tell him to leave, Rose. Tell him it’s over.”

I opened my mouth. No words came out.

Elias stepped closer, voice low and dangerous. “Tell him the truth. Tell him how many times you came on my cock last night while he slept.”

Daniel’s face twisted. He shoved Elias hard. They crashed into the wall, fists flying. I screamed for them to stop, but they were too far gone.

Security burst in minutes later after I called the front desk in panic.

Both men were dragged out. I was left alone in the ruined suite, body sore, mind spinning.

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I spent the morning in a daze. My mom kept asking what happened. I said nothing.

By afternoon, I found Elias waiting for me at the private beach cove behind the resort.

He pulled me behind some rocks the second he saw me. No words. He shoved my sundress up, ripped my bikini bottoms aside, and bent me over a smooth boulder.

His cock slammed into me without warning.

I moaned loudly, not caring who heard. He fucked me hard and fast, one hand covering my mouth, the other gripping my hip bruisingly.

“You’re mine,” he growled with every thrust. “Not his. Never his.”

I came quickly, shaking, pushing back to take him deeper. He followed with a deep groan, filling me again while the ocean waves crashed nearby.

After, he held me against his chest.

“Leave him,” he said. “Run away with me. Today.”

I kissed him instead of answering. Guilty. Addicted. Torn.

That night, Daniel found me in one of the empty villas.

He didn’t yell. He just pulled me into his arms and kissed me desperately. We ended up on the bed. He made love to me slowly, tenderly, whispering how much he loved me, how he’d forgive everything if I chose him.

I came for him. But I thought of Elias the entire time.

As Daniel fell asleep again, I slipped out.

Elias was waiting outside.

He took me against the villa wall, hard and rough, lifting one of my legs as he pounded into me.

“You fucked him again, didn’t you?” he growled, biting my neck.

“Yes,” I admitted, moaning. “I did.”

He fucked me harder, like he was punishing me for it. I came twice before he filled me again.

We were both breathing hard when we heard footsteps.

Daniel stood at the corner of the path, watching us.

This time he didn’t say anything. He just turned and walked away.

The next morning, Daniel left the island without me.

My mom called me in tears. Caleb was furious. The family was falling apart.

And Elias stood in my doorway, suitcase in hand.

“I’m not leaving without you,” he said. “Choose.”

I looked at the man I was supposed to marry… and the stepbrother who had ruined me for anyone else.