INICIAR SESIÓNAbigail Like that, the wedding was cut off. We came back to the city the same day. My mother sat in the front with her hands locked together in her lap. Every few minutes she turned her face toward the window and wiped her eyes when she thought nobody would notice. I watched her from the back seat and kept quiet. The lie we were carrying sat heavy between all of us. The worst part? She still thought I was innocent. She didn't know I wanted this. In fact, we planned this. By the time evening came she was already in the kitchen. The smell of my favorite stew filled the whole house—the same one she used to make when I was little and needed cheering up. She set the table like it was something special, lining up the bowls and spoons with extra care. “Come sit, Abi,” she said. Her voice sounded tired. “I made the stew just how you like it. Extra pepper.” I sat down. Cassian took the chair right next to me. Dad sat across
Abigail The next morning, while we were about to start the next prayer conclusion, my fiancé stopped them.He stood near the front of the small shrine courtyard, shoulders tight, hands clenched at his sides. The morning light made the sweat on his forehead shine. He took a deep breath before he could speak.“I can’t go ahead with the wedding.”The words landed like a stone in still water. His mother’s face went blank for a second. Then her knees buckled. A broken sound left her throat. Her brother—his uncle—grabbed her arm and held her up before she could hit the ground. She clutched at his shirt with both hands, eyes wide and wet, mouth open like she couldn’t pull in enough air.“What did you just say?” the uncle asked, voice sharp. My fiancé’s throat moved as he swallowed. His eyes flicked once toward Cassian, then toward Dad. I felt the weight of those looks. The same eyes that had watched us last night in the locked shrine. The same threat that still hung in the air.He forced t
Abigail My heart dropped to my stomach, before it started pounding so fast as the door opened. My fiancé stood frozen in the doorway. His eyes went wide, then wider. The color drained from his face so fast I thought he might fall. His mouth opened but no sound came out at first. One hand gripped the doorframe hard enough that his knuckles turned white. His whole body locked up…shoulders rigid, chest rising in short, sharp breaths. He took one step inside. Then another. His gaze dragged over the three of us: me naked and straddling Cassian, Dad still buried deep in my ass, candles throwing our shadows across the shrine walls. The smell of incense and sex mixed together. His face twisted—shock, then raw disgust, then something darker. “What… what the fuck isgoing on here?” His voice cracked on the first word, then rose. He pointed a shaking finger at us. “You’re… you’re really…fucking them…. Right now... In front of the altar… Am I seeing things? No… this is impossible…” Shame sla
Abigail I heard the door open behind me. I didn’t turn around at first. My hands stayed pressed together in front of the altar. The candles flickered. Incense smoke curled up toward the low ceiling. I already knew who it was. I already knew why they had come. My heart jumped to my stomach as Cassian and Dad stepped into the shrine room, but it wasn’t fear. It was something hotter and more dangerous. I looked into their eyes, all I could see was pure hunger. I should have told them to leave immediately. I should have focused on the prayer instead. I should have remembered the wedding in five days and the husband waiting for me. But I didn’t. I couldn't take my eyes off them, especially the hard bulges in their trousers. Cassian’s voice was low. “Keep praying, stepsis.” I swallowed. “I… I am praying.” Dad moved closer. “Don’t stop. We want to hear your voice.” Cassian’s hands were already on my clothes. He pulled my blouse open, then the rest. Cool air touched my skin. I kept m
Abigail I was getting married in five days. Mom stood in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Abi, my dear, stop this nonsense right now. The date is fixed. Everything is arranged.” I wiped my face with the back of my hand. But the tears kept coming anyway. I couldn't believe she was forcing me into marriage. At some point, I thought maybe she had known about me, my stepdad, and my stepbrother, and thought maybe that was the reason she was doing this to me. But she didn't, because she had been on a business trip when all this happened. “Mom, please. I’m still small for that. I don’t want to get married yet. Five days is too soon. Can’t we wait for a few years?” I was begging her not because I was scared to get married. The real reason sat like a stone in my chest. I couldn’t say it to anyone. How do I tell her that I was fucking her husband and her stepson, and that I couldn’t live without their cocks. Getting married meant
Isabella He didn’t make me wait. He dropped to his knees in front of me with a deep growl, his hands gripping my thighs as he yanked my panties to the side. His breath was hot against my pussy, his tongue was on me without warning, rough and demanding. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair as he licked my folds, his tongue flicking over my clit with practiced precision. “Ohhh… Arghhhh…fuck… I have missed this so much,” I moaned, my hips rocking against his face. “Right there… Yesss…Williams…just like that.” He groaned, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me as he speared his tongue inside me. I was a mess of need, my body trembling as he ate me like a monster, his fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to leave bruises. The cameras were still on us…we both knew it…but neither of us cared. The thrill of being caught only made it hotter. “You make me so horny, I can’t stand it! God! You’re so hot, Will!” “Cum for me, Bella,” he growled, his voice rough with







