เข้าสู่ระบบLila Kane stared up at Damon, chest heaving, the leather collar tight around her neck. His confession hung heavy between them.
“You love me like a maniac?” she whispered, voice cracking. “Damon, that’s insane, you’re scaring me.”
She pushed at his chest, panic rising. “Get off me, I need air, I can’t do this right now.”
Damon’s gray eyes darkened. “Lila, wait. Don’t run from me.”
But she was already moving. Lila scrambled off the bed, grabbed her clothes with shaking hands, and bolted for the door, collar still locked around her neck. “I have to go, I need to think.”
“Lila!” Damon shouted, but she didn’t stop. She ran into the night and caught the first ferry off the island.
Hours later, she checked into a quiet hotel on the mainland. Her hands trembled as she removed the collar and set it aside. “This is too much,” she muttered. “He’s obsessed.”
She had just stepped out of the shower when a loud knock sounded on the door.
Lila froze. “Who is it?”
“Open the door, Lila.” Damon’s deep voice sent chills down her spine. “I know you’re in there.”
Her heart raced. “How did you find me?”
“Open it.”
She cracked the door. Damon pushed inside, tall and lean-muscled, gray eyes blazing. He locked the door behind him.
“You ran from me,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “After everything I confessed, you fucking ran.”
Lila backed up. “Your obsession scares me, Damon. The collar, the choking, saying you’d burn everything for me… I got scared.”
Damon stepped closer. “Good. Be scared. Because I’m crazy about you, Lila. I’ve wanted you since the day you moved in, every tease was me trying not to lose control.”
He grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
“I do,” she admitted, voice shaky. “But we can’t let anyone know, ever.”
Damon kissed her hard, then spun her around and bent her over the bed. “Hands on the mattress. Ass up.”
Lila gripped the sheets, breathing fast. Damon kicked her legs wider and rubbed his thick cock along her soaked pussy.
“Damon… please,” she whimpered.
He pushed inside her slowly, stretching her tight pussy inch by inch. “Fuck… so wet for your stepbrother,” he groaned deeply. “This pussy is mine.”
Lila moaned loudly as he filled her completely. “You’re so deep like this. God, Damon… move.”
He gripped her hips and started thrusting, deep and powerful, picking up speed. “You ran from me, brat. Now take every hard inch.”
The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Damon fucked her harder, one hand reaching around to grip her throat lightly while the other held her waist.
“Fuck, Lila… your pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, voice rough. “I’m obsessed with you, I can’t let you go.”
Lila pushed back against him, perky breasts swinging with every thrust. “Harder! Fuck me harder, Damon. Own me completely.”
Damon pounded into her relentlessly, hips slamming against her toned ass. “Ahh… yes. This is what you get for running. Take your stepbrother’s cock like a good girl.”
Lila’s moans grew louder. “I’m yours… I’m your dirty little stepsister. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He leaned over her, biting her shoulder as he drove even deeper. “You feel so fucking good. I’m going to fill this pussy every night from now on. We go home as a secret couple, no one knows, but you belong to me.”
Lila’s legs shook. “Yes! I’ll be your secret. Just keep fucking me like this. I’m so close…”
Damon reached around and rubbed her clit fast while slamming into her. “Cum for me, Lila.
Lila shattered violently, her pussy clenched tight around him.
Damon groaned loudly, burying himself deep. “Fuck… Lila! Take all my cum.”
He came hard, pumping thick and hot inside her, body shaking against hers.
They stayed locked together, breathing heavily. Damon gently stroked her back, collar still around her neck.
“We're going home tomorrow,” he said softly. “Secret dark couple, you’re mine, every night, eevery day.”
Lila nodded, voice hoarse. “Twisted… but I want it too.”
Her phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand. Their mother’s name lit up the screen.
“Lila, where are you? Damon is missing too. Call me right now.”
Lila’s eyes widened as she showed Damon the message, his arm tightening possessively around her waist.
What were they going to tell their parents when they returned home together?
Chapter 1Elena Ramirez stumbled slightly on the front steps, the wine from the neighborhood party make her head pleasantly fuzzy. She fumbled with her keys for a long moment before finally pushing open the door.“Home sweet home,” she muttered, kicking off her heels in the hallway. The house felt too quiet, marcus had been gone for six long months again, and little Liam was already fast asleep upstairs after the babysitter left.Elena made her way to the master bedroom, the cool air brushing her warm skin. She reached behind her back and slowly unzipped her tight red dress, letting it slide down her body and pool at her feet. Standing there in just her black lace bra and panties, her heavy breasts straining against the fabric and her thick juicy ass barely covered, she let out a tired sigh.She walked toward the window to close the curtains, but froze.Across the narrow yard, the lights were on in Alex Rivera’s bedroom. The handsome young neighbor stood completely naked after his show
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Isabelle Moreau closed the trailer door behind them after the long day on set, her body still buzzing from the heated love scenes they had filmed. The late-night rehearsal had run much longer than expected, and now only the two of them remained.Vic Lang leaned against the counter, her athletic arms crossed over her chest, sharp green eyes watching Izzy with clear hunger. “You were incredible today, Izzy. The way you melted under me in that last take… it didn’t feel like acting.”Izzy’s cheeks flushed as she set her script down. Her hourglass figure shifted nervously in her silk robe. “Vic, we were just doing our job, It’s a love scene, that’s all.”Vic stepped closer, her presence commanding. “Bullshit. I felt how your body reacted when I touched you. Your nipples got hard, your breathing changed, tell me you didn’t feel something.”Izzy backed up until her hips hit the small couch. “I’m married. Mark is a good man, he loves me. I can’t… we can’t do this.”Vic’s voice dropped lower,
Chapter 1Isabelle Moreau stepped out of the black SUV, her elegant curves hugged by a fitted cream dress that swayed with every move. The studio lot buzzed around her, but her violet eyes were fixed on the tall, athletic woman waiting near the entrance.Her husband, Mark, leaned across the seat. “Have a good day, sweetheart. And Vic, please take care of my wife for me. She’s been a little stressed lately.”Victoria Lang stood with her arms crossed, short silver-blonde hair catching the morning light, sharp green eyes gleaming, she gave a slow nod, her toned arms flexing slightly under her black shirt. “Don’t worry, Mark. I’ll take very good care of Izzy.”The way Vic said her name sent a shiver down Izzy’s spine. Mark smiled, oblivious, and kissed Izzy’s cheek before driving off.Izzy adjusted her bag, heart beating faster. “You didn’t have to say it like that.”Vic stepped closer, her presence commanding. “Like what? I’m just doing what your husband asked, taking care of you.” Her g
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