All Chapters of MAKE ME SCREAM: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Victor’s breath was scorching against my left nipple, his lips so close I could almost feel the wet heat of his tongue, yet he held perfectly still, making me wait. The satin robe hung completely open now, framing my body like an offering. My sheer white babydoll did nothing to hide how hard my nipples had become, dark, swollen peaks straining desperately against the delicate lace, begging for the mouth hovering just millimeters away.The warm ocean breeze whispered across the rooftop terrace, cooling the slick arousal already coating my inner thighs. Every distant sound made my heart stutter, the faint ding of the elevator somewhere inside the hotel, the soft rustle of palm leaves, the possibility that at any second a guest, a staff member, or worse, one of Ethan’s friends could step through those glass doors and see me like this: freshly married, satin robe open, letting my brand-new father-in-law tease my tits while my husband snored upstairs.Victor’s dark eyes lifted to mine, ful

Victor’s tongue never stopped.Even as the hotel staff member stepped fully onto the far side of the rooftop terrace, tray of empty champagne glasses balanced in one hand, humming softly under his breath, my father-in-law kept his mouth sealed around my swollen clit and sucked harder. Two thick fingers curled deep inside my pussy, stroking that perfect spot with relentless precision while the warm night air brushed over my exposed tits and the slick mess dripping down my thighs.My eyes widened in pure panic. The staff member was only twenty feet away, facing away from us for now, but any second he could turn to check the lanterns or the railing and see everything: me, twenty-two years old and freshly married, satin robe hanging open, sheer babydoll pushed up around my waist, legs spread obscenely while my brand-new father-in-law knelt between them devouring my married pussy like it was his right.“Victor—stop—” I whispered frantically, the words barely a breath.He didn’t. Instead, h

Victor’s thick cock was buried to the hilt inside me, stretching my newly married pussy so full I could feel him in my stomach. The warm ocean breeze licked across my exposed skin, cooling the sweat beading between my breasts and the slick mess dripping down my thighs. My hands gripped the stone railing so tightly my knuckles were white, satin robe hanging uselessly open, sheer babydoll bunched around my waist like a ruined white flag of surrender.He stayed perfectly still for one torturous heartbeat, letting me feel every thick inch of him pulsing deep inside me while his big hand stayed wrapped around my throat from behind, not choking hard yet, just holding, claiming, reminding me exactly who was fucking his son’s wife on her wedding night.“Feel that, Elena?” he growled low against my ear, voice rough with raw lust. His free hand slid up my body and cupped my left breast, fingers finding my still-swollen, spit-slick nipple instantly. He rolled it slowly between thumb and forefing

He takes the rose from my shaking fingers.I whimper at the loss, a sound so desperate it humiliates me, but he only turns the intensity up one notch and presses it back against my clit, holding it there with his big, calloused hand. The increased suction makes my spine curve off the bed.His other hand slides between my thighs. Two thick fingers drag through my soaked folds, spreading my wetness from my entrance up to my clit and back down, slow and exploratory, like he’s mapping me.“Jesus Christ,” he growls. “You’re absolutely dripping. This poor little cunt hasn’t been touched properly in months, has it?”“Jax, we can’t—”“Answer me.”“No,” I choke. “He doesn’t, he never—”“Never makes you come.” It’s not a question. He pushes two fingers inside me, slow, thick, stretching me open, and curls them against my front wall while the rose keeps sucking my clit. The dual sensation is so overwhelming that my vision blurs.“Oh fuck, Jax—”“There it is.” He pumps his fingers deeper, scissor

“Look at that.” His hand slides down my spine, over the curve of my ass, and dips between my legs. Two fingers drag through the mess I’ve made. “Soaked the fucking carpet just from sucking my cock. This pussy is starving.”He picks up the rose toy from where it fell on the bed. Turns it to the highest setting. Presses it against my clit from behind and I scream into the pillow.“Scream louder,” he says. “Your husband’s two floors down. Let’s see if he hears.”I feel the head of his cock nudge my entrance. Thick. Blunt. Splitting me open with just the pressure.“You’re going to come on this toy while I fuck you,” he says, voice low and dark and certain. “And you’re going to beg your brother-in-law to fill that married pussy with his cum. Understood?”“Yes, please, put it in, I need—”He pushes in.The first inch stretches me so wide my mouth drops open in a silent scream. He’s thicker than anything I’ve ever taken, the burn is exquisite, a bright sharp ache that blooms into fullness as