The hallway carpet muffled my footsteps as I stormed toward my sister’s honeymoon suite, fury boiling in my veins like molten lava. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. Just minutes ago, I had gone looking for my boyfriend Jake in the hotel’s dimly lit corridor near the reception area, only to freeze in the shadows and witness the ultimate betrayal.
There she was—my older sister, Elena—on her knees in her f*****g wedding dress, the white lace pooled around her like a dirty halo. Her veil was still pinned in her perfectly styled hair, mascara already smudged from earlier tears of “joy.” And between her glossy red lips was my boyfriend’s c**k. Jake’s hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her head as she sucked him with shameless hunger, bobbing deep, gagging softly, sal
