CURVES OF ENVY:THE PLUS-SIZE TWIN HE CRAVED

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Mia’s POV

I stormed through the hallway of the beach house, my blood boiling. The music and laughter around me felt like mockery. I grabbed the collar of one of the guys I had paid to help with my plan.

“Where the f**k is she?!” I hissed.

He looked nervous. “Some guy showed up and took her away before we could do anything. Tall, dark hair, looked pissed. I think it was Lucian.”

Lucian.

Rage exploded inside me. That fat b***h had done it again. She had stolen the one person I wanted most. I wanted to scream. I wanted to destroy her. I would make sure she regretted ever being born my twin.

I smashed a glass against the wall and left the party, already planning my next move. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Lily’s POV

I woke up slowly, my body heavy but warm. The drug’s effects had lessened, but a pleasant haze still lingered. I was in a quiet hotel room. Lucian lay beside me, shirtless, watching me with soft, concerned eyes.

“Hey,” he whispered, brushing my hair back. “How are you feeling?”

I looked at him really looked. His handsome face, his strong body, the way he had protected me. Desire flooded me again. I reached for him, pulling him closer.

“Kiss me,” I begged softly.

He did. The kiss started gentle, loving, but quickly grew heated. Our tongues danced as his hands roamed my curves. He sucked on my neck, then moved lower to my breasts, taking one n****e into his mouth and sucking hard while his fingers played with the other.

Uhmm….I moaned, arching into him. His hand slid between my thighs, fingering me slowly at first, then faster, curling inside me until I was gasping his name.

“Lucian…ahhh….Luc…Lucian….please…I want you inside me.

He positioned himself between my legs and thrust into me deeply. The feeling was incredible full, stretching, perfect. He f****d me with long, powerful strokes, kissing me the entire time. His pace increased, thrusting harder, hitting that sweet spot again and again.

Ahh…Lucian ..don’t stop please,he quicken his space hitting that perfect spot

I came again,, crying out as pleasure exploded through me. He followed soon after, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he filled me.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, his arms wrapped protectively around my soft body.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “Always.”

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The morning light felt too bright when I finally woke up properly. Lucian’s arm was still wrapped around my waist, holding me close against his chest. My body ached in the best way a reminder of everything we had done the night before. The gentle kissing, his mouth on my breasts, his fingers inside me, the deep thrusting that had made me see stars. I blushed just thinking about it.

But reality crashed in fast.

I sat up slowly, careful not to wake him. My phone was blowing up with missed calls from home. Mom had texted several times asking where I was. Mia hadn’t texted at all. That silence was more terrifying than anything.

Lucian stirred beside me. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, pulling me back down for a soft kiss. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” I admitted with a shy smile. “But… good. Thank you for saving me last night.”

He frowned, tracing a finger along my cheek. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner. Your sister… she’s dangerous, Lily. We need to be careful.”

We got dressed quietly. Lucian drove me to a nearby café for breakfast before taking me home. The ride was peaceful, his hand resting on my thick thigh the entire time. I wanted to stay in this bubble forever, but I knew I had to face my family.

When I walked through the front door, Mom rushed to hug me. “Lily! Where were you? Mia said you stayed at a friend’s house, but I was so worried.”

Mia sat at the dining table, eating cereal like nothing was wrong. She looked up and gave me a sweet smile. “Yeah, sis. Hope you had fun.”

Her eyes told a different story. Pure hatred.

“I’m fine, Mom,” I said quickly. “Just a long night.”

The rest of the day was tense but quiet. Mia didn’t confront me directly. Instead, she was extra nice in front of our parents helping with chores, laughing at Dad’s jokes. The fake calmness had returned, but I could feel the storm brewing underneath.

That night, in our room, she finally spoke when the lights were off.

“You think you won, don’t you?” she whispered from her bed. “Lucian f*****g you in some hotel like a cheap w***e. I know everything, Lily. And I’m going to make you wish you never touched him.”

I didn’t answer. I just cried silently into my pillow, wondering how much more I could take.

The next week at school was a strange mix of fear and secret happiness. Lucian and I stole moments whenever we could quick kisses in empty hallways, his hands roaming my curves when no one was looking. He told me every day how much he loved my body, how he couldn’t get enough of me.

But Mia was plotting. I could feel it.

One afternoon, I found my locker covered in new insults again. SLUT. HOMEWRECKER. FAT w***e. My books were torn. A note from Mia was taped inside:

Enjoy him while you can. I’m just getting started.

I wanted to break down, but I held it together. For the first time, I was fighting back in small ways ignoring her, focusing on my grades, spending secret time with Lucian.

Lucian became my safe place. After school one day, he pulled me into the old classroom again. This time, we didn’t stop at kissing. He lifted me onto a desk, spread my thick thighs, and made love to me right there slow, deep thrusts while whispering how perfect I was.

“I’m falling for you, Lily,” he said as we finished, holding me close. “I don’t care what your sister does. You’re mine.”

I wanted to believe him. I really did.

But as we left the classroom, I saw Mia standing at the end of the hallway, watching us with a cold smile on her face.