The Line
1048 Words
Mia
That night I lay next to Ethan in the dark, just listening to him breathe. In. Out. In. Out. The AC kept humming and the house made these random creaks like it was alive and side-eyeing me.
His hand found mine right before he knocked out.
Earlier he’d asked me all soft and worried, “You seem distant lately. Everything okay, Mia? With the move… with us?”
I smiled and said I was just adjusting. That it was a lot.
He told me “I love you” and it felt like a punch in the gut.
I whispered it back. The lie tasted nasty on my tongue. He’s actually a good guy. And I’m… this.
I couldn’t sleep at all. Kept replaying what happened in Victor’s office. His hands grabbing me. His mouth on me. How he stretched me open. That sound he made when he came inside. My body kept getting hot and wet again even though I felt like s**t about it. I squeezed my thighs together hard. Stop.
Way before the house woke up I snuck out. Walked through the wet grass all the way to the stone wall by the gates. Felt like the normal world was right there but I couldn’t reach it anymore.
Alex was already there smoking, leaning like he owned the sunrise or something.
He turned and gave me that sharp smirk. “Morning, Mia. Couldn’t sleep either?”
I tried to walk past but he stepped right in front.
“I saw you,” he said. Straight up.
My stomach flipped.
“You on your knees. Then bent over Dad’s desk getting f****d like a slut. I saw everything. How you came. How he filled you.”
He grabbed my waist and pulled me hard against him. “Nice little show, sister-in-law.”
“Alex— what the f**k—”
“If you don’t want Ethan to know,” he said real low and mean, “you’ll meet me tomorrow night. Eight. This address.” He shoved a black card into my robe, knuckles brushing my tit on purpose. “Don’t be late.”
I was shaking. Mad. Scared. And yeah… kinda turned on. Which pissed me off even more.
“You’re his brother,” I hissed. “I’m married to Ethan.”
Alex laughed low. His hand slid down and squeezed my ass, pulling me closer so I could feel him getting hard. “And yet you let my father wreck you. If you can take his c**k, you can take mine.” His lips brushed my ear. “Plus you’re breathing all heavy. Part of you wants it, huh?”
He let go, stepped back with that cocky grin and just walked off like he already had me.
I stood there frozen. Heart slamming. What the actual f**k is happening to me?
The whole day went by in a blur. I smiled when I needed to, nodded, pretended.
By evening the house got quiet. I was walking down the long hallway when Victor appeared at the end.
“Mia.”
Just my name, but damn.
“We need to talk,” he said, coming closer.
“This is wrong,” I blurted. “What we did in your office—”
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he cut me off, voice all rough. “How you sounded. How wet you got. How good that p***y felt around my cock.”
My face got hot. My p***y throbbed.
“Tell me to leave you alone,” he said, eyes locked on me. “Say it. Tell me you don’t want me inside you again.”
I opened my mouth… nothing came out.
Next thing I knew I was kissing him hard, desperate, tongues all over each other.
He groaned. “My room. Now.”
Soon as the door closed he had me against it. Hands rough, yanking my dress off. Kissing and biting my neck, sucking on my t**s, licking down my stomach. Then he picked me up easy and carried me to the bed he shares with my mom.
“Lie back,” he said. “Spread your legs.”
I did. f**k, I just did it.
He got between my thighs and started licking me all messy. No teasing, straight nasty. Sucking hard on my c**t while two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling and pumping. He was making these hungry noises like he couldn’t get enough.
“Victor— f**k—” I moaned, grinding on his face, pulling his hair.
He shoved a third finger in, stretching me more, going faster while his tongue flicked wild on my c**t. I was dripping everywhere, down his chin, on the sheets. So wet and loud.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled into me. “Make a mess, baby. Come on my tongue.”
I came hard, biting my arm so I wouldn’t scream. My body was jerking all over while he kept licking and fingering me through it.
Then he stood up quick, pulled his clothes off. c**k hard and leaking. He climbed on me, spread my legs wider and thrust in deep.
I gasped loud. He felt so thick.
He started f*****g me hard, deep strokes, bed creaking like crazy. Skin slapping, wet sounds filling the room every time he slammed in.
“Tell me you hate me,” he growled, pounding harder.
“I hate you,” I moaned, legs wrapped tight around him. “I hate you so much… but don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He covered my mouth with his hand when I came again. My eyes rolled back, toes curling, p***y squeezing him so tight. He kept f*****g me right through it, grunting and sweating.
“f**k, this p***y is mine now,” he groaned, going faster. “Gonna fill you up again.”
With a deep groan he buried himself and came hard, pumping hot c*m deep inside me. He kept grinding slow after, pushing it all in.
We just lay there sweaty, breathing heavy. His c*m was already leaking out onto the sheets.
Later when I snuck back into Ethan’s room, still dripping down my thighs, I couldn’t even lie to myself.
I’m not in control anymore.
Not even close.
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