The Substitute Bride’s Revenge

[Rose’s POV] It was hot. My throat burned. I was so thirsty. And empty. This kind of emptiness clawed at me from the inside, like I was desperate to feel anything. Where am I? Why am I here? The last image I remember was that I was sitting in a booth at a bar. My friends were celebrating for me. I had just graduated from Stanford University with a degree in accounting. I had secured an offer from PwC. PwC is one of the Big Four accounting firms. It’s the dream place for anyone majoring in accounting. I also had passed the AICPA. At twenty-two, I had achieved what others only dreamed of. It should’ve been one of the best nights of my life. Then Jessica handed me a drink. And the next thing I knew—I was here. That drink. Something was wrong with it. Did Jessica do this to me? But why? "Click." The door opened. A tall figure stepped in. He walked slowly, deliberately. The room felt smaller with every step he took. I couldn't see his face clearly. I could only feel a strong sense of oppression squeezing the air in the room inch by inch as he approached. He sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress sank down sharply because of his weight. He leaned down, a man's face, slowly clear in the dimness. His eyebrow bones were high, his eye sockets were deep, and those eyes were rolling with undisguised desire. This face...... I must have seen it. But I can't think of anything. He had a strong smell of cedar, mixed with a hint of alcohol, and it got into my nostrils. The smell made the fire in my body burn even more. I tugged at my sundress impatiently, the fabric rubbing against my hot skin, causing a small shiver. His breath sprayed on my cheek. The hot breath of a strange man made my body soften completely. "Is that you?" His voice was low and rough. " Did you drug me?" He grabbed my chin, forcing my head up. His thumb brushed across my lips—rough, almost aggressive. I couldn’t think. My body wasn’t listening to me. Everything felt wrong—and frighteningly familiar. “It wasn’t me...” I whispered. I met his eyes. There was confusion in them. Then something darker. He kissed me. Hard. Like he was angry. I froze. My hand moved on their own—clutching at him. He pulled back for a second, breath ragged. The sound of the fabric being torn. His sundress and underwear were torn by him and thrown to the ground. He held my chest with one hand. He lowered his head, his rough tongue scraping the tip of my n****e. The hot lips wrapped hard around it and swallowed it in a big gulp. His hot breath squirted all over my chest. He kept pulling my n*****s. I felt pain and numbness. There was an unknown pleasure and soreness in my body. I writhed and struggled in discomfort, pushing his head with both hands. "Woo...... No...... Don't bite ......" He finished eating on one side and panted to the other. His whole body was pressed down. I couldn't push it. I was pressed and licked by the man. He lifted up and quickly undressed himself. I writhed uncontrollably, longing for his comfort. He grabbed my hand and slipped it on his c**k, "Here, touch it." His man part was hideous, with a purple-black column body, surrounded by veins. I reached out impatiently. Then I lowered my head and took him in, rhythmically moving. He's so hard that no matter how much I lick and swallow, he can't release it. It exudes a strong smell of male hormones that fascinates me. I've never done anything like this before. But I couldn't stop. He pulled me up and pressed me into bed. I was forced to lift my waist and he tore my panties. Holding the c**k and sliding a few times at the hole opening, the glans squeezed in along the slit. Only half of his head went in, and his scalp was numb. "Why is it so tight......" I was squeezed uncomfortably, and my body writhed impatiently. He grabbed my waist. He tried to poke in, and he sensed a tight barrier in the middle. He was stunned for a moment. "You're the first time?" He pushed inside slowly. I felt a sharp, burning pain as he tore through my virgin barrier. "Ah......” I screamed. The pain woke me up from the effects of the drug. I realized what I was doing, and I tried to break free of the man. But lust pulled me back in before I could catch my breath. My body responded instinctively, making it easier for him to move within her. Everything felt hot, slick, and overwhelming. He kept licking the rose birthmark behind my right ear, making me shiver and gasp constantly. "Heh~ The rose tattoo behind your ear matches you very well, it's really sensitive." "Hmm~ That's not a tattoo, it's a birthmark." I gasped in reply, dodging his kisses, but I couldn't avoid his rhythm. He lowered his head and pecked at my neck, kept leaving hickeys. His heavy breaths against my ear made my scalp prickle and my body tighten without warning. The room filled with the wet squelch of skin on skin. The endless soreness drove me insane. In the final wave, we climaxed together. He came inside me, again and again. He bit my neck hard, like a beast marking his mate. My whole body straightened. I kept spasming and shaking in the pain in my neck. I was soaking wet, my mind going blank as I came. I could do nothing but scream. I gasped for breath and couldn't recover for a long time. Suddenly, I felt him harden again. My eyes widened and I struggled to get him out. He held me down and chuckled in my ear. "Lilith~ You don't think it's over in one go, do you?" Lilith? That's my twin sister's name, and I'm Rose. The realization made me feel cold, and I writhed desperately. "No, I'm not~" He turned me over, and I could feel the deep, dizzying pull inside as everything moved with him. "Ah~" I screamed. He grabbed my hand, laced our fingers together, and crashed his lips onto mine. His tongue pushed in, hungry and wild, tangling with mine without pause. My mind went blank. I couldn’t think—didn’t want to. The only sounds left in the room were our ragged breaths and the soft, rhythmic slap of skin on skin. He never stopped. Never slowed. Just kept taking me, again and again, like he couldn’t get enough. Pleasure kept crashing over me, wave after wave, until I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak—until everything went white. I finally blacked out in his arms.