My Ex- Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed with me (R18+)

VERONICA  My fingers trembled around the little gift-wrapped box. A silver necklace with a tiny heart pendant I’d saved three paychecks for as I pushed open Samuel’s dorm room door with my spare key. The lights were off. The hallway fluorescents behind me cut a sharp rectangle across the floor, and that’s when I heard it. A sound I didn’t recognize at first. Wet. Rhythmic. Slapping. “Ohhhhh! Samuel! f**k me hard! f**k my p***y hard!” My stomach dropped through the floor. The voice is high and breathy and utterly, sickeningly familiar. The gift box slipped from my fingers and hit the linoleum with a hollow thud nobody heard. “f**k, your p***y is so tight,” Samuel grunted, his voice strained in a way I’d never heard—not once in the two years we’d been together. “So f*****g wet for me. You like my c**k stretching you out, don’t you?” “Yes! Yes, I love it! I love your big c**k, Samuel! f**k me harder!” My legs carried me forward without permission. The bedroom door was half-open. The desk lamp cast amber light across the scene like a stage spotlight. Amelia—my best friend since freshman year of high school, the girl who’d held my hair back at parties, who’d sworn she’d be my maid of honor—was on all fours on Samuel’s bed. Completely naked. Her blonde hair cascaded down her arched back. Her face was pressed into his pillow, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. Samuel kneeled behind her, his hands gripping her hips so hard his knuckles were white. His naked body gleamed with sweat. He was f*****g her from behind with brutal, punishing thrusts that made the headboard slam against the wall. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” Samuel growled, pulling her hair back so her spine arched deeper. “You came here just to get my c**k, didn’t you?” “Mmm, yes! I’ve wanted your c**k for so long! Veronica doesn’t deserve you!” He laughed—a cruel, breathless sound. “Veronica won’t even let me finger her. Such a prude. But you—” He slapped Amelia’s ass hard, and she yelped, then moaned. “You spread your legs the second I texted you.” “Because I know what a real man needs! Oh God, Samuel, right there! Right f*****g there!” The headboard slammed faster. Their bodies collided with obscene wet sounds. I could see the glisten of her arousal on his shaft every time he pulled back, could see the way she pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. I couldn’t breathe. “Say my name,” Samuel demanded, his voice ragged. “Say it while I f**k you.” “Samuel! Samuel, oh f**k, Samuel! You’re so much better than anyone I’ve ever had!” “Tell me I’m yours.” “You’re mine! You’re mine now, Samuel! Leave her! Leave that frigid b***h and f**k me every night!” He groaned, throwing his head back. “f**k, Amelia, your p***y is gripping me so tight. You’re gonna make me c*m. You’re gonna make me fill you up.” “Do it! c*m inside me! I want to feel it dripping down my thighs!” Something broke inside my chest. A sound escaped me—not a word, just a wounded animal noise. They both froze. Samuel’s eyes snapped to the doorway. For one suspended moment, I saw panic flicker across his features. Then it vanished, replaced by something cold and defensive. He didn’t pull out of her. He didn’t move. “Veronica.” My name, flat and annoyed. Like I’d interrupted him watching a football game. Amelia turned her head slowly, and the smugness on her face was a physical blow. She didn’t scramble for the sheets. She didn’t look ashamed. She just smiled—a slow, satisfied curve of her lips—and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, Veronica,” she said, not a trace of apology in her voice. “Sorry, but Samuel is mine now.” “What?” The word came out as a whisper. Samuel pulled out of her then, his erection slick and glistening, and he didn’t bother covering himself. He just stood up, grabbed a towel from his desk chair, and wiped himself off like he was cleaning up after a workout. “You heard her,” he said. “This is your fault, Veronica.” “My fault?” “Two years.” He balled up the towel and threw it in the corner. “Two years, and you won’t let me touch you. Every time I try anything, you push my hands away. You’re so damn conservative, acting like s*x is some sacred thing. Well, I’m a man with needs, and Amelia—” He gestured at her sprawled naked body. “Amelia actually knows how to please me.” “I was waiting for marriage! You said you respected that!” “I lied.” He shrugged. “I was hoping you’d loosen up. But you never did.” Amelia stretched languorously on the bed, making sure I saw every curve of her body. “It’s nothing personal, Veronica. He just needed someone who could actually satisfy him. And honestly?” She traced a finger down her stomach. “He’s the best I’ve ever had. He can make me c*m so easily. Can you say the same?” The question was a knife. She knew I couldn’t. Samuel smirked. “Amelia can make me c*m in minutes. Minutes, Veronica. I don’t have to beg. I don’t have to wait. She just—” He snapped his fingers. “She knows what she’s doing.” “You’re disgusting.” My voice cracked. “I’m a man with options,” he corrected. “If you’d just given yourself to me, none of this would’ve happened. Think about that while you’re crying yourself to sleep tonight.” Amelia giggled. “Aww, don’t be too hard on her, baby. She’ll find someone eventually. Someone boring, like her.” They both laughed. I don’t remember deciding to move. One moment I was frozen in the doorway; the next, my palm connected with Samuel’s cheek with a crack that echoed through the room. His head snapped sideways. Before Amelia could react, my hand found her face too—a backhand that sent her sprawling against the pillows. “You can have each other,” I spat, my voice unrecognizable. “You deserve each other.” Samuel’s hand was on his reddening cheek, shock finally breaking through his arrogance. Amelia stared at me with wide eyes, holding her face. I ran down the hallway, past the elevators, into the stairwell where my footsteps clanged against metal. I didn’t stop until I burst through the building’s front doors into the cold night air. The tears came then—hot and blinding, streaming down my face as I stumbled toward the street. I had no plan. No destination. Just a need to be anywhere but here.