That night, Victor called. "Lily, come alone. To the bungalow."
I told Alex, "Brother, I'll go. But you follow behind."
Alex tried to stop me. "No, Lily. This is dangerous."
But Sophia said, "Go, but be prepared."
I reached the bungalow—dilapidated and dark. Victor was there, silver-haired with cruel eyes. "Lily, you're beautiful. But this sin of yours—with your brother—I'll use it."
He grabbed me, his hands on my body. "Stop!" I screamed.
But he laughed. "Your mother was mine. Now you're mine."
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I struggled, but he pressed me against the wall. His hands invaded my clothes. "This fair skin of yours... I'll break it." His c**k pressed against my thigh, hard and terrifying.
"No, Victor!" But my body was a traitor, fear transforming into arousal.
Then Damien arrived—he was Victor
