The Alpha’s Christmas Possession

The Sin and the Sign

Chapter 4

Amara's POV

"Oh s**t. I need your c**k so badly!" I said to the stranger as I lay on the bed in his hotel room.

"I need your p***y badder than the f*****g water," he remarked through a steamy erotic haze. "Screw this!" He shouted as he offed his pants . "Suck my big d**k!"

"Yes sir," I giggled seductively. Diving right down and jamming the stranger’s long thick manhood through my bright red lips, sending amazing shockwaves from his head to toe. I couldn't believe that I was sucking a stranger just to forget bits of what had happened with Richard earlier.

"Ooooh fuuuuuuck. You suck c**k so good," he mouthed.

I laughed, twisting my head up and down from his tip to his balls. I took a breather after a few minutes passed, stroking his shaft with my fingers while grinning upward towards his face in the dark.

I groaned loudly against his sensitive tip, deep throating his c**k and gagging over and over.

"Oh f**k, oh f**k. Come on, don't bust my nuts in your mouth. I want to lick your c**t "

I smiled as I heard him say that. Richard has never for once sucked my c**t whenever we had s*x in four years of dating. Even though I have him blow jobs, he never did it for me.

I hopped on the bed, leaning back and spreading my slender legs wide. My pink v****a was inviting as it gleamed and throbbed with wetness.

He leaned towards me, sloshing across the bed and burying his face in my p***y.

I was moaning and groaning, grabbing his head with both hands and grinding his teeth against my t**t.

He jabbed as deep as he could in my tight hole and rocked his head back and forth at a steady clip, moaning pleasantly.

"Oh f**k, yes-yes-yes! Keep tongue-f*****g me!" I moaned loudly.

He swung his head faster and faster, chasing a perverted thrill.

"I wanna f**k you"

I whispered as I reached my first orgasm from being tongue f****d by him.

“Get your ass down on the bed so I can ride your big c**k!" I added.

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When I woke up the next morning, the stranger was still lying beside me, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. My eyes shot open, and I couldn’t believe what I had done, how I had allowed myself to sleep with him in the same hotel room where Richard and Kattie had shattered my world. The weight of last night pressed down on me like a stone in my chest.

He was still asleep, unaware and my mind raced with the possibilities of what this encounter could bring. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my thoughts from all I had had to drink yesterday.

“No, Amara. This was only a mistake, and it will remain that,” I whispered to myself, the words shaking as they left my lips.

I moved quickly, slipping out of the bed and rushing toward the sofa where my dress lay. I pulled it on as fast as I could, my heart hammering, my hands trembling. Every second felt urgent, as though the longer I stayed, the harder it would become to undo what had happened.

Just as I grabbed my shoes and prepared to leave, my phone began to ring from my bag. Panic surged through me. I couldn’t let him wake up to the sound. I hurried to answer, keeping my voice low and trembling.

“Miss Okonkwo…” the voice on the other end said, formal and controlled.

I froze, taken aback by the formality. In my rush, I hadn’t even checked who it was. I glanced at the screen and my heart sank. The caller was from the hospital where my mother lay, weak and fighting for her life.

The moment I heard the words, my mood changed entirely. Every ounce of disbelief and guilt from last night was replaced by fear and urgency. My mother’s health had deteriorated and the first installment for her surgery had to be paid immediately, or I risked everything collapsing.

I gripped my bag tightly as a chill ran down my spine. My mother was dying, and I had no time to lose. There was no one to rely on.

The months leading up to this had already left me buried in debts, with medical bills, hospital stays and consultations. And during all that time, I had never asked Richard for help. Not once. I had invested everything in him, believing his company would flourish fast enough to offset all the costs. I had believed in him, in us, in the future we had promised each other. Who could have known that in all those years, I had been nothing more than a pawn in his game, a side piece in his carefully constructed life?

As the call ended, the hospital management’s warning echoed in my ears, one thought burned clearer than anything else, that I had no other choice.

The ghostwriting gig at Vyrywn Crest Island wasn’t just an opportunity anymore, it was a lifeline. Rumors, dangers and isolation, the whispers of ghosts or talking animals on the island no longer mattered now. I had to take it. I had no other hope or any other way to save my mother and reclaim the fragments of my life that had been ripped away. My father died years ago after he had left us to another woman. So my mother had only me.

For the first time in hours, my resolve hardened. I would go. I would face whatever awaited me at Vyrywn Crest Island. Because right now, survival wasn’t just about me, it was about my mother, the last tether to a life that still mattered.