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His hands bit into her hips, fingers sinking into flesh as he yanked her onto him—no warning, just the brutal, perfect stretch of him forcing her open. A sound ripped out of her—Ah!—loud, shameless, her head snapping back so hard her neck arched, mouth wide, nothing left but the raw wet slap of skin meeting skin.
The bed gave under them. Each thrust punched the frame into the wall, a frantic, merciless rhythm—thud , thud , thud —the headboard splintering plaster, the springs screaming beneath the tangle of sheets already soaked with sweat.
He was too much. Even when he pulled halfway out, dragging against every swollen nerve, she still felt split open on him, her body clinging, greedy, refusing to let him go. Her breath came in broken, wet gasps—uneven, desperate, each one cut short by the next driving push that shoved her up the mattress.
He dropped his mouth to her breast and devoured. A hard, sucking pull that made her back bow off the bed, his teeth sinking into the stiff peak before dragging it out—stretching, pulling , letting it snap back slick and throbbing. The sting shot straight down her spine, colliding with the next thrust, and she couldn't tell where pain ended and need began. Goosebumps erupted across Anna's skin—her thighs, her stomach, her arms—every nerve ending lit raw.
His hand left her hip, dragging up her body with filthy intent. Across the trembling softness of her lower belly, slick with sweat. Up the center of her stomach, fingers pressing into the give of her. Between her breasts, smearing the sheen of heat. His palm wrapped around her throat—not gentle, not asking—and squeezed.
Her breath cut to a wet, strangled gasp. Her head was already thrown back, throat bared, mouth open, nothing but surrender.
He leaned into her ear, lips slick against her skin, and growled low and guttural—shhhh —even as his hips never stopped, even as the wet sounds of him moving in and out of her filled the room, even as her thighs trembled and her nails scraped for purchase on his shoulders.
The grip on her neck tightened. Just enough to make her dizzy. Just enough to make her forget to be quiet.
Anna woke with a sharp gasp.
Her body jolted upright, breath uneven, chest rising and falling as if she had just escaped something she couldn't name. Strands of damp hair clung to her cheeks and neck, her skin slick with sweat.
For a moment, she just sat there.
Still. Frozen.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she looked down at herself, her mind lagging behind reality—until it didn't.
Memories crashed into her.
Fragments of the night before.
The darkness. The risk. Him.
Arin.
Her throat tightened. She pressed her lips together, forcing the thoughts down before they could fully form. Whatever last night was—it had been necessary.
She swung her legs off the bed slowly, her movements heavy, like her body carried more than just exhaustion. Dragging herself toward the bathroom, she didn't even bother looking in the mirror at first.
The cold water from the tap splashed against her face.
Once. Twice.
Then she looked up.
Her reflection stared back at her—pale, shaken… and marked.
Faint bruises colored her neck, peeking just above her collarbone. Her fingers instinctively rose, brushing over them lightly, as if the touch would erase them.
It didn't.
Her eyes flickered.
"Idiot…" she whispered to herself, though she didn't know if she meant him—or herself.
She turned away quickly, grabbing her toothbrush, focusing on something normal. Something mundane. Something that didn't remind her of how close everything had come to falling apart.
After a long shower and cleaning the wetness and semen between her legs she stood in front of her wardrobe, choosing carefully.
Soft cotton. Neutral tones.
Then makeup—more than usual.
Conceal. Blend. Hide.
By the time she was done, Anna looked composed.
Almost.
When she stepped downstairs, the air felt… different.
Laughter echoed faintly from the living room.
Alex sat comfortably on the couch, Lily practically leaning into him, her hand resting on his arm like it belonged there. Their parents sat nearby, engaged, pleased.
Perfect.
Anna paused for half a second before stepping forward.
"Anna, come here," her stepfather called warmly.
She obeyed.
"Today is Alex's birthday," he said, smiling.
Anna nodded. "I know."
"Good," he continued. "We're all going to the party tonight."
Another nod.
She felt their eyes on her.
"You seem a bit off," her mother added, studying her face. "Is something wrong?"
Anna forced a small smile. "Just a headache."
A pause.
Then they let it go.
Of course they did.
Night arrived too quickly.
The party was extravagant—lights glowing like stars, music flowing through the air, laughter blending with the clink of glasses.
Anna stepped out of the car in a dark blue dress that hugged her frame elegantly. The fabric flowed softly with each step, the neckline delicate yet striking, and the deep shade made her skin glow under the lights. It was the kind of dress that didn't scream for attention—
But demanded it anyway.
She moved quietly through the crowd.
Invisible. Observing.
Relieved.
Because Arin wasn't there.
ThankGod
Time passed.
Then came the gifts.
Her parents presented Alex with an expensive Rolex watch. The room filled with admiration as the box opened, its polished shine catching the light.
Alex smiled.
"Thank you," he said smoothly, though it was clear he wasn't surprised.
He already had plenty.
But then his gaze shifted.
Past them.
To her.
Standing alone.
Quiet.
Something flickered in his expression.
"Can I ask for something more?" he said suddenly.
Her stepfather chuckled. "Of course, Alex. Anything."
Alex's smile widened.
"I want your daughter… as my future wife."
Silence.
Then—
Lily's smile bloomed instantly.
Her stepfather laughed lightly. "Which one?"
Alex didn't hesitate.
"Who else? Anna."
Everything stopped.
Lily's smile vanished.
Her head snapped toward Anna, disbelief written all over her face.
Anna simply raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression calm—almost questioning.
What?
Across the room—
"I don't know what to do with Arin anymore…"
Anna's attention shifted.
Arin's mother stood nearby, speaking to another woman, her voice laced with exhaustion.
"His temper is getting worse. He doesn't listen. Just a few nights ago—he got into trouble with the police. Racing again."
Anna blinked.
Racing?
"He's reckless," she continued. "He breaks rules like they mean nothing. And now… he's even started smoking."
Anna's fingers curled slightly.
That didn't sound like the Arin she knew.
Or… the Arin she thought she knew.
"I told him to come tonight," his mother sighed. "It's his cousin's birthday. But he refused—"
A sudden roar cut through her words.
A car.
Loud. Sharp. Powerful.
Every head turned.
The vehicle drifted into the driveway with precision, tires screeching slightly as dust swirled dramatically around it. The headlights cut through the haze before flicking off.
Silence fell.
Then—
The door opened.
Arin stepped out.
Anna's breath caught.
He looked the same.
And completely different.
Confidence radiated off him, effortless and dangerous.
A group of boys near the bar whistled.
Alex grinned widely, walking toward him.
"Wow," Alex laughed, clapping his hands once. "What an entrance."
Arin smirked, pulling off his gloves lazily. "Of course. Had to make it memorable."
They met halfway—high five, then a quick slap of hands.
"Whose brother am I?" Arin added.
Alex scoffed playfully. "Mine."
"I got you a gift," Arin said, tossing him the car keys.
Alex caught them easily, raising an eyebrow. "Giving me a used car?"
Arin clicked his tongue. "No. I just took her out first… made sure she behaves."
Alex laughed. "You always give the best gifts."
Then he leaned in slightly. "But this year—you lost."
Arin frowned. "Oh? What did you get—a Barbie doll?"
Alex burst out laughing. "No. I got something better."
Arin crossed his arms. "I'm listening."
"My fiancée."
That made Arin pause.
"Who?" he asked, brows lifting.
Alex turned—
But the spot near the pillar was empty.
Arin blinked once, then deadpanned, "A pillar? Nice choice. Very stable."
Alex shoved him lightly. "Shut up. She's real."
"Sure," Arin said. "Invisible too?"
"I'll find her," Alex said. "You'll meet her. She's amazing."
Arin smirked slightly. "Speaking of amazing… I found someone too."
Alex's eyes widened. "No way. You? Serious?"
Before Arin could answer, the boys at the bar dragged them over.
"Tell us!" one of them said. "Who is she?"
"Did you fall in love or what?" another teased.
Arin leaned back casually, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"She's… clumsy," he said.
The boys laughed.
"But beautiful," he continued calmly. "Her eyes—brown. Like autumn leaves. And her hair…" he paused slightly, "soft. Like silk."
"Is she hot?" one boy interrupted. "Like—really hot?"
Arin's expression changed—just slightly.
Something darker.
Something possessive.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter, voice calm but firm.
"I don't share what's mine."
The boys quieted for a second.
Then Alex grinned. "What's her name?"
Arin tilted his head slightly. "You first."
Alex didn't hesitate.
"Anna."
Arin's smile disappeared.
To be continued…