Wrong Craving

The loud banging on the suite door made Sandra’s heart nearly stop. “Raymond! Open this f*****g door right now!” Lucas’s voice boomed from the hallway, filled with fury. Sophia was shouting too, her voice cracking with betrayal. “Sandra! Please come out!” Sandra froze beneath Raymond, still naked, his thick c**k buried deep inside her. Her p***y was still pulsing from the intense orgasm, his c*m leaking down her thighs. Panic flooded her chest. “Oh my God… they’re here. Raymond, we have to stop” But Raymond only smirked, dark and possessive. He gave one slow, deliberate thrust, making her moan despite the terror. “Let them hear how good I make you feel,” he whispered, voice rough with lust. He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in hard, hitting that perfect spot. “Raymond!” she gasped, clutching his shoulders. Pleasure mixed with guilt, making her head spin. Another loud bang. “If you don’t open this door, I’ll break it down!” Raymond chuckled darkly. He pulled out of her, leaving her empty and aching, then grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the luxurious bathroom. “Shower. Now.” He turned on the massive rainfall shower, hot water cascading over their bodies as he pressed her against the cool tiles. The sound of running water would mask their noises. His hard c**k rubbed against her ass from behind. “They’ll leave soon,” he growled, biting her earlobe. “But I’m not done with you yet.” Sandra’s mind screamed that this was wrong her best friend was outside, devastated, while she was letting the wrong brother f**k her senseless. But when Raymond’s thick c**k pushed back into her soaked p***y in one powerful stroke, all rational thought disappeared. “f**k… yes,” she moaned, pushing back against him. The water made everything slicker, dirtier. Raymond f****d her hard from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub her swollen c**t. “You love this, don’t you?” he groaned, pounding deeper. “Love getting f****d by the brother you’re not supposed to have. Say it.” “I… I love it,” Sandra whimpered, voice breaking. “Your c**k feels so good… I can’t stop craving it.” Raymond’s thrusts became brutal, skin slapping wetly. He pinched her n****e, whispering filthy words in her ear. “This p***y is mine now. I’m going to fill you up every single night. Make you my secret little cumslut.” Sandra came hard again, biting her lip to muffle her scream as her walls clenched around his thick shaft. Raymond followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and pumping her full of hot c*m once more. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily under the water. The banging on the door had stopped. Maybe Lucas and Sophia had left. But the relief was short-lived. Raymond’s phone, left on the nightstand, started ringing again. He stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his muscular body, and answered it. “What?” he said coldly. Sandra wrapped a towel around herself and listened, heart pounding. A cold, authoritative voice came through the speaker not Lucas. An older man. “Raymond. You have exactly one hour to get rid of that girl and come downstairs. The family does not tolerate scandals. Fix this, or I will fix it for you.” The call ended. Raymond’s jaw tightened. He looked at Sandra, eyes still dark with desire, but something dangerous flickered there too. “That was my father. The King family doesn’t like loose ends.” Sandra’s stomach dropped. “What does that mean?” “It means they’ll try to buy you off. Threaten you. Or worse.” He stepped closer, cupping her face. “But I’m not letting you go, Sandra Lucia. Not after tasting how sweet you are. Not after feeling how perfectly your tight p***y milks my cock.” Tears stung her eyes. Guilt, fear, and overwhelming lust warred inside her. “This is insane. Sophia is my best friend. I betrayed her. And your family… they sound terrifying.” Raymond kissed her deeply, possessively, his hand slipping under the towel to cup her dripping p***y again. “Then run away with me tonight. Or stay and let me protect you while I f**k you every chance I get.” Before she could answer, the suite door clicked open. Someone had a key card. Lucas stormed in, Sophia right behind him, eyes red from crying. Two large security men followed. “Sandra, get away from him!” Sophia cried. Lucas glared at his brother with pure hatred. “You always have to ruin everything, don’t you? Father wants her gone. Now.” Raymond stepped in front of Sandra protectively, still half-naked. “She’s not going anywhere.” The tension in the room was explosive. Sandra’s heart raced as she clutched the towel tighter. Everything was falling apart her friendship, her reputation, possibly her safety. But as Raymond’s hand found hers behind his back, giving it a secret squeeze, one forbidden truth burned hotter than ever: She didn’t want to leave him. Even if it destroyed everything. To Be Continued...