No Looking Back

The luxury suite felt like a battlefield. Lucas stood frozen in the doorway, his face twisted with rage and disbelief. Sophia’s eyes were filled with tears as she stared at her best friend, still wrapped in nothing but a towel, hair wet from the shower, skin marked with Raymond’s bites and fingerprints. “Sandra… how could you?” Sophia whispered, voice breaking. “On my engagement night?” Sandra’s throat tightened. Guilt crashed over her like a wave, but Raymond’s warm, possessive hand stayed firmly on her lower back, grounding her. His touch reminded her of how good he felt inside her just minutes ago thick, relentless, addictive. “I… I didn’t plan this,” Sandra said softly, her voice trembling. “It just happened.” Raymond stepped forward, shielding her with his tall, muscular body. He was still shirtless, water droplets running down his sculpted abs. “Back off, Lucas. This isn’t your business.” “It became my business when you decided to f**k my fiancée’s best friend in our family hotel!” Lucas shouted. The two security guards behind him looked ready to act. Raymond’s laugh was cold and dangerous. “Jealous, little brother? Or mad that she came harder on my c**k than she ever would on yours?” Sophia gasped. Sandra’s face burned with shame… and fresh arousal. Even now, with everything falling apart, her p***y clenched at Raymond’s filthy words. One of the guards moved forward. “Mr. King Senior wants the girl removed immediately.” Raymond’s expression turned icy. “Touch her and I’ll make sure Father hears how you failed to keep this quiet.” He pulled Sandra closer, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass possessively under the towel. “She’s staying with me tonight.” Lucas looked like he wanted to kill him. “You’re going to destroy this family over some random p***y?” “She’s not random,” Raymond growled, voice low and serious for the first time. “And she’s mine now.” The words sent a thrill through Sandra despite the chaos. Mine. No one had ever claimed her like that. Sophia wiped her tears. “Sandra, please. Come with me. We can fix this. You don’t know what the King family is capable of.” Sandra hesitated. Her best friend since childhood stood there, heartbroken. But Raymond’s fingers gently stroked her hip — a secret promise of more pleasure, more heat, more of that mind-blowing ecstasy she had never known before. “I can’t,” Sandra whispered. “Not yet.” Sophia’s face crumpled. Lucas cursed and stormed out with the guards, slamming the door behind them. Sophia followed after one last pained look at Sandra. The silence that followed was heavy. Raymond turned Sandra around and kissed her deeply, hungrily. “You chose me,” he murmured against her lips, already pulling the towel off her body. “Good girl.” He lifted her effortlessly and carried her back to the bed, spreading her legs wide. His c**k was rock hard again, thick and veined, ready to claim her. He rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit, teasing her c**t. “Raymond… we should talk about what just happened,” Sandra breathed, even as her hips lifted toward him, craving more. “Later.” He pushed inside her in one deep thrust, filling her completely. “Right now I need to f**k the guilt out of you.” He took her hard and fast, pounding into her tight p***y with long, powerful strokes. The bed creaked beneath them. Sandra moaned loudly, nails digging into his back as he hit that perfect spot over and over. “f**k, you feel so good,” he groaned, sucking on her n****e. “This p***y was made for me. Say it.” “It’s yours,” she cried, legs wrapping around his waist. “My p***y belongs to the wrong brother.” Raymond’s thrusts became feral. He flipped her onto all fours and slammed back in from behind, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. One hand reached around to rub her c**t furiously. Sandra came with a scream, her walls squeezing his thick c**k as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Raymond followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding her with hot c*m. They collapsed together, breathing heavily. But peace didn’t last. Raymond’s phone buzzed again. He read the message, and his jaw clenched. “What is it?” Sandra asked, fear creeping back. “My father. He’s calling an emergency family meeting. And he wants you there… as my date.” Raymond looked at her, eyes dark. “He’s going to test you. Try to scare you away or buy you off.” Sandra’s heart raced. The King family was powerful, ruthless. Choosing Raymond meant stepping into a world of danger and secrets. But as he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead, then slid his hand between her legs again, already teasing her sensitive p***y, she knew the truth. She was already addicted. And there was no turning back. To Be Continued...