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My twin giving me a tight hug.
Tattooing my best friends.
And the event that led me here; the day the Bratva kidnapped me as revenge.
I’ve wanted to die for so long yet never had the courage to do it. It seems tonight, just as I was about to escape the Bratva…someone took the matter into their own hands.
And out of all things, when I finally die, it’s Rachel’s eyes that I see. She’s mad at me for abandoning her again.
* * *
“Rose, baby…spread your legs for me…”
Rachel’s voice resonates clearly in my head. My legs open on their own accord.
Her tongue plays with my clit, making me writhe on the spot. She pulls away and I buck my hips, attempting to follow.
“Ssh, stay still.” She kisses my inner thighs, licks my entrance, and caresses my clit with the delicateness of a soft morning breeze.
“Sunshine,” I moan. “More…”
“But what about him? He’s waiting for his turn.”
Confused, I try to focus on the shadow behind her. A giant is standing tall, looking right at me. I can’t make out his face, but the familiarity takes my breath away.
Rachel straightens up from her position in front of me and comes to stand by my side. Whose bed am I lying on?
The stranger’s hands grip my thighs tightly—the strength of a titan, the aura of a God. I can’t see…but I know it’s him.
“Don’t,” I growl, trying to bring my legs together.
Rachel’s hands come to play with my tits. Her thin fingers stroke my nipples as she slips soft words in my ears. “It’ll feel good. Just surrender.” She pinches my right nipple and rolls it between the pads of her thumb and index fingers.
“No,” I moan. “I don’t want him.”
A low chuckle brings my attention back to the man between my legs. “You’ve been begging for me your whole life. Don’t pretend otherwise now.”
His rough hand on my pussy conflicts with Rachel’s. One is a weapon, while the other pacifies me. Another moan escapes me when he slaps my exposed pussy. “Why did you make me wait so long for this?”
Rachel brings a hand to my face and traces the outline of my lips. “Because she thought she wanted me.”
“I do,” I whimper, but it contrasts with the way I start grinding my pussy on his hand.
“You’re so wet,” he tells me. “Which one of us is it for?”
I go to talk, but Rachel slaps one of my nipples. “Don’t lie.”
“I don’t know!”
“Of course you do,” he chuckles. He pushes a finger inside me, and a moan resonates in the room.
Mine.
My breathing accelerates as he starts moving inside me. “W-wait…”
“No more waiting, Rose. You made me wait long enough.” His British accent triggers a sharp, emotional pain inside me.
He betrayed me. He pretended he wanted to save me from one evil just to hand me to another.
