72 - Hatred, Betrayed

His laughter followed by a smirk woke up the dangerous siren that had been pent up all this time. He dropped both hands on my bum, more precisely on my butt crack. Opening them, he played with my hole with his fingers.

"This is my masterpiece," he hissed proudly. "Only my cum can wet you. Do you understand that, Isabelle?"

I bite my lower lip to stifle the shame that is rushing in, whipping me after I regain consciousness from our sex. My legs fall limp and weak, while he still hasn't let go of me. His hands are still perched on both my pelvis and forcing me to stand up.

"Matthias? What are you doing here!?"

Both of our gazes were drawn to the figure of a shrill voice that arrived at the same time as a thousand hurried steps. An Omega approached us just as Matthias was about to start his second round of sex.

/slap!/

Her hand went straight to my face, and slapped with great force. Estella, she held her breath so as not to torment me further in front of Matthias. Then she pushed my body