Sonia released a guttural sob, burying her face in her hands. But Amelia found herself shaking her head in vehement denial. "That's insane! Richard is not good for me, I've heard the rumors about his bad ways of life, while flirting around with girls in school," she protested. "And just today I had a horrible encounter with that brat Richard when I was coming home..."She recounted the tense interaction on the road, the arrogant entitlement and blatant threats laced in Richard's words. Amelia's hands clenched into white-knuckled fists as her voice rose in outrage and indignation."You cannot actually expect me to marry into that viper's nest of depraved cruelty! A loveless marriage to a man I've never met on a date before?" Her eyes flashed with defiant fire. "I won't do it, I refuse!"Donald surged to his feet, face mottled with a combination of anguish and frustration. "I don't have a choice, Amelia! Don't you understand what's at stake here?"He raked a hand through his disheveled
Richard strode into the opulent manor, loosening his silk tie as he made his way towards the grand staircase. It had been a frustrating day of dealing with corporate leeches and simpering yes-men. He was looking forward to retreating to his private suite for a stiff drink."Richard!" His father's booming voice rang out, freezing him in his tracks. "To my study room, now."Grinding his teeth, Richard pivoted and headed for the large mahogany doors leading to Rothchild's inner sanctum. He rapped his knuckles against the polished wood."Enter."Richard pushed through, affecting an air of casual nonchalance. "You bellowed, father?"Rothchild looked up from behind his desk, cigar clenched between his teeth. His cold eyes glittered with calculation."I have news that requires your...compliance, son." He took a pull from the cigar, exhaling a plume of blue smoke. "You're to be married this coming weekend."Richard felt like he'd been doused in ice water. He blinked rapidly, convinced he'd mi
Amelia stood rigid before the floor-length mirror, numb disbelief carving hollows beneath her eyes. The white satin gown she wore was like a funereal shroud, the veil a barbed veil obscuring her rapidly crumbling future."It's time."Her mother's tremulous voice barely penetrated the mental fog enveloping Amelia. This was really happening so very fast. They were sacrificing her life, her freedom, at the blood-stained altar of the Rothchild family's avarice.The Well decorated gigantic mansion of Rothchild ballroom was an opulent vision of vaulted ceilings and crystal chandeliers. But its beauty was tainted, perverted, as Amelia was led down the aisle in a procession of condemned souls.Richard waited before the ostentatious archway, resplendent in his tailored tuxedo. But his eyes were those of an apex predator assessing its latest kill as Amelia approached.On either side of the aisle, Jasmine and Bianca Richard's first cousin and sister looked on with undisguised scorn and contempt.
Amelia's heart thundered in her ears as Richard led her by the hand down the corridor towards the master bedroom suite. Every instinct screamed at her to wrench free and run, but they both knew it was futile - she was trapped, a gilded bird with clipped wings. Richard paused before the ornate doors, turning to face his new bride. His eyes did little to mask his hungry appraisal as they raked over her trembling form. "Are you afraid, wife?" he murmured, the mocking endearment carrying a clear undercurrent of threat.Amelia lifted her chin in a facade of defiance, refusing to show fear before her tormentor. "Should I be...husband?" A flicker of something dark and scorching passed across Richard's features before he suddenly grasped her upper arms in a bruising grip, pinning her against the door. Amelia's eyes widened as she found herself trapped between the unyielding wooden surface and the even more unyielding planes of Richard's body."Let me make one thing exquisitely clear," he ru
Richard undressed methodically, his gaze burning into Amelia with undisguised hunger as she cowered on the bed. With each piece of clothing shed, the atmosphere thickened with dread and obligation.Finally bare before her, Richard stalked towards the bed, eyes glinting with primal possession. Amelia shrank back, trapped against the pillows as he loomed over her. No words were exchanged - none were needed. His hands roamed her body as if laying claim, and she squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to distance herself from the violation to come.What followed was an anguish of flesh and surrender. Richard took her cruelly, rutting into her with animalistic fervor as Amelia's cries of anguish transmuted to hoarse sobs muffled against the bedsheets. She retreated into herself, a prisoner within her own mind as he enjoyed the spoils of his conquest.Afterwards, Richard rolled onto his back, chest heaving. He eyed the shuddering, brutalized form of his new wife with an emotion akin to dark satisf
With a disdainful sniff, she released Amelia and swept past, leaving the younger woman shaking and nursing what would surely blossom into a lurid bruise along her jawline.Tormented from all sides, with no allies or escape from the Rothchild estate. Truly, she had entered the serpent's den, surrounded by venomous predators eager to strike at any moment of perceived vulnerability.During tea socials, Jasmine and Bianca derived cruel delight in loudly recounting lurid tales of their past romantic dalliances in excruciating detail. They smirked as Amelia's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassed discomfort."You really must loosen up around us, little wife," Jasmine purred with mocking condescension. "We're to be lifelong sisters, after all."Whispers and pointed looks followed Amelia wherever she went. The maids and servants studiously averted their eyes after witnessing one too many instances of the new wife's mistreatment. Even Eleanor, the icy Rothchild wife, seemed to take perverse
Amelia's eyes widened in disbelief. "B-But that's servant work, sir! Surely there are maids more suited to-""Silence!" Rothchild's roar made her flinch. "You'll do as I command without argument, or would you prefer an evening's penance in the stables to remind you of your place?"Fighting against tears of humiliation, Amelia could only stoop and retrieve the coarse apron before scurrying from the room, Rothchild's mocking laughter ringing in her ears.The hours that followed were some of the most degrading of Amelia's life as she scrubbed and scoured on blistered hands and knees. By the time Eleanor arrived to "inspect" her progress, she was disheveled and filthy to the roots of her hair from the toil."Well, isn't this a sight of inspiration," the matriarch sneered, surveying Amelia's handiwork with a critical eye. "I had my doubts, but it seems some base menial labor may be the only honest work you're suited for after all."Rage, bitter and caustic, finally bubbled up from that dar
"Meet me in my room once you are done with your food." Rothchild father said and got up From the dining chair after he was done with his dinner. "I have something for you."He left, leaving Rothchild in deep thought. He wondered what he wanted to give him. He finished his food quickly and headed to the father's room. His father was sitting on the edge of his bed when he walked in."I'm here, father." He said, standing behind him."Here." He picked up a bunch of keys. "This is keys of your new house. It well finished. You don't need to carry much loads. You will be moving in tomorrow with your New wife.""A new house?""Yes, I build the house for you, waiting untill you get married. I can say it's my wedding gift.""Thank you so much. I didn't see this coming. You are the best dad in the world.""Go and enjoy yourself son." Rothchild took the key and went back to his room. There, he found Amelia lying on the bed. She have done so much work and was resting on the bed.""Get ready, we wi
The next day, Mike had wasted himself with so many bottles of alcohol. He barely got to sleep the previous night. The only person who was on his mind was Jennifer. Till this moment, no one had called him to pass information about where she could possibly be. What hurt him the most was the thought of how badly she would be hurting because of what she had seen. Knowing that she was hurt made Mike beat himself even more. He was on the floor in his living room when a lady walked in. It was his mother. He was too wasted on alcohol to even get up to his feet. The mother, on seeing the condition of her son, felt completely washed away and heartbroken. She had no idea Jennifer meant the world to her son. “Oh God! Mike, what have you done to yourself, son?” She dropped her bag and rushed to her son. She snatched the bottle he was going to shove into his mouth. “Stop it, Mike!” Mike sobbed. “She's hurt, mom. Jennifer has left ne, mom. Are you happy now? You never wanted her to stay.
Mike froze in the act. His cock was still stuck in the vagina while he stared at Jennifer with dilated iris. The least thing he expected was to have Jennifer walk in when he was in the act. “Ho..honey,” he struggled to say a word. Vicky pushed him off her and staggered to her feet. “Sis…you are..you are back.” Jennifer was staring at them wildly in disbelief. Vicky had one of her boobs looking out through one of the open buttons of the shirt she was wearing. “How long has this been going on?” Jennifer asked with tears clogging up her throat. Mike's cock was still standing as he clasped his hands together to plead with Jennifer. “Babe, I.. I can explain,” he stuttered. When he tried to touch her, she landed a resounding slap on his cheek. “Don't touch me!!” She yelled. Tears rolled from her eyes. Not even in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that her own sister would have sex with her husband. “You…”she said, pointing at Vicky. “You snake, I gave you eve
The moment she returned to her hotel room that night, she sat on the ground and almost cried her heart out. At least, Mike's mother would no longer have a reason to despise her. She was finally pregnant after years of being married to Mike. An hour passed into the night and she finally got a hold of herself. She would call Mike and share the sweet news with him. She opened her purse and grabbed her phone. Still trying to snuff out the last trace of tears in her tone, she hit the dial icon. One ring…two rings…three rings… Then, the electronic voice spoke. “The number you are calling is not available at the moment.” She called again and again. But the response was the same. Mike was not taking any of her calls. It was already a couple of minutes to ten in the night. There was a probability he was already asleep. Though, Mike was not the type to sleep early. He must have had a stressful day. She concluded. The bell in her hotel room rang. Someone was out there. She got to the doo
Vicky could feel the fullness of his cock inside her. Mike was a monster. Not only was he long down there, but that he had enough girth too. Slowly, he pulled out of her. The helpless lady looked at him with the look that said he should put it back in. But he didn't do so. He simply used it to flog the areas of her vagina, making her more wet than she already was. He pressed on the clit button with his cock, making Vicky go wild. Her eyes were literally turning. “Are you ready for me?” He asked. Vicky wanted to curse him. She was more than ready. “Yes, yes,” she replied in a helpless manner. Mike then grabbed her waist so tightly and slowly put his cock in till it was swallowed entirely. Then, he brought it out again. The in and out movement turned into a slow and steady thrust. Gradually, he increased his pace. What started slowly was now fast and soon rough. The sound of flesh slamming against another soon filled the entire room. After a good while of quick thrusts, he s
The kiss became so passionate and they started breathing heavily. He pinned her on the wardrobe and kept kissing her. “Did you really think I would let you go so easily?” He asked as he pulled away. Vicky always wanted to feel his lips on hers. But at the time, she didn't know what to think. She already gave up. She felt Mike was just not going to come around. But he did! “I—” Mike didn't give her the chance to speak. He locked her lips again. This time, his hands were running through her entire body. The lady had already put on a dress. It was obvious she was getting ready to leave when Mike made the decision to act. He stopped kissing again and helped her take the dress off. His eyes absorbed the creature before him. He placed his head in between her boobs and let himself get drowned in the moment. Then, he carried her and dropped her on the bed. Vicky lay there like a test material. She had no idea what Mike was thinking of doing to her. All she could do was anticipate
The towel descended through the length of her body and fell on the ground. She was naked. Mike was completely swept off his feet. He found himself struggling to say a word. There was a lump in his throat. Vicky looked even better than the pictures she had sent to him. With every moment that slipped by, it only became more difficult to resist her. His eyes traveled through her body, scanning every detail as they journeyed from her hair to her toes. The boobs were impeccably built— slightly bent due to the weight. The alveolar area of her breast was large enough, an indication that she was incredibly sensitive around that area. Her nipples were surprisingly pointed and looked enticingly beautiful. “Vi..vi.. Vicky,” Mike stuttered. “What…what do you think you are doing?” Vicky smiled at him. “What does it look like to you? Do you like what you see?” Oh yes, he did. Not long ago, he was fuming. But at the moment, he had no idea what was going on inside him. The anger was there. How
Right in the presence of everyone, his mouth flew open once again. His cock became really hard in the boardroom. What his heart desired to see for so long was already there. All those times Vicky paraded before him, all he could do was imagine what would be beyond the skimpy dresses. He was finally staring at her naked body. Oh damn it!! Vicky was damn too hot. Mike found himself salivating without knowing it. He had been enchanted by her. “Mr Mike, are you okay?” One of the board members asked him. But Mike was not okay. Beyond being okay, he was lost completely. He found himself moping stupidly at the nudity of his own sister-in-law! Get hold of yourself, Mike! “Mike?” Another person tried to call his attention. But Mike was lost. He was obviously not listening to them. He was only brought back to his senses when one of them slapped his hands on the table. Mike was jolted from his lost state. But his hand had already gone down to his cock. It was furiously waging war a
Vicky was throwing both legs effortlessly through the mini black dress she was wearing. It barely covered her private areas and perched on her thighs. The design was in such a way that her cleavages were out there. Mike was struck by her presence. His mouth was suddenly agape and the words were held back in his throat. “Babe,” Jennifer called him. “Are you still there?” The married dude was lost. He couldn't help himself. Vicky looked incredibly attractive for him to be able to resist her. “Honey? Are you there?” Jennifer asked again. “Yes, yes,” he responded in a disoriented manner. “Is something wrong? You seem distracted.” “Uhm… yes. I mean no.” Jennifer sighed. “What is it?” Vicky got to the table and dropped the bag she was carrying. “Is that Jennifer?” She asked suddenly and loudly. Mike's eyes dilated. What was she trying to achieve by announcing her presence to Jennifer? “Babe, I heard Vicky's voice just now. Is she there with you?” Before Mike could gi
The next morning, Mike made the decision to resume work. Being the owner of his own business, he had taken some time off from work to have fun with his wife, Jennifer. But then, things were not going the way he thought. Jennifer had traveled and he had a tempting desire to sleep with his own sister-in-law. To even think he would be in this position was driving him crazy. And yes, the only way for him to cut down time spent with her, was to resume work. At seven o'clock in the morning, he was already dressed and ready to dive into the activities of the day. He was wearing a well ironed shirt that he tucked into his pair of black pants, a shiny Italian shoe and a matching black jacket. He was good to go. He was about to leave when his phone rang. It was his mom. “Hello, mom,” he said as he slid the green icon. “Good morning.” His greeting was replied with a rebuke. “What is good about this morning?” His mom asked. “Hold your greeting. I don't need it.” He stroked his f