Chapter 199: Chapter 199

I leaned down, teeth grazing her neck, then bit just hard enough to make her gasp. My other hand slipped between us, thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. She bucked, pussy clenching around me like a fist.

“Look at you,” I rasped, thrusting deeper, slower now, dragging every inch out before slamming back in. “Soaking wet, legs spread wide, begging for it. You’re a fucking mess for me.”

“Evan—” Her voice cracked, hands clawing at my shoulders. “Harder. Please.”

I obliged, pounding into her, the rug burning my knees. I grabbed her hips, lifted her ass off the floor, angling her so I hit that spot inside that made her eyes roll back. My fingers dug into her flesh, leaving red marks.

“Feel that?” I said, voice rough. “That’s me owning this pussy. Every thrust—mine. Every moan—mine.”

She whimpered, nodding frantically, tits bouncing with every slam. I leaned over, sucked one nipple into my mouth, tongue flicking, teeth scraping. She cried out, back bowing.

I slid a hand up her throat, not squeezing, just holding, feeling her pulse race under my palm. “You love this, don’t you? Being fucked like a slut on your own floor while your sister sleeps down the hall.”

“Yes—god—yes,” she panted, hips grinding up to meet me. “Don’t stop. Please!”

I didn’t. I fucked her relentlessly, sweat dripping down my back, her pussy fluttering around me, tighter, wetter. My thumb never left her clit, rubbing in time with my thrusts. Her thighs trembled, breath hitching.

“Gonna cum,” she whispered, voice breaking. “Evan—fuck—I’m—”

“Do it,” I growled, slamming deep, holding there, grinding against her. “Cum all over my cock. Let me feel it.”

“Ugh… FUCK!”

She shattered.

Her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing, squirting around my shaft, soaking my thighs. She screamed into my shoulder, nails raking my back, body shaking like she was coming apart. I kept moving, slow, deep, drawing it out, riding her through every spasm until she went limp, gasping for air.

I stayed buried inside her, chest heaving, cock still rock hard. Pleasure 20 was a fucking superpower.

The hallway creaked.

Esme shuffled out, sleepy, rubbing her eyes. “Jesus, sister, be quiet while you’re having sex.”

Fuck. I immediately stopped, my eyes went wide as I looked at her sister.

Cora chuckled, breathless. “Sorry, hehe.”

Esme yawned, shuffled back to her room, door clicking shut.

I stared at Cora, stunned.

She just grinned, pulled me down, and kissed me hard. “Keep going,” she whispered against my lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”

grabbed Cora by the hips, her body light as a feather, and lifted her up. My cock stayed buried deep, her small tits pressed tight against my chest, nipples hard. We kissed, messy and desperate, tongues clashing as I carried her.

I pinned her against the wall near the bathroom, the cool plaster against her back. My hips snapped forward, fucking her hard, each thrust shaking her frame.

“You love this, don’t you?” I growled, one hand gripping her ass, the other tangled in her hair. “Getting fucked against a wall, my cock splitting you open. You’re mine right now.”

“Yours,” she gasped, legs locked around me, nails digging into my shoulders. “Fuck me, Evan. Own me.”

I was close, balls tightening. We kissed again, sloppy, her moans muffled against my lips. I dipped my head, tongue flicking her nipple, sucking it hard. She squirmed, pussy clenching.

Her face twisted—eyes wild, lips parted, a manic edge to her grin. “Evan—fuck—I’m—” Her pussy spasmed, squirting hard, soaking my thighs. She came with a scream, body shaking, clinging to me like she’d never let go.

I grabbed her hips again, still hard, and moved toward the bathroom. Thought I’d lay her on the counter, fuck her there. Pushed the door open.

Charlotte.

Hands zip-tied behind her back, mouth gagged with a rag. Tears streaked her face, mascara running black. She stared, wide-eyed, terrified.

I dropped Cora to the floor with a thud, my cock still out, slick and throbbing, veins pulsing. Charlotte knelt in the bathroom doorway, wrists bound tight behind her back with zip-ties cutting into her skin, leaving red welts. A filthy rag gagged her mouth, soaked with spit and tears. Her mascara ran in black rivers down her cheeks, eyes wide, bloodshot, pleading. Her hair was matted, tangled, sticking to her sweat-damp face. She wore a torn tank top, one strap snapped, exposing a black bra, and ripped jeans. She whimpered, muffled, shaking her head frantically.

“What the fuck, Cora?” I roared, voice cracking.

Cora’s laugh was unhinged, a high-pitched cackle that echoed off the walls. She bolted the two steps to the counter, but instead of a knife, she just spun back, eyes blazing, and shoved me hard in the chest. I stumbled, back slamming the hardwood, air whooshing out of me.

She was on me in a heartbeat, knees pinning my hips, yanking her shorts aside and sinking onto my cock in one brutal drop. Her pussy was scalding, dripping, gripping me like a vice. She bounced hard, tits jiggling under her t-shirt, saliva dripping from her lips, splattering my face, my chest. Her eyes were wild, pupils blown wide, a manic grin splitting her face.

“Fuck me,” she hissed, voice raw, riding me like a woman possessed. “Give it to me, Evan. All of it. All. All. ALL!”

“Cora—wait—Charlotte’s right there, what the fuck—” I choked, hands instinctively grabbing her hips to slow her.

Charlotte sobbed behind the gag, rocking on her knees, zip-ties cutting red welts into her wrists. “Mmph! Mmph!” Her mascara-streaked face twisted in terror, blonde hair matted with sweat.

Cora didn’t even glance over. She slammed down harder, ass slapping my thighs, pussy clenching like she wanted to break me. “Don’t care,” she snarled, nails raking my chest. “She can watch. You’re mine.”

I groaned, hips bucking despite myself. Ah fuck it. Too horny to think straight. I thrust up, meeting her bounces, hands sliding to her ass, squeezing hard.

“Yes—yes!” she screamed, head thrown back, hair whipping. “Fuck me, Evan. Fill me. Breed me.”

She leaned forward, teeth grazing my ear, then bit my shoulder hard enough to sting.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, voice cracking. Her saliva was dripping onto me, she wasn’t able to control herself. Shit, she was crazy. “So fucking big. Stretching me. Owning me. You’re mine.”

I pumped harder, the slap of skin loud, her juices soaking my groin. Charlotte’s muffled cries faded to background noise. Cora’s pussy fluttered, squirting lightly with every thrust.

“I feel it,” she gasped, manic grin widening. “Your cock twitching. So close. Cum inside me. CUM!”

I exploded, thick ropes flooding her, pulsing deep, endless. She screamed, top of her lungs, a raw, animal sound, her walls clamping down, cumming hard from my load alone. Pleasure 20 was ruthless. Her body shook, juices gushing, mixing with my cum, dripping onto the floor.

She leaned in, still riding, hips grinding, milking every last drop until my cock twitched dry. Her saliva dripped onto my lips, breath hot and ragged.

“You’re mine, Evan,” she purred, eyes unblinking, deranged. “Always.”

I sat up, still catching my breath, cock softening. “Why didn’t you tell me she was here?”

Cora shrugged, standing, cum trickling down her thigh. “Surprise.”

I buckled my pants, zipped up. Cora strolled to Charlotte, yanked the gag free.

Charlotte sucked in air, mouth opening to scream. Cora’s hand cracked across her face.

“Shut up.”

“Ouch… fuck… you two crazy motherfuckers,” Charlotte rasped, voice trembling. “L-let me go. Right now.”

“I’ll cut your tits if you call Evan motherfucker again,” Cora sneered, face twisted, eyes empty, inhuman.

“Oh my g-god…” Charlotte whimpered, shaking. “You’re c-crazy! CRAZY!”

“Tell me what you know about Guy,” I said. “Then you walk.”

“He… he was a s-submissive little bitch!” Charlotte sobbed, words slurring through tears. “We… we h-humiliated him. Stuck a b-baby bottle up his ass once. F-fuck, he was… different in bed!”

“Guy Nolin?” I asked. “What the fuck…”

“Please… that’s all I know!” She hiccuped. “Let me go!”

“Proof?” I pressed.

“We… f-financial dog play,” she stuttered, snot mixing with mascara. “Me and Emilia… threatened him. Send money or we spread the videos. He loved it. C-consent! All c-consent!”

“Where are the videos?”

“You insane fucker!” she cried. “Guy’ll kill me!”

Cora screamed, ripped off her tank top, and lunged, teeth sinking into Charlotte’s left breast. Charlotte shrieked, thrashing, zip-ties cutting deeper.

I grabbed Cora’s arm, yanked her back hard. “STOP!”

“WHAT DID I SAY!” Cora snarled, spit flying. “I’LL CUT YOUR TITS!”

Charlotte’s breast bled, a nasty crescent of teeth marks. No nipple gone, thank fuck. I exhaled, walked over, pulled Charlotte’s torn tank top up to cover her. She kept sobbing, head thumping the wall, mumbling nonsense through tears.

“Tell me where the videos are,” I said, calm. “And you leave alive. Don’t do this to yourself.”

“They’re…” she choked, “in… in Emilia’s ph-phone. Gallery. Old phone… numbers, n-not smart. Guy made her… afraid of h-hacks. Please… h-help me…”

“Emilia,” I said. “Where?”

“Semilian street,” she gasped. “R-roundabout… b-bowling salon across… she lives there… door number five… g-god, please…”

“Alright,” I muttered. “That’s a start.”

“Please… don’t kill me.”

“No one is killing anyone,” I said, rubbing my temples. “Cora, drop her. We don’t need her anymore.”

“Gah!” Esse’s voice rose. “Please shut her up, Sister!”

Cora’s expression flipped instantly. “Yup!”

Charlotte hit the floor with a dull thud, gasping for breath like someone just let air back into her lungs. She stared at us like we were demons that crawled out from a vent.

I sighed. “Fuck…” I muttered under my breath. “Just what kind of mess I gotten myself into…”

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– Evan Marlowe (Lvl 10)

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– Age: 21

– Height: 180 cm

– Weight: 74 kg

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– EXP: [██████░░░░] 1361/2162

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