Campus Belle’s Construction Site Secret - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Years of hard labor had toughened his hands - not just strong, but rough like sandpaper.
Every forceful touch sent shockwaves of pain through my body.
Yet somehow, I found myself craving the sensation almost immediately.
"That's it, keep going," came the voice. "Now Vincent, try her ear with your tongue."
Before I could react, his wet tongue was already tracing the curve of my ear.
Sometimes gentle nibbles, other times deep, probing strokes.
Every woman knows the ear's a live wire of sensation.
Just like that, my vision blurred - eyes rolling back as unbearable pleasure left me panting, lips parted helplessly. A thin string of saliva glistened at the corner of my mouth.
Seeing me like this broke Vincent's last shred of restraint.
His mouth - reeking of tobacco, teeth yellowed from years of smoking - crashed against mine like a starving animal. The kiss was brutal, suffocating. My legs turned to jelly, trembling violently as oxygen fled my lungs.
"Perfect," Sophia purred, clapping with smug satisfaction. "Vincent, lose the clothes."
Clothes? What was she—
Then I turned my head. Suddenly her obsession made perfect sense.
"Pick her up."
Vincent lifted me from behind. With nothing beneath my dress, I instinctively tried to cover myself—only for him to seize my wrists, binding them behind my back with rough rope. One brutal yank and the flimsy fabric tore away.
Then Sophia dropped to her knees, swaying her hips like a begging puppy. "Uncle, you promised!" she whined. "If I brought my friend, you'd still play with me too!"
"I know I'm weak—I black out too fast. But Evelyn? She's strong enough to take whatever you—"
The realization hit like a bucket of ice water.
I'd been set up.
Vincent kicked her rear with a dark chuckle. "We'll see about that. Let me test your friend first."
Memories of Sophia's broken state yesterday sent fear coursing through me—yet somehow, heat pooled between my legs. A sick, twisted excitement took hold.
Resistance never stood a chance. Vincent slammed me onto the floor.
"Little slut," he growled. "Tonight you'll learn exactly how I wrecked your friend unconscious."
Every forceful touch sent shockwaves of pain through my body.
Yet somehow, I found myself craving the sensation almost immediately.
"That's it, keep going," came the voice. "Now Vincent, try her ear with your tongue."
Before I could react, his wet tongue was already tracing the curve of my ear.
Sometimes gentle nibbles, other times deep, probing strokes.
Every woman knows the ear's a live wire of sensation.
Just like that, my vision blurred - eyes rolling back as unbearable pleasure left me panting, lips parted helplessly. A thin string of saliva glistened at the corner of my mouth.
Seeing me like this broke Vincent's last shred of restraint.
His mouth - reeking of tobacco, teeth yellowed from years of smoking - crashed against mine like a starving animal. The kiss was brutal, suffocating. My legs turned to jelly, trembling violently as oxygen fled my lungs.
"Perfect," Sophia purred, clapping with smug satisfaction. "Vincent, lose the clothes."
Clothes? What was she—
Then I turned my head. Suddenly her obsession made perfect sense.
"Pick her up."
Vincent lifted me from behind. With nothing beneath my dress, I instinctively tried to cover myself—only for him to seize my wrists, binding them behind my back with rough rope. One brutal yank and the flimsy fabric tore away.
Then Sophia dropped to her knees, swaying her hips like a begging puppy. "Uncle, you promised!" she whined. "If I brought my friend, you'd still play with me too!"
"I know I'm weak—I black out too fast. But Evelyn? She's strong enough to take whatever you—"
The realization hit like a bucket of ice water.
I'd been set up.
Vincent kicked her rear with a dark chuckle. "We'll see about that. Let me test your friend first."
Memories of Sophia's broken state yesterday sent fear coursing through me—yet somehow, heat pooled between my legs. A sick, twisted excitement took hold.
Resistance never stood a chance. Vincent slammed me onto the floor.
"Little slut," he growled. "Tonight you'll learn exactly how I wrecked your friend unconscious."
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