Olga listened in silence, pressing her lips together. She knew exactly who Samia was. She knew what Samia and Devon were planning. And though it hurt, she had to tell him the truth.

"Rusty... maybe you should take a moment. I don't want to hurt you, but... I think they're playing you."

The silence that followed was sharper than any scream.

"You can't just be happy for me, huh?" he spat, wounded. "You know what, Olga... just forget it."

He hung up.

With her heart pounding, Olga made her way to the bar where she suspected Samia and Devon would be. She wasn't wrong. There they were, laughing and whispering like two wicked conspirators.

"So this is funny to you?" she confronted them.

Samia shrugged, smirking. Devon made a crude gesture with his fingers, mocking Rusty's size.

"Not my fault your buddy has more clit than dick," Devon sneered.

Olga lifted her chin, defiant.

"Maybe he’s small, but at least he doesn’t cum before a girl even gets her panties off," she snapped.

The tension crackled.

"Whore," Devon hissed, turning away with Samia, who threw one last dagger over her shoulder:

"Always siding with the nerds, Olga... so pathetic."

In a matter of minutes, Olga lost her boyfriend, her best friend, and Rusty's trust. And on top of it all... she was late for work at the spa.

Mathias, her boss, was waiting for her. Tall, mature, impeccably dressed, he greeted her with a raised eyebrow and a deep, commanding voice.

"Punctuality, Miss Olga, is a form of respect. And in my company, discipline is everything."

Still rattled, Olga dropped onto a chair across from him. The atmosphere shifted instantly. Mathias moved closer. She couldn't help but notice the impressive bulge in his tailored pants — thick, defined... dominant.

"What are you looking at, Olga?" he asked playfully.

She quickly averted her eyes, but Mathias smirked, amused. Then, with a daring gesture, he brushed his fingers over her sweater, grazing a hardened nipple.

"You have no idea how much I want you," he murmured, slowly stroking the obvious swell in his pants. "But good things... are worth waiting for."

And just like that, he left, leaving her breathless and soaking wet.

At school, Olga buried herself in her books. But at the support group, she ran into Sidney and his girlfriend, Greta. Everyone knew them. Young, sexy, famous for their open relationship... and their scandalous OnlyFans account.

Sidney broke the ice with a grin:

"Samia’s a real bitch, huh? Poor Rusty... that selfie’s making the rounds at school."

Olga nodded. Sidney dropped the completed homework on her desk.

"You coming to the dance tonight?"

"I don't have anyone to go with," she admitted.

"Come with Greta and me," he said, winking. "You know we love to share."

Olga laughed, charmed by his boldness.

Greta, tall and sensual, appeared at the door, eyeing Sidney flirtatiously.

"Didn't know you liked nerds..." she teased.

Sidney rolled his eyes.

"I picked her for you," he smirked.

Greta gave a wicked smile.

"You think she's shaved? Think she can fit your whole cock in her mouth?"

Sidney shuddered. He had football practice — and he was already hard. Greta giggled, brushing his bulge lightly with her hand as they strolled toward the locker room.

"We'll find out tonight."

Night fell. Slightly drunk, Olga stumbled into the dance, her eyes scanning the room. She found Sidney easily. They danced together, bodies pressed close, his hard bulge grinding against her ass. Sidney grabbed her arm firmly.

"Let's find someplace... private," he whispered.

They snuck around the building, where Greta was already waiting, eyes glinting with hunger. Without hesitation, Greta kissed Olga deeply — her first kiss with a woman. The alcohol, the adrenaline, the forbidden thrill... she gave in.

"With us," Greta purred in her ear, "you’ll have way more fun than with that premature ejaculator Devon."

"Feeling hungry?" Sidney interrupted, pulling down his pants and revealing his throbbing erection.

Both girls knelt before him, sharing his thick cock like a decadent treat. Greta's hand slipped under Olga’s skirt, teasing the wetness between her thighs, while Olga responded with eager moans.

Behind the auditorium, while the music thumped inside, the three of them lost themselves in a tangle of skin, tongues, and gasps. Until Sidney commanded:

"Open wide..."

And both girls received his hot, sticky gift with wicked, satisfied smiles.

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The morning after, Olga woke up dazed, her body aching... and burning with need.
Had she really had a threesome?
Flashes from the night before rushed back — Sidney's thick cock filling her throat, Greta’s soft fingers dancing over her swollen clit...

Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Rusty:
"Meet me at the library. We need to talk."

Still tingling between her legs, Olga got dressed and headed over.
Rusty was already waiting, his face grim.

"You made a complete fool of yourself," he snapped as soon as she sat down. "Grinding on Sidney and Greta like that... like some depraved slut."

Olga bit back a smirk.

If only he knew how Sidney’s thick cock had wrecked her throat... or how Greta’s teasing fingers had made her lose her mind.
Just remembering Sidney's size sent a shiver through her, her clit throbbing.
And Greta... her delicate touch still lingered on her skin, making her squirm in her seat.

Rusty kept ranting, wounded and bitter.

Then Olga’s phone rang. It was her mother.

"Come home, sweetheart... It's your father..."

Heart pounding, Olga ran home.
There, she found her father lying on the floor, unconscious, blood staining his temple.

She collapsed into sobs, clutching his hand, while Rusty hovered awkwardly, trying to comfort her.

"I need you," she begged, broken. "Please, stay."

But Rusty’s pride still burned too hot.

"I’m sorry, Olga... You’re my friend, but... I still blame you for what happened with Samia."

Something inside Olga snapped.

"SHE ONLY FUCKED YOU BECAUSE DEVON ASKED HER TO!" she screamed, voice raw. "You were so broken over your father that I spent every day with you... and Devon got jealous. He used her to distract you so he could have me. YOU ruined my relationship, Rusty. Not me."

Rusty's face twisted in shock and rage. Without another word, he stormed off.

The moment he disappeared, regret crushed Olga’s chest.

News about her father spread fast around town.
Greta was the first to text her condolences, surprisingly sweet.

Later that evening, Greta and Sidney pulled Olga aside with an unexpected offer.

"Wanna shoot a video with us for OnlyFans?" Greta asked casually.
"It’s good money," she added with a mischievous grin.

Olga hesitated.
Sidney stepped closer, his voice low and soothing:
"Only if you want to. No pressure."

Heartbroken, lost, and feeling reckless, Olga nodded.

Sidney smiled.
"We’ll do it at school. After hours. Empty halls, classic porn set-up — teacher and student. A lesbian scene. Tons of pervs will eat it up."

Sidney checked the camera while Greta guided Olga into a chair.

"Relax..." Greta whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

Olga melted under her touch. Greta’s mouth was warm, decisive, addictive.
Their kisses deepened, slow and dirty, as they stripped each other down, tossing clothes aside like second skin.

Olga stole a glance at the camera — and caught Sidney’s eyes.
He was behind the lens, stroking his bulge through his jeans, watching them hungrily.

A wicked thrill jolted through her.

Greta slid to her knees and buried her face between Olga's thighs, her tongue teasing Olga’s aching clit with expert strokes.

Olga’s body writhed, her hips bucking shamelessly.
Her eyes locked with Sidney’s — daring, needy.

She wanted him.
She needed him.

With Greta’s mouth driving her wild, Olga pinched her own nipples, staring at Sidney with naked hunger.

He knew.

He knew she wasn’t cumming for Greta.

She was cumming for him.

Olga exploded in Greta’s mouth, her legs trembling, her moans echoing through the empty room...
But in her mind, it wasn’t Greta's tongue she was feeling — it was Sidney’s cock she was craving.

When they arrived, the scene was devastating:
Anabell and Esther were crying inconsolably, Dawn was in absolute shock, staring blankly, and Rusty was trying to calm the baby who wouldn't stop crying. A broken family. Dawn, now alone with four children. What a tragedy...

Olga didn't hesitate for a second and ran to Rusty, her best friend. They hugged each other tightly.
-The brakes... were worn out,” Rusty told her in a trembling voice. He went off the side of the road. He died instantly.

Olga caressed him tenderly.
-I'm going to stay with you for a few days, okay? I want to help you with everything.

Ash approves without hesitation. Viktor, on the other hand, decides to talk to Dawn. His instinct tells him that there's something wrong.

-The brakes on the car? -Viktor asks, with a raised eyebrow.
-It was an old truck... I told him a thousand times... -replies Dawn in a subdued tone, holding the baby. What a tragedy...

Viktor doesn't quite believe her.
-What a sudden death, isn't it?
-Yes... like Travis' at the cabin,” Dawn says, looking at him calmly. You don't know when your last day will be....

Those words were enough for Viktor. She did it. Dawn manipulated the brakes. She killed him. A cold, silent revenge for the death of her lover, Travis.

Days pass, and Olga stays close to Rusty. They share laughs, chats, sweet moments in the midst of grief.
-I'm not a virgin anymore,” she confesses to him one day, looking down. It was with Devon....
Rusty gets excited.
-What luck! I wish I was too...

But all is not calm. At school, De

von is annoyed with Olga.

-You've spent too little time with me,” he says possessively.
-Rusty lost his father, Dev.... I'm helping,” she replies, trying to calm him down.

He sighs and hugs her, clinging to her body.
-I've missed you so much.... -he whispers in her ear, as she clearly notices his erection. You make me so sick, baby.... Tonight, shall I see you?

-Yes, love. When I get out of the Spa.

That afternoon, Olga starts her internship at the Spa. She is introduced to Mathias, her teacher. A man of about 45, experienced and, why not say it, very attractive.

When Mathias sees her, his interest is palpable.
-If I want you to be the best, you have to know how to give a good massage, don't you? -he says in a suggestive tone. Take off your clothes and lie down.

Olga, nervous but excited, obeys. Mathias' hands are sure, firm, manly. He's not like the boys in high school. He's a real man.
When the massage is over, Olga leaves the Spa ecstatic. Her body is wet, her thoughts in turmoil. She doesn't understand why she reacted that way... but she did.

She arrives at Devon's house, upset and horny. Seeing him, she pounces on him and kisses him hungrily.

-I want to ride you,” she whispers in his ear.

Devon bites his lip.
-I want you to suck me first....

Olga obediently brings out her sexy side. She gives him intense fellatio, looking him straight in the eye. Devon moans, grabs her head tightly and finishes in her mouth. She tries to pull away, but he holds her tighter.
-I wanted you so badly... -he gasps.

Olga wipes herself, disappointed.
-I wanted to ride you...
-Baby,” he replies, smiling, ”you've kept me from fucking for three days!

As she pulls herself together, Devon comments:
-Don't worry so much about Rusty. He's in good hands... I'm going to fulfill that freak's fantasy,” he laughs.

Olga looks at him, hurt. It hurts her that he's laughing at her best friend. She feels used. But, maybe... Devon is right.

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“You have to do it, Samia. I’m sick of my girlfriend spending her days with that nerd,” Devon snapped over the phone, more annoyed than usual. “Okay, his dad just died, but come on, she's my girlfriend. And that loser’s totally into you. You could… I don’t know, cheer him up. He’d probably cum in under a minute.”

Samia wrinkled her nose. She was lying on her bed, filing her nails while listening to his ridiculous plea.

“No way, Devon. I don’t fuck virgins. Please… he probably smells like sour milk,” she replied with clear disgust.

Devon didn’t give up.
“I’ll give you 300 euros. Come on, we’re friends. You owe me. I just want her back. Think of it as charity.”

There was a pause. Samia rolled onto her stomach and looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection returning a sly smirk.

“Fine… but only because you owe me a massage and a good bottle of wine,” she said, both of them laughing.

When Samia arrived at the Eaton house, everything felt different. The air was heavier, the usual giggles of Rusty’s sisters were absent, and the whole place felt like it was wrapped in mourning. She offered sweet condolences, hugged his sisters briefly, and walked confidently toward Rusty’s room.

She found him there, sitting on his bed, hunched over, clutching an old jacket that still smelled like smoke and memories.

“Rusty…” she whispered gently as she entered the room. “Oh God… I’m so sorry.”

He looked up, surprised. Samia had never spoken to him like that—had barely even looked at him in school.

She walked toward him, crouched to his level, and hugged him tenderly. It was the first time their bodies had ever truly touched. Rusty froze.

“It must be so hard… but I’m here,” she said, brushing his cheek lightly with her fingertips. Her hand slid slowly down his neck, and he shivered at her touch.

“Samia… what are you doing?” he murmured, confused.

She sat beside him on the bed, her thigh brushing against his, and placed a hand on his leg, dangerously close to his crotch. He swallowed hard.

“I know we never really talk, but… you seem like a really sweet guy,” she said softly. Then she leaned in and kissed him—lightly, almost dreamlike.

Rusty remained frozen, eyes wide, and when she whispered in his ear, “Tonight, I want you to forget everything,” he closed his eyes and let go.

Samia slowly stood, eyes fixed on him, and began removing her top with practiced elegance. When she revealed her bare breasts, Rusty looked like the sky had fallen on him.

“What do you want to do to me, Rusty?” she asked, voice low and sultry.

“A-anything you want…” he stammered, completely entranced.

She undressed him carefully, eyes scanning his pale, slender body. When she pulled down his underwear, she had to stifle a laugh.

Oh my God… it’s like a toy.

Still, Samia stayed in character. She undressed completely, laid down on the bed, and spread her legs wide with deliberate sensuality. Her glistening vulva looked like a prize on display.

“Make me yours, Rusty,” she said, like a trained pornstar delivering lines to please the client.

He approached, awkward and unsure, and entered her with difficulty. His face twisted. Samia noticed the sweat already forming on his brow, how his lips trembled, and how tightly his eyes were shut—like he was scared he’d wake up.

She knew he wouldn’t last long. Every move he made was clumsy, disjointed, but he looked at her like she was divine.

Samia climbed on top, taking control. She began to ride him slowly at first, then faster. She felt how he clenched the sheets, his eyes glassy, right on the edge.

Then, she grabbed her phone and, without breaking rhythm, snapped a selfie—tongue out, hair wild, Rusty’s overwhelmed face in the background.

“For the memories… Devon,” she whispered with a wicked grin as she hit the button.

Rusty didn’t even notice. He was lost. On one of her movements, he slipped out of her, and she guided him back in with her hand, barely feeling him.

She tightened her vagina around him like a soft trap, grinding harder against him. In seconds, his body tensed and, with a muffled moan, Rusty came.

His semen splashed onto her stomach and part of her chest. She stayed still for a moment, breathing heavily, then looked down.

“Seven minutes…” she murmured to herself.

She got off the bed, wiped herself with a towel, got dressed without hurry, and before leaving, gave one last glance at the boy who had just lived the best—and most heartbreaking—day of his life.

Rusty had no idea that for Samia, it had all been a favor with a price… and a photo to send.

Scars are not always visible. Sometimes, they live in the form of silence, of broken dreams that visit us at night... like the nightmare that Olga still drags from that damned night in the forest.

She knows it.

She knows what her father did.
She knows that he and Dusty killed a man.
And that they never...ever...mentioned it again.

The voices of guilt don't scream. They whisper. Especially when you're alone.

Now Olga is a teenager with a calm gaze, a soft voice and a restless soul. Her life has become a delicate balance between the obedience they expect of her... and the freedom she dreams of.

She loves yoga, aromas, contact with the human body. She wants to be a masseuse.
But her parents...
- “A girl like you should study business.”
-“Massage doesn't pay for college.”

So she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and nods. Like always. Like a good daughter.

Her best friend, Samia, on the other hand, is the opposite.
Daughter of Amina, the uncrowned queen of the neighborhood, Samia is an unapologetic bad bitch.
She smokes at recess, makes out with two different boys a week, and when she walks down the hallways, everyone turns around.
Next to her, there's always Anabell, Dusty and Dawn's daughter. Popular, provocative, dangerous.
The three of them get along well... but they're not the same.

Olga is something else.

And then there's him.
Rusty.
Her confidant.
Her grounding cable.
Her laughter on gray days.

Since they were kids, they've shared secrets, games, long looks that no one else understands. Now, as teenagers, they remain inseparable.
What Olga doesn't know is that Rusty is madly in love with Samia.
But Samia would never notice someone like him.
Too nerdy. Too real.
And he knows it.

That afternoon, while they're doing homework together, Rusty drops the bombshell on her:

- "They've opened a new spa downtown. They're looking for people."

Olga looks up, excited.

-“Really?”

- "You'd do well there. You're all about touch. Relaxation. The good vibes."
-“My parents would kill me...”
- "You can go in as a model first. So they can see what you can do."

She laughs. Olga does too. He always manages to make her laugh.
She accepts.

The spa is scented with lavender and Japanese flute music.
They are greeted by Cassandra, an elegant woman with painted lips and a sly look.
Rusty runs happily in his white robe.

Free massages! Hahaha!"

Olga laughs. She always does.
Until, for an instant, she watches him from another angle.

So happy. So innocent. So close.
And yet...
He's never told her what happened in the woods.

- “Olga, are you okay?”
She blinks.

- “Shall I lie down now?” -Rusty jokes, pointing to the gurney. “I'm ready, my star masseuse.”

She smiles and begins.
Her hands run down Rusty's back with a confidence he didn't know he had.
Rusty sighs, moans low. The warmth of skin. The absolute trust.

Cassandra watches from the doorway and nods approvingly.

-"You're a natural. You're hired by the time you finish high school."

Rusty claps exaggeratedly from the table.

- “I want this massage every day! Free, of course!”

Cassandra laughs. Then she looks at Olga:

- “Come, sign some papers in the office while your friend gets dressed.”

Olga signs the pseudo-contract with her hands shaking with excitement.
She feels... happy. Capable. Free.

She runs down the hall to tell Rusty the news.
He opens the living room door without thinking.

And then...

Time stands still.

Rusty's back is turned.
Standing in front of the small mirror.
The robe open.
Hand moving urgently.
Phone in the other.
The moans.
Her choked voice saying “Samia...” between her teeth.
Her body shaking with desire.

Olga freezes.
Her eyes widen.
She can't move.
She can't think.

The boy who made her laugh.
Her confidant.
Her refuge.

...She masturbates with the image of another.

She doesn't make a sound.
She doesn't breathe.
She doesn't tremble.

She just closes the door.
Gently.
In complete silence.

And walks away down the corridor.

Without saying a word.

That night, Olga found it hard to sleep. Between the excitement of her new job and the unexpected discovery of Rusty...her best friend...in such an intimate and surprising situation with Samia, her mind couldn't find rest.
He never told me anything... I guess we all have secrets.

The next morning, at school, Olga couldn't hide her excitement. She told Samia everything, even about Rusty as her first massage model.

-Rusty? -laughed Samia disdainfully. That nerd sure is a virgin.
-Hey, stop it! -Olga replied, offended. He's my best friend, Samia. Don't mess with him.

Samia had changed. She was no longer that somewhat shy girl who told him about her insecurities. Along with Anabell, Rusty's sister, they had become the popular ones. Girls with the haughty look, the easy laugh, the words that could cut like razors.

-Well, let's celebrate, shall we? -Samia said mischievously. Remember Devon? He moved here... and he asked me about you.

Olga stood still. Devon. That boy with the crooked smile she'd met on vacation in the woods. She remembered him with a certain nostalgia, like an adolescent sigh that was left floating among pine trees and shooting stars.

That night, they met at the bar. The first to arrive were Rusty and Olga, and perhaps because of nerves -or the desire to feel bigger than they were-, they began to drink more than they should. Olga took the opportunity to ask Rusty about Samia, but he didn't say a word. He just looked at her with those big, intense eyes... full of something she still couldn't decipher.

Samia arrived accompanied by Devon. Tall, confident, with that air of a guy who's had too much and still wants more. When he saw Olga, his eyes lit up.

-You look beautiful," he said as he hugged her. Olga blushed, not quite knowing how to respond to a compliment she hadn't expected.

-Leave them alone," Samia murmured to Rusty.
Rusty, cup in hand, offered Samia another, but she declined.
-Your sister is my friend, but you... What would they think if they saw me with a freak like you?

Rusty rolled his eyes. He said goodbye to Olga without looking her in the eye.
-Are you staying? -he asked in a quiet voice.
-Yes..." Devon answered for her, not even looking at him.

With each encounter, Devon seemed more enchanted with Olga. He liked her hearty laugh, her curious eyes, the way she blushed when he complimented her.

-You're different..." he whispered to her one night at the fair, with the lights swirling around them and the air scented with cotton candy. I'm tired of girls who are perfect on the outside but empty on the inside. You... you make me want to stay.

Olga smiled. Something in her chest stirred. She believed him. She wanted to believe him.

They began an intense relationship, impulsive on his part, cautious on hers. Olga wanted to go slowly. Not because she didn't want it...but because she was a virgin, and her body, though curious, was not yet ready.

Devon insisted, gently at first, then with some disguised anxiety.
-Don't you love me? -he whispered as he stroked her back.
-Yes... but I'm afraid.

One night, in the privacy of her bedroom, she let herself go. Devon's voice was a lullaby.

-We're alone, baby," he said, as his hands gently ran down her thighs.

Olga closed her eyes. She felt her skin ignite under his caresses, she shivered, but not from cold. It was all new. Her breathing was becoming ragged, and her heart was pounding.

Devon kissed her slowly, as if each kiss was a promise. His hand slipped between her legs, and as he touched her he felt her wetness. She tensed, he smiled.

-You're ready...

Olga opened her eyes, meeting his. There was desire, yes... but also something else. Something she couldn't read.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered:
-It's going to be okay...

She felt it at the entrance of her body. Olga held her breath. The pain was stabbing, but she said nothing. He held her hand, moving slowly, until a high-pitched moan escaped her lips. Devon shuddered.

-Fuck, baby... you're perfect.

Olga didn't know whether to cry or moan. It was a strange mix... between fear and pleasure. Between surrender and doubt. Every movement was an unanswered question.

Devon sped up, and she felt it deeper, stronger. Their bodies moved to the rhythm of her gasping breaths.

-I'm... I'm coming," he whispered, his eyes closed.

He invited the Petrovs and the AlFasi family, as if fresh air could erase old wounds. His eldest son, Rusty, vanished into the trees with Olga. They had been inseparable since childhood, and there was something more than innocence in their games—a silent bond. He protected her like someone guarding a promise.

While the women strolled through the birches, Viktor and Dusty sat across from each other, a deck of cards between them, and an invisible abyss that connected them deeper than blood. Silence. Only the crunch of dead leaves and the whisper of the past.

—“We need to kill Travis Walker,” Dusty said flatly, emotionless.

Viktor looked up, frozen.

—“He’s wanted. No one knows where he is.”

Dusty gave a bitter half-smile.

—“No one… except my wife. That fucking bitch is screwing him in the cabin on the other side of the woods. Fifteen minutes away. I timed it.”

—“No… no. I’m not a killer,” Viktor replied, shaking his head like trying to push away the shadow.

—“No? And Meredith? And Knox? Shall I remind you who buried the body?”

Silence. Again.

—“Leave me out of it, Dusty,” Viktor muttered. “You know as well as I do your marriage to Dawn is dead. You screw hookers every weekend. It’s no surprise she found a lover.”

Dusty stood up. The bench creaked beneath him.

—“Yeah, but not him! Not Travis! He abandoned us! Because of him we went to prison!”

Viktor inhaled sharply. Dusty had a point. And he knew saying “last one” was a lie. But he still said it.

—“Last one.”

Dusty smiled, almost tenderly.

—“I’m about to grow old. I just want Travis gone. My wife back in my house. And a young girl sucking my cock from time to time. Is that too much to ask?”

Night fell like a velvet curtain. With a bat in hand, Viktor followed Dusty through the narrow path, trees towering like silent witnesses. Dim light flickered in the cabin ahead. Travis—shirtless, drink in hand.

—“There he is,” whispered Dusty.

Viktor swallowed. This had to go smoothly. No mistakes.

Travis saw them and smiled at first… then his expression shifted. Uneasy. He took a step back.

—“What are you doing here?” he asked, instantly on edge.

Viktor stepped forward, cutting off any chance of escape.

—“You like taking what’s not yours?” Viktor said, voice thick.

Travis understood immediately. And he didn’t stay silent.

—“I only fuck her because you’re too useless to make a woman come.”

That hit Viktor deeper than expected.

Viktor didn’t hesitate. The bat came down on Travis’s head with a sickening crack. Travis collapsed, limp. Maybe dead.

—“Is he dead?” Viktor asked, breathless.

Dusty burst out laughing like a madman.

—“You’ve really improved over the years. One hit—PAAAM! Dead. Bingo.”

—“Dad?!”

The voice cut through the trees like a blade. Both men turned at once. Olga. Eyes wide like full moons. Lips trembling.

—“Olga!” Viktor tried to speak, but she was already running—leaves flying behind her like wings.

—“Fuck, fuck!” Viktor yelled, smashing his fist into the air.

Later that night, the silence at home was thick and dangerous. Viktor approached Ash while she was taking off her makeup in the bathroom.

—“Did Olga seem weird to you today?”

Ash shook her head gently.

—“Not more than usual. Why?”

—“Nothing… just a feeling.”

Ash walked to the bedroom, and Viktor sank into the couch. For a moment, everything felt calm. Too calm. Killing had calmed him again. That scared him… and turned him on.

When he entered the room and saw Ash in her underwear, getting ready for bed, his body reacted instantly. After all these years, she still turned him on like the first day.

—“Come here, Ash… ride me… fuck me… I want you,” he growled.

She climbed on top, straddling him. Viktor grabbed her hips and started thrusting—slow, deep, hungry. Ash moaned, soft at first, then louder as he filled her like he wanted to melt inside her.

—“Mmm… yes… just like that, Viktor… fuck…”

Her body tensed. Her pussy clenched hard around him as she came. He couldn’t hold back.

—“I’m gonna come, baby…”

Ash pulled away just in time to see his cum shoot out of her, thick and hot, landing on her stomach.

Viktor collapsed on his back, panting.

For now… he was the happiest man alive.

Even if tomorrow, his daughter would know everything.

And nothing… would ever be the same again.

But as they entered, silence greeted them. There were no balloons, no cake, no little girls running around the room.

Ash looked around, confused.

-Where are the girls? -She asked, trying to smile. Is it a surprise party?

Knox didn't answer. She turned slowly, Amina's cell phone in her hand. On the screen, a picture. Amina and Ash, in bikinis, smiling in front of the sea, wet from the waves and shining under the Sulani sun.

-What kind of pictures are these? -he growled, holding up the picture as if it were damning evidence.

Ash narrowed her eyes, tired of the hypocrisy.

-A picture of two free women, having a good time. Ring any bells?

Knox ignored her completely. She glared at Viktor.

-You see this as normal? They're almost naked!

Viktor burst out laughing. It seemed ridiculous to him, cynical even.

-Come on, Knox. It's no big deal. Your wife sucked my dick, you slept with Ash. We're friends. A team.

Knox was silent for a few seconds, his jaw clenched.

-Exactly," he spat angrily. A team, the four of us. Not them dressing up like whores and going off on their own. They wanted cock!

The air grew thick. Viktor's laughter died down.

-I'm not going to let you talk like that," he said, taking a step toward him.

But Knox was no longer the calm man he had been before. With eyes full of rage, he lunged at Viktor, threw him to the ground with brutal force and began to beat him mercilessly. Fists, screams, blood. A burst of violence impossible to stop.

Olga, frightened, burst into tears. Ash quickly took her in his arms and ran to lock himself in a room.

From there, he listened to the thrashing, the agitated breathing, the dull cracking of flesh being punished.

A few minutes passed that seemed like forever. The beating stopped.

Ash left Olga asleep in the crib and went outside. The hallway seemed longer than usual. When he reached the living room, the world stopped.

Viktor lay on the floor, motionless, covered in blood.

-Viktor? -he whispered.

Quiet.

Knox adjusted his stained sweatshirt, walked calmly to the door and, before leaving, looked at her with a cruel smile.

-Get out of my house, bitch.

Something snapped inside Ash. A fire, a scream, an instinct.

He lunged at Knox. Her hands, cold and trembling, closed around his neck. She squeezed. He squeezed hard. She didn't think. She just felt.

And then, crack.

The sound was dry, final. Knox collapsed at his feet. Eyes empty, soulless.

Ash recoiled, frozen.

-Ash..." whispered a voice behind her back.

It was Viktor. Alive. Weak. Staring at her with a mixture of horror, admiration and love.

She threw herself at him, hugged him tightly. Helped him up. They both looked at the lifeless body on the ground. Ash was crying uncontrollably. Viktor stroked his hair.

-You killed him... for me.

He didn't know whether to love her more or fear her. Or both.

Olga's crying brought them out of their trance.

-You have to go," he said, firm. I'll take care of the body.

Ash nodded, trembling, and with her daughter in her arms, left the house.

Viktor was left alone, the body still warm at his feet. He pulled out his cell phone.

-What do you want? -answered the voice on the other end.

-I need your help. I don't know who else to call...

There was silence.

-A nice mess, isn't it?

-Please...

An hour later, in a dark open field, he ran into Dusty. Archenemies, yes. But also brothers in crime. Accomplices. Former partners. Prisoners of a past that never dies.

-I don't know why I'm helping you," Dusty said, not quite looking at him. 

You know that, deep down, I would never touch your wife," said Viktor

Dusty looked down. He snorted.

Where's the body?“ said Dusty

”In the car," confessed Viktor

Dusty looked at Viktor with a half smile.

-Do you have shovels?

-Of course. I'm not new at this," Viktor replied, lighting a cigarette with blood-stained hands.

And the night, silent accomplice, swallowed the secret.

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There was a time when Dawn would wait for her husband with the table set, the children asleep, and her heart at peace.
But now… now Dusty spent more time at the club than at home. More time with women who laughed too loud, wore too little, and touched too much.

That night, Dawn had had enough. Rage pulsed through her veins.
After arguing with him over the phone, and hearing the prostitutes in the background offering him pleasure like reading off a menu, she hung up without another word.
No yelling. No tears. Just one call — a number she hadn’t dialed in years.

—"Come," she said, and nothing more.

And he came.

At three in the morning, silence was broken by a car pulling up outside her house.
Dawn stepped out in a black robe, heart pounding like it had just remembered how to live.
Travis was there, leaning against his car like a shadow from the past. Same face, more mature. Same hunger in his eyes — only now, darker.
He had been Dusty’s friend. He had been part of it all… until he vanished after the trial where she had been accused of murder.
No one knew where Travis had gone.
No one, except Dawn.

—“You haven’t changed,” he said, his voice rough, his eyes locked on her cleavage.

—“You have,” she whispered, walking toward him like one walks into fire.

Just then, the front door swung open and Rusty appeared in his pajamas.

—“Mom? Who are you talking to?”

Dawn turned with forced calm.
—“Go back to bed, Rusty. Now.”

The boy shot a glare at the stranger before obeying. Travis smirked.

—“He’s got fire. Just like you. You’d better come by when there are no witnesses,” he said, and shut the car door.

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She had dropped the kids off at school without saying a word, her red lipstick flawless, her nails painted with rage.
Her body craved what her soul denied: to feel desired, touched, fucked with hunger.

Travis was waiting by the window, shirtless, his pants barely held together by a single button.
His eyes undressed her before she even took off her coat.
And when she did, she stood before him in nothing but black lace—no panties.

—“Fuck, Dawn…” he muttered, jaw clenched tight.

—“Shut up and touch me,” she said, lunging at him with the urgency of a breath before drowning.

He caught her in his arms, kissing her like a man who had spent years dreaming of tasting her skin again.
Travis’s hands slid down her back, firm, gripping her ass with force.
She moaned into his mouth.
He lifted her like she weighed nothing and carried her to the jacuzzi.

Steam rose between them as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock—thick, hot, throbbing in her hand.
She knelt on the edge, eyes locked on his with wicked intent.

—“Is this what you missed?” she whispered, and without waiting for an answer, took him fully into her mouth.

Travis groaned, head falling back, as she devoured him with hunger.
Her tongue swirled around the head, sucked with pressure, swallowed him deep.

She owned him—wet, loud, starving.

—“Fuck… just like that…” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair. “You’ve always been a delicious little slut.”

She looked up at him, lips glistening, and smiled.

—“And you’ve always been an addictive bastard.”

Without warning, he pulled her from the water and carried her inside.

As soon as the door shut, he threw her onto the bed.
Dawn spread her legs without shame, showing him her soaked, aching pussy.

Travis didn’t wait. He knelt between her thighs and licked her like a man possessed.
Two fingers inside her, working her just right while his tongue tortured her clit.

—“Ah… Travis! Don’t stop… don’t stop…” she cried, arching her back.

When she was close to coming, he buried himself in her with one brutal thrust, making her scream.
His cock slammed into her, deep, hitting her soul.

—“Does your husband fuck you like this?” he growled.

—“No… no one fucks me like this… only you.”

He fucked her hard, fast, deep.

Each thrust echoed wet and raw.
The room filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, of breathless moans, their names laced with curses.

—“More,” she begged. “Break me.”

He flipped her onto her knees, grabbing her hair as he took her from behind.
She moaned like a wild thing, her ass bouncing against him with every thrust.
Travis spat on her opening and drove into her harder, grunting like an animal in heat.

—“I’m gonna fill you up,” he said. “You’re gonna feel me all day.”

—“Yes, yes, inside, Travis, inside!”

And when she came, screaming, biting the pillow, trembling like she was breaking apart,
Travis held her tight and emptied himself inside her with one final brutal thrust.
His hot cum filled her, mixing with her own dripping desire.

They collapsed, gasping, sweating, tangled.
And though they said nothing, they both knew they’d just crossed a dangerous line.
It wasn’t just sex. It was revenge.
It was need.
It was filthy love—in the only place it could exist:
far from the world, in a corner of the forest…
where sin felt like home.

Appearance of @NorseTempest28 sim

On the very day Olga was born, Dawn told Dusty she was pregnant... again.

"ANOTHER ONE?!" shouted Dusty. "We already have three kids!! This is starting to look like a daycare," he said.
"You need to take your pills or we’ll start using condoms!!"

Dawn refused because she was super Catholic and said it was God’s will and she would never interfere in God's plan.

Dusty never really understood his wife or that unwavering faith of hers, especially when she had no scruples when it came to torturing, killing, and burying anyone.

“But honey, look—” he said, pointing at Rusty and Anabell running wild and ignoring their parents— “I’m going to go crazy… I’m going for a drive.”

We all know where he goes… even his wife suspects it.

Dusty grabs his ranch truck and heads to his favorite club, where one of the girls will help him forget for a little while that his life is shit....

Hot Ruby knows how to comfort him

Seeing Ash so overwhelmed, Viktor surprises her with a trip—but with her best friend—to Sulani.

“Will your husband let you go? You know… he’s Muslim…”

“I already talked to him, darling, and there’s no problem.”

Ash hugs him and kisses him. She really doesn’t care about his past, nor does she want to know. He’s a man who drives her crazy, a good father, and still turns her on like the very first day.

Amina and Ash head off to Sulani, where Ash encourages her to be a little freer. Amina takes off her veil and puts on a bikini, revealing her spectacular body. It’s a trip full of confessions and friendship.

Amina confesses that since they had their daughter Samina, Knox doesn’t want to have sex anymore and that she masturbates every day. Amina is a very sexual woman.

Ash and Amina go out partying and meet some handsome guys, but they’re married and loyal, so they go to bed and sleep.

After a week in paradise, it’s time to return.

Ash comes home and, after hugging her little Olga sleeping in the crib, she steps outside and finds Viktor, naked in the hot springs, his dick pointing right at her—and she can feel her panties getting wet.

She had missed Viktor—and his dick.

Viktor hugs and kisses her, and his cock is already looking for home. He enters her and they moan. Viktor tells her how much he’s missed her body. His thrusts are firm and hard; they go crazy, kissing and biting each other...

Viktor carries her to the lounge chair and keeps thrusting while caressing her whole body.

As he’s about to come, he turns her around, showing off her beautiful ass, watching as his cock slides in and out, which turns him on even more.

“I’m coming, baby,” he says, as he fills Ash’s pussy with his cum.

Viktor, who was many things, but no fool, had already heard about the famous threesome. That didn't make him angry... on the contrary. It gave him a dirty and delicious morbid curiosity. During the party, he whispered in Ash's ear in a hoarse voice:

-How about celebrating the way you like it... The four of us?

Ash looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous grin. She knew what he meant. Without dissimulation, she proposed the idea to Amina, and Amina, biting her lip, agreed without thinking. Knox just nodded, already used to his girl's hot games.

The night ended with the four of them in bed. The girls began to kiss slowly, their tongues intertwined, their hands caressing curves hungrily. Ash sensually unclasped her bra, letting her firm breasts be exposed, eliciting low moans from the men.

Knox and Viktor looked at each other with desire. Viktor hadn't shared his wife with another man before, but watching her give herself to him drove him crazy. Ash gave Knox a slow blowjob, sucking his member expertly, while Amina moaned as she felt Viktor's tongue eating her pussy hard.

The roles were reversed. Knox penetrated Ash hard while Viktor rammed Amina from behind. Bodies moved to the rhythm of desire, between moans, gasps and dirty sighs. The girls kissed as their bodies were fucked like in a hardcore porn scene. The huge breasts of both of them jumped with each thrust, drenched in sweat.

Finally, the men knelt them in front of each other, their faces full of desire. Knox was the first to cum, covering Ash's face with his hot, thick semen. Viktor was not long, and his load stained Amina's half-open mouth.

They, between giggles and gasps, kissed licking each other's cum, playing with it as if it were a delicacy. Viktor watched them in amazement, panting, completely aroused. His pregnant girlfriend was much kinkier than he had imagined. And he loved that.

They returned from Granite Falls just as the city was dawning under an overcast sky. Ash got out of the car with a sweet, relaxed smile, still with the smell of the forest on his skin. But as soon as he set foot in front of his house, he felt the tension cut like glass.

Dusty was there. On the sidewalk. Arms crossed. Jaw clenched. The look... dangerous.

-Where the hell have you and Viktor been? -He spat without saying hello.

-What...? What's wrong with you? -Ash frowned. What are you doing here?

Dusty growled, taking a step closer. Where was Viktor two nights ago?

Ash swallowed nervously. He didn't understand anything.

-We went to Granite Falls, for a few days... What's going on?

-What's going on,“ Dusty interrupted him with restrained anger, ”is that some bastard tried to take my son. He broke into my house, Ash! With Dawn in it! Do you have any idea what could have happened?

Ash's heart skipped a beat.

-That doesn't make sense... Viktor wouldn't do something like that. It can't be him!

-What the hell do you know about Viktor? -Dusty hissed, his eyes red with rage. You don't know him. I do! That guy fucks everything that moves, don't think you're special.

Ash looked at him angrily. The air was burning in his lungs.

-Your wife tried to get into his bed! Viktor turned her down and she lied! You know that and God knows it!

-And you really think he turned her down? -Dusty let out a hollow laugh. Do you know what that bastard did? Don't make me laugh. He's playing with you, just like he played with everyone else.

Before he could answer, a movement in the window froze them. They both turned their heads at the same time.

A face.

The same face.

The kidnapper.

Dusty ran like a wild animal, smashing down the side garden gate. Ash followed him to the back, panting.

Dusty caught up with the guy. He rammed him into the fence so hard that the air came out of the other's body like a hiss.

-WHO SENT YOU, HUH? WHO SENT YOU? WHO?!

But the bastard was silent. Not a word. He just looked at him. As if he knew something. Like he wasn't afraid.

Ash pulled out his cell phone. He was shaking.

-I'm going to call the police!

-NO! -Dusty shouted, "Don't call!

The kidnapper took advantage of the distraction. He hit Dusty with his elbow, broke free and ran off into the trees.

-FUCK, ASH, YOU'RE STUPID! -Dusty shouted, shaking his head angrily, "I'm warning you! Stay away from Viktor, he's ruthless, dangerous! If anything happens to my son... I will show no mercy.

And without another word, he left. The door was left open. The cold wind blew in and Ash locked it, throwing all the bolts, setting off the alarm. Silence crushed her.

Her body trembled.

Her legs were weak.

And then...

Nausea.

It came over her suddenly, like a toxic wave. She ran to the bathroom. He knelt in front of the toilet. He vomited. He took a deep breath. Another retch. The world was spinning.

Stress?
Fear?
Or...?

Her fingers trembled as she searched the drawer.

A predictor.
Silence.
Heartbeats.

Seconds that seemed like centuries. And then...
The two lines.

Positive.
Very clear.

Pregnant.

Ash looked in the mirror. Sweat on her forehead. Eyes shining. Mouth ajar.

-Am I happy? -he whispered.
-Yes? -Another voice inside her answered.
-Or terrified?

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Ash couldn't sleep.

The house was quiet, but his mind was a whirlwind. He huddled under the blanket, with the dim light of the lamp on, staring at the ceiling as if he could find answers there. The predictor was still on the counter, like a secret about to explode.

His cell phone vibrated.

Viktor 💬: “Baby, everything okay?”
Viktor 💬: “Where are you, I'm worried.”
Viktor 💬: "I love you. Please answer."
Viktor 💬: “I'm on my way.”

Ash didn't answer. Dusty's words haunted her like ghosts, “Viktor is ruthless... You don't know him... If anything happens to my son, I will show no mercy.”

And then...
Ding-dong.

The doorbell.

Ash slowly sat up. He walked to the window. Pulled aside the curtain.

Viktor.

Standing in front of the door, in the thin rain, black jacket soaked through, eyes full of worry. So handsome. So dangerous. So his.

For an instant, he hesitated.
But he opened it.

-What's the matter, baby? -Viktor whispered, rushing in and closing the door behind him.

Ash burst into tears. She threw herself into his arms, trembling, her soul in pieces.

-I can't... I don't know what's wrong with me... -he cried in a broken voice.

Viktor hugged her tightly, the contact with her body made him horny. That woman made his cock harden, he kissed her neck and she moaned giving him permission to make his fantasies come true... He stroked her back as he looked at her from the corner of his eye. His expression changed. Cold. Attentive. He knew Dusty had been here. The kidnapper told her before he got rid of him. She talked to him. Why doesn't she tell him? What else is she hiding from him?

Doubt was growing, but she felt in heaven with his cock inside her pussy, Ash bouncing all over him, driving him crazy, she wouldn't look at him.... and Viktor's intrusive thoughts were becoming more frequent....

What if she starts to get suspicious?
What if Ash becomes a threat?
Will I have to... kill her?

And then... Viktor cummed, flooding her whole pussy with semen....

He got up on his way to the kitchen to get water and....

He saw it.

In the kitchen. On top of the counter.
The predictor.
Two pink lines. Clear. Blunt.

Viktor walked toward it. Ash followed him, his eyes red-rimmed.

-Honey..." he whispered. I was going to tell you. I'm...

Viktor picked up the predictor. He held it in his hand as if it weighed tons. He turned his head slowly, dark eyes boring into her.

-You're pregnant.

The air grew thick.

Ash could barely breathe. He was afraid of her reaction.
But Viktor... he was silent.
And then... he smiled.
Not a fake, predatory smile.
But one of those rare, almost forgotten ones.

A clean smile. Real.

-Really? -he asked, with a breath in his voice.

Ash nodded, lips quivering.

Viktor set the predictor down on the counter and walked toward her, slowly. He cupped her cheeks with both hands, as if they were made of glass. He kissed her on the forehead. Then on the lips. Then he hugged her so tightly that she seemed to melt into his body.

-You... you and I... are going to be family," he whispered. For the first time... I have something real.

Ash didn't know what to say. She just clung to him.

And everything dark...
Everything violent...
Everything in him that wanted to disappear...

vanished.

For now.

They often hung out with Amina and Knox, their “chosen family.” Between craft cocktails, sexual confessions and sensual dancing under the moon, Ash felt he had finally found his place.

-I never believed in love -she said one night to Viktor, whispering against his neck- but you... you make me doubt everything.

He just smiled, kissing her with that mix of sweetness and possession that so disarmed her.

Meanwhile, in the cozy but gloomy Travis home, everything seemed to be going well. Dawn had given birth to a beautiful baby boy. They named him Rusty, and he had a reddish mane that seemed to blaze in the firelight. Dawn adored him, and so did Dusty, although sometimes he would disappear for a couple of nights with vague excuses.

-“Country business, honey,” Dusty would say with a vacant smile. Nothing to worry about.

But one night... something changed.

Dawn was home alone. Rusty slept upstairs, wrapped up like a warm cocoon. The silence of the forest was so thick she could almost hear herself breathe. But then... something creaked.

A door.

A step.

A shadow.

Dawn's heart stopped for a second. She sprinted up the stairs, maternal instinct unleashed. Rusty's crying tore at her chest. And as she opened the bedroom door...

A man.

Dark. Black clothes. No visible face. He held out his arms toward his son.

-NO! -Dawn roared, and lunged at him like a wild beast.

They struggled. The stranger struggled but she, moved by terror, managed to get him to let go of the baby. The man fled like a shadow among shadows. Dawn ran to her nightstand drawer, pulled out the gun, but it was too late.

Silence again.

Only Rusty's cry.

The echo of the past."
Trembling, Dawn dialed Dusty's number. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her knuckles bleeding.

-Dusty, come! They tried to kidnap our son!

Dusty, on the other end of the phone, felt an icy shiver run down her spine. He didn't need any more details. He knew who had sent the man.

-I'm on my way," he said in a strained voice, hanging up immediately.

He clenched his fists. His eyes stared into the void.

-Viktor... damn you.

Because Dusty knew Viktor well. And if there was one way to hurt him...it was by touching what he loved most.

And now, the balance in Glimmerbrook was about to break.

The morning after the attempted kidnapping, Viktor woke up with his eyes glued to the ceiling. He couldn't stay. Dusty would know. And if Dusty knew...then he would come for him.

-Pack your bags, honey," he told Ash as he kissed her on the neck. We're leaving for four days. Just you, me... and nature.

Ash smiled. He loved it when Viktor took the initiative. He loved his way of improvising, his wild energy, that way of devouring life -and his body- without asking for permission.

He asked nothing. He suspected nothing.
They arrived before noon at Granite Falls. The air was pure, almost unreal. The forest seemed stopped in time. They stayed in an old lodge run by Meredith, an old woman, lonely, kind. She seemed to live among medicinal herbs, silent cats and buried memories.

Meredith offered them a hot dinner and told them where they could camp if they wanted something more... intimate.

-We'll see you in the evening," she said with an enigmatic smile.

Ash and Viktor wandered off into the trees, and the tension between them became unbearable. As soon as they found a clearing, he gently pushed her against a log and they were untied.

Between leaves, moss and panting, they made love as if the world wasn't enough. So devoted, so connected... that the sun went down and came up again without them noticing.

Dinner remained cold. The bodies, burning.

Ash decided to shower in the cabin while Viktor watched her disappear into the steam.

Then, Meredith appeared. This time without a smile. She was holding her cell phone in her hand, her face white, rigid. She looked at Viktor, then at the screen. Then at him. Once. Twice. Three.

-Are you...? -he whispered first. Then he shouted, "IT'S YOU!

Viktor stood up suddenly, dissimulating.

-What are you talking about?

But it was too late. Meredith turned the cell phone over and there it was.

The picture.
Two men in handcuffs.
The headline: "Dangerous killers escape from prison. Viktor Petrov and Dustin Travis wanted for robbery with violence and murder."

The blood froze in his veins.

-You have to understand, I... -he tried to say something, but Meredith was already shouting.

The sound was high-pitched. Desperate. And dangerous.

Viktor looked at the picnic knife. The one they had used to cut meat. He closed his eyes for a second. And decided.

One move.

Silence.

The scream went out like a candle in the wind.

The body fell, and the river swallowed Meredith as if she had never existed.

Viktor returned to the cabin. Ash was wrapped in a towel, wet, relaxed, smiling.

-Where's Meredith? -he asked.

-She went to get firewood," he answered without blinking, and kissed her with a fierce hunger.

And that same night, Viktor made love to her again as if there were no tomorrow.

Because perhaps, for him, there was none....

One afternoon, amidst laughter, coffee and complicit glances, Ash sighed.

-Sometimes I envy what you have with Knox... it's weird, because commitment scares me, but... I long for a man's body in my bed.
Amina smiled, with that mischievous gleam she was already familiar with.
-Then I think you should meet someone.
-Who?
-Viktor.

She saw him arrive at the bar that night. Tall, elegant, with that gait of a man who has lived too long. Viktor's gray eyes seemed to read more than he said. His voice, husky, full of accent, made her shiver from the first word.

The glasses were falling. Laughter turned into charged silences. A hand on the knee. A confession in her ear.
And without even thinking... they were in the back bathroom of the bar. The coldness of the ceramic contrasted with the warmth of their bodies. It was fast, wild, as if the desire had been contained for centuries.

When they left, he kissed her on the cheek discreetly.
-See you soon, devushka," he whispered, and left like a graceful ghost.
Ash was still smiling as he turned to leave the bar. But then... he met the icy eyes of Dawn Travis.

-I saw you.
-¿Y? -Ash replied, defensively.
-Be careful of Viktor," she snapped, dry as a gunshot. He's dangerous. He's not who you think.

Ash frowned, sensing the venom in her words.
-What do you care who I sleep with? It's none of your business.

Dawn sat up, and that's when Ash noticed it: the obvious curve in her abdomen.

-Are you pregnant?

On the way home, confused and still with the taste of Viktor on her lips, Ash called out to him.

-You know Dawn Travis, don't you?
-Yes.
-She says you're dangerous. That you hurt her...
There was a tense silence on the other end of the line.

-Dusty and I were best friends," Viktor said at last. Until his wife... tried to sleep with me.
Ash's eyes widened.
-Really?
-I turned her down. I thought it was disgusting. She made up a story, said he'd forced himself on her. Dusty believed her... and we haven't spoken to each other since.
-She's pregnant," Ash whispered, more to himself than to him.

In the neighborhood, everyone knows Ash Harjo as “the girl with the purple hair”-a vibrant, sassy, hard-to-ignore young woman. After failing to get into college because of poor grades, she decides to follow her wildest instinct: to become a freelance novelist, writing from deep in the woods... and out of her chaotic mind.

Ash doesn't believe in monogamy or boundaries. She enjoys sex without guilt, doesn't fully understand social norms, and often confuses desire with connection. What calms her: fishing, hunting bugs, and studying the hidden power of plants. So she moves to Glimmerbrook Forest, never imagining that there she'll find more than inspiration... she'll find dangerously fascinating neighbors.

🌿 Travis Family - The False Peace Underground

Dusty and Dawn Travis look like a catalog couple: they love gardening, bake homemade bread, and greet everyone with a smile that borders on the unsettling. They settled in Glimmerbrook looking for peace and quiet, but the rumors are impossible to ignore...

They say they fled town after being suspected in multiple unsolved murders. They say that every flowering flowerbed could hide a macabre secret. And no one dares to check it out, because while Dawn looks like a domestic angel, just watching her handle the pruning shears is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

The Travises grow flowers...and corpses.

🥃 Viktor Petrov - Former traitor partner

Viktor Petrov doesn't need to smile to intimidate. A former Russian mobster, he left behind a criminal record as long as his list of enemies. He took refuge in the woods to escape the law, but he brings with him his own storm.

Dusty's former partner, their relationship broke down when Viktor crossed an impossible line: he tried to seduce Dawn. Since then, the Travises have silently hated him, and Viktor... enjoys provoking them.

He has money, connections and zero scruples. He lives alone, armed to the teeth, and when Ash arrives in the woods, he may see in her a dangerous new game. Or a twisted muse.

🔥 Benali Family - Amina's Awakening

Amina and Knox Benali are a reflection of what many call “modern love,” though their story wasn't always that way. She, raised under the strict religious rules of her native country, lived repressing desires she barely dared to acknowledge.

He, a free soul and environmentalist, helped her escape that oppression. They married and moved to the forest to start anew. But the forest not only liberates... it also transforms.

Little by little, Amina immerses herself in a world of sensuality, desire and freedom she never imagined. And perhaps that freedom will lead her to explore beyond her marriage...

Because once passion awakens, it is impossible to put it to sleep again.

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CHAPTER 01 

The air was thick and humid in Glimmerbrook, with that scent between wet earth and wildflowers that you can only breathe in forests far from the world. Ash Harjo hadn't even been settled in her cabin for an hour when she heard the first knocks on the door.

-Welcome to the forest! -Dawn Travis said with a smile so forced it looked more like a threat than a friendly gesture.
Beside her, Dusty crossed his arms, eyes sharp, tense...uncomfortable.
-We hope you'll get used to the rhythm of the camp," he said without emotion.

Behind them, Amina and Knox Benali radiated an entirely different energy. Knox didn't disguise how he looked at Ash: direct, mischievous, with a twinkle in his eye. Amina, with her hijab perfectly in place, smiled coyly at him...though something about that smile made her shiver.

As the Travises argued quietly-Ash noticed Dawn gritting her teeth and Dusty gesticulating furiously-Knox approached as if the scene didn't exist.

-"How about you stop by the house tonight? It would be great to get to know you better...you and me. Well, us.
Ash, true to his instincts, winked.
-I'll be there at seven.

The clock read 19:03 when Ash climbed the steps to the Benali porch. She was about to knock on the door, but something stopped her.

Moaning

Very soft at first, but unmistakable. She thought about leaving, giving the young couple space...until she saw the glass frame next to the door.

Knox was half-naked, lying on the couch, and Amina-with hijab still on, the most provocative contrast Ash could imagine-was on top of him. But the most disconcerting thing was what came next: they both looked at her.
And they smiled.

It was a silent invitation, charged with fire. Ash felt a mix of surprise, excitement and a hint of adrenaline. Was this happening?

Knox stood up, opened the door with complete naturalness.
-After years of repression, I want Amina to explore sex in all its forms," he said, stroking his wife's arm.
Amina did not look away.
I'd like you to be a part of that, Ash...

And that was enough.

Ash entered like someone crossing the threshold of a new world. There were no judgments, no rules, no masks. Just desire, connection... and the beginning of a story that would definitely not be normal.

That night, the forest witnessed more than pleasure.
It witnessed an awakening.

(Special thanks to @BlinxDaSupaVillain and @Tripsa for letting me use their sims for my stories )

I'm tired of staying in filthy hostels... Why don't we go to the beautiful houses you sell, honey,” complains Cassandra.

We have to be cautious and discreet.... I'm risking my job... besides.... the important thing is that you are here with me... I've been thinking about you all week, come with me baby....- says the real estate agent.

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Salma masturbates without noticing the watchful eye of the ranger.

EY STOP!!! THAT'S INAPPROPRIATE-she yells at him.

Salma turns around and far from feeling ashamed, she gets even more excited. She approaches the uniformed man and kneels down in front of him... and without a word, she pulls his cock out of his pants.
The man is nervous but Salma notices in his eyes that he doesn't want to stop... so she proceeds to put his cock in her mouth.

Stop, little slut, or I'm going to cum,” he says as he climbs on top of her and thrusts his cock into her pussy.

They both moan, and Salma closes her eyes thinking about Victor.

The ranger changes position and throws her to the floor and Salma feels the guy's cock at the entrance of her ass...

This is going to hurt- Salma thinks as the asshole fucks her asshole.
As expected, as the ranger shoves his cock into Salma's tight asshole it doesn't take long for him to cum.

COME BACK WHEN YOU WANT TO WHORE,” he says, wiping his cum on Salma's ass.

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Hey hey you.... weirdo!!! Come here....- says Leo inviting her in.
Tina opens the door and enters the room where Leo is.

Why are you spying on me? why are you touching yourself while spying on me? what do you want from me? says Leo while Tina is shy.
Now you're shy,” he says as he pulls down his pants and takes out his cock and masturbates next to her.
Give me a handjob, weird girl,” he says.

Tina starts to jerk him off in an awkward way...
I bet you're really horny,” says Leo as he sticks his fingers in her pussy.
You're so horny, little slut,” moans Leo.

Let's see if your mouth is better than your hands... suck my dick bitch- Leo puts his cock in Tina's mouth praying that the braces won't destroy his dick.
Tina puts it all in her mouth and Leo is very excited...

Tina gives him a perfect blowjob... too bad Leo is an impatient little boy and grabs his head hard and after several thrusts he ends up cumming in Tina's throat....

Tina almost chokes and runs out of that house with a face full of cum.

I remember when his gaze used to ignite me, when he made me feel wanted. Now his touch is cold, distant… almost nonexistent. And I… I am a woman of flesh and blood, with fire in my veins. I need more. I deserve more.

Sometimes, I slip out alone at night, losing myself in bars where no one knows who I am. I draw closer to men who look at me the way Mortimer no longer does. Is it wrong to want to feel alive? To want more than this lifeless marriage gives me? Sometimes I dream about them... all of them. Different faces, different hands, different desires. I imagine myself consumed by passion, whispered words in my ear, touches that make me forget who I am, what I’m supposed to be.

I want to experience everything. I want to feel desired by more than one man, even all at once. I want to be the woman the world doesn’t expect me to be. A woman who takes what she wants without guilt, without regret.

Maybe it’s wrong. Maybe the problem is me. But every day I spend in this mansion, playing the role of "Mrs. Goth," I feel like I’m losing pieces of myself. And I’m tired of pretending, tired of smiling to keep up appearances.

I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. But one thing I do know for certain: Bella Goth was not born for monotony. I was born to be desired, to be worshipped… to make men, many men, lose themselves in me. Because I deserve so much more than what I have now. And this time, I won’t ask for permission to take it.....

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Leonardo introduces himself charming and proposes her a very informal photo session....
Selene agrees and Leonardo tells her that it's done in her underwear.

Selene agrees
Do you think I have a chance? says Selene while she turns around showing him her ass.
Leonardo huffs and adjusts his erect cock in his tight pants.
You listen to me in everything I tell you and you will succeed.

Selene is a young girl but she's not dumb.... She knows Leonardo wants to fuck... so she takes the initiative by approaching him and stroking his dick....
What do you want? she asks flirtatiously.
Your pussy,” he says sharply, as he takes her to the couch and spreads her legs.
Leonardo takes out his hard cock and puts it in Selene's already wet pussy.
No kisses, no caresses... without talking they know what the deal is.
He pushes his cock into Selene's warm pussy and they both let out a moan.
No need to pretend... I just want to fuck you,” he says.
Selene is relieved that she doesn't have to pretend and just waits for the time to pass.

After several thrusts, Leonardo drags her to the couch and puts his cock in her mouth and inserts his fingers in her huge pussy because of how big his cock has made it.
He fills Selene's face with cum.
You are more and more sluts, I'll call you soon, I think there are several ads where you would fit- says Leonardo.

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