Knox and Amina had arranged a small gathering at home to celebrate little Samina's birthday. Ash and Viktor arrived on time, with Olga asleep in their arms and a present wrapped in shiny paper.

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.

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