Twisted Love | ✓

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He stared into her eyes, captivated by their deep, mysterious depths, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. Her beauty was undeniable, and he felt lucky to have her as his wife.

With a gentle touch, he brushed the hair from her face, savoring the softness of her skin against his fingertips. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, reveling at the moment.

"Now get up, darling. Let us fuck you like a whore."

Iris's eyes widened in shock at his words. They were filthy, dirty, and raw. Yet, even as she heard them, she felt a fire ignite. Her body brimmed with eagerness, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed at the intensity of her desire.

She tried to resist the temptation, but it was too strong. She longed to feel the heat of his touch, the intensity of his passion, and the raw energy that he brought to their encounters.

But what was wrong with her? Why did she feel this way? She tried to push the thoughts aside, but they persisted, lingering in her mind like an unwelcome guest.

You are kinky as fuck, and you just realized it, her mind snarked.

Jasper's eyes darkened when he heard no response. As he moved closer to her, his eyes filled with an unmistakable hunger, she couldn't help but feel her resistance weaken.

"I ask you something," he growled.

Iris gulped, her voice shaking as she replied, "Yes... Daddy." She tried to move, but a sharp hiss escaped her lips as the full extent of her soreness hit her.

Elias looked at her with concern, but there was also a hint of pleasure in his gaze. He seemed almost pleased that she was sore, as though it was a testament to the fact, they could tire her in one round.

"Let me help you," he offered. His voice was low and smooth. Iris nodded, unable to refuse him, even though she knew it would only make her desire for him burn hotter.

With gentle hands, Elias began to massage the tension from her body, coaxing her muscles into relaxation. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, savoring the sensation of his touch on her skin.

Without warning, he reached and grabbed her by the hip, pulling her up against him with a sudden, intense force. She gasped at the suddenness of the movement, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement course through her body.

Elias grabbed her by the jaw, his grip firm and unyielding. He turned her head to face his brother. Iris's eyes widened as she looked at him, her heart racing with anticipation.

She couldn't help but feel shame as she met his gaze, her body consumed by a burning desire that she knew she shouldn't feel. But at the same time, she couldn't resist the temptation of his touch, the raw intensity of their connection, and the pure pleasure of their bodies entwined.

"Go ahead. Ride my brother."

A ripple of shock and disbelief washed over her at his words. Did he want to watch that? Her mind went blank as she tried to process what he was saying.

She gulped, feeling a sudden surge of awkwardness and vulnerability. It was as though Elias was deliberately trying to make her feel uncomfortable, lacing his words with a sense of taboo and illicit pleasure that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Don't make me repeat Iris," he spanked her ass roughly. "Do you want your hands tied up as we use you like our fuck toy? Trust me, there would be no pleasure for you," he grabbed her reddened skin. Iris moaned at the feeling as she shook her head.

With her hand trembling, Iris moved closer to Jasper, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension at the look in his eyes. He watched her with a smirk, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly at his smug, sadistic demeanor.