NOVPUBColleen couldn't believe her ears. The words echoed like a siren in her mind, impossible and unreal.
Her legs trembled, yet they moved—not because she willed them to, but because something else guided her. She didn't want to go forward, didn't want to see more, but her body betrayed her.
Every step felt distant, dreamlike, as if she were watching herself from somewhere outside her own skin.
Terror clawed at her chest. She turned to Thomas, the one person she thought could anchor her. But he was frozen—completely still.
His eyes were wide with helpless fury, his jaw clenched tight, but no sound came from his mouth. He couldn't even lift a finger. It was as if invisible chains wrapped around his limbs, paralyzing him.
"Help me, Thomas…" Her voice came out as a shaky whisper. It cracked at the end, desperate and scared. But there was no answer, no movement.
Her boyfriend stood like a statue, impotent in every way.
And then, before she could comprehend what was happening, she was there—at the bed. At Ross's side.
She stood just inches from him. Her breath hitched as she took in the sight.
Up close, the size of his cock was staggering—fifteen thick inches, proud and obscene, pulsing with a heat she could feel even without touching.
Her eyes drifted upward to Brenda, who hovered above him, her soft, pink folds just brushing the tip of his erection.
The two were locked in a sensual pause, their sexes barely kissing, the tension between them thick enough to choke on.
Colleen's heart pounded. She should've looked away. She wanted to. But something deeper, darker, kept her rooted. She had never seen anything so vulgar… and yet so mesmerizing.
Her cheeks burned with shame, but her gaze stayed fixed.
"Beautiful," Ross said, voice low and reverent—not even looking at her, but at Brenda. Or perhaps at the moment itself.
It wasn't until then that Colleen realized she didn't even know his name. Ross. That was the first time she'd heard it, spoken aloud like a brand she would never forget. But names didn't matter now.
Logic didn't matter. She didn't move—she didn't want to move—but her body leaned in, and her lips pressed against his.
The moment they touched, the world vanished.
"Mmm…"
It was unlike any kiss she'd ever had. Intoxicating. Devouring. Her knees nearly buckled from the sheer force of it. Every nerve in her body lit up with a wildfire of sensation.
Her heart raced, but her mind melted. Her thoughts dissolved into white heat and breathless hunger. The world fell away, and there was nothing but Ross's mouth and the inferno he sparked inside her.
She moaned into the kiss, humiliated by how easily her body responded. But the arousal was undeniable—liquid and instant, pooling between her thighs.
Shame tried to scream in her head, but it was drowned out by waves of helpless pleasure that curled around her like silk.
Her hands trembled. Her lips parted further. And somewhere in the back of her mind, a tiny voice pleaded for it to stop—but it was already far too late.
"Absolutely beautiful," Ross murmured again once the kiss ended, his voice a velvet purr soaked in desire and dominance.
Colleen stood before him, chest heaving, trying to recover from the kiss that had stolen every coherent thought from her mind.
Her lips were parted, her face flushed, her body trembling under the weight of emotions she couldn't begin to process.
She wanted to resist—wanted to scream at herself to run—but her limbs refused to listen. They weren't hers anymore. Ross had taken control, and she was a marionette bound to his will.
Then his voice came again, deeper this time. Commanding.
"It's such a shame to cover a body like yours, Colleen," he said, his gaze raking over her curves with slow, deliberate hunger. "Why don't you take your clothes off for me?"
Her heart dropped into her stomach. No. No, she couldn't. She wouldn't. But her hands were already moving.
She fought it—clenched her jaw, tried to resist—but her fingers betrayed her. They reached for the hem of her shirt and began to lift. One button came undone. Then another.
She wanted to cry, scream, anything—but instead, she stood quietly, helplessly, stripping piece by piece.
Her shirt fell to the floor.
Then her shorts.
Her bra came next, exposing her bare breasts to the cold air and the greedy eyes in the room.
Her panties slid down her legs last, until she stood completely naked, skin glowing with embarrassment, shame, and something she dared not name.
The silence in the room was deafening.
Even Ross paused, letting the moment breathe. Letting the reality of her nakedness settle into the air like perfume.
Her nipples stiffened, whether from the chill or from the unbearable attention, she didn't know. She couldn't meet anyone's gaze. She just stood there, trembling in full, unwilling display.
Then she heard it—Thomas's strangled gasp.
She turned slightly, her eyes locking with his. And it shattered her.
Thomas looked like he'd been stabbed through the heart. His eyes were wide with horror, fury, and heartbreak all at once. He had never seen her naked before. Never touched her like this.
And now he was watching, powerless, as another man claimed everything he thought sacred.
And worst of all—he knew she wasn't resisting. That she couldn't.
"No… Colleen…" Thomas whispered hoarsely, barely audible, as if his voice had finally broken through the invisible force. But it was too late.
Ross reached a hand intending to touch Colleen and enjoy her pure body but then...
"Stop this! I'll do it!" Brenda's voice rang out like a shot, trembling but determined.
Everyone turned toward her. Her face was pale, her hands clenched into fists, but her body stood tall. Her eyes flicked to Colleen's trembling form, and her resolve hardened.
"Just… don't touch Colleen," she said again, softer, but no less desperate. Her voice wavered. There were tears in her eyes.
