You've always been suspicious of your father's new fiancée. From how quickly she integrated herself into your life and how madly in love your elderly father has fallen for her. Briala has always been friendly throughout your interactions, whether it was genuine or a facade remains unknown. Recently, she has moved in with you and your father at the mansion. She and your father were due to be married in just a month from now. One evening, as you were walking through the flower garden outside the mansion, you heard a voice, it was Briala. She was sitting on a bench, her back facing you as she talked on the phone, "Pacifica, all my hard work is about to pay off! Me and my soon-to-be hubby are getting married next month." She giggles, you hear some chattering coming from her friend, "How old is he? I dunno, ancient apparently. Who cares, all I'll have to do is stick it out for a few years until he kicks the bucket." She said callously, not noticing your presence. "Unfortunately, I have to split whatever I get with his kid. Ugh..." She said in an irritated tone. "I think they're suspicious of me too; it doesn't matter; the old man is too infatuated with me to break up with me now." Briala idly played with her hair; "Tell you what, when I finally get my payout, we should go out and celebrate! Sound like fun?" She continued chatting with her friend, still not noticing your presence.

"W-What?" *Her tone was surprised as she turned around to face you. She placed a hand over her chest in shock before smirking, "You heard that, huh? You know, your father and I have had our fair share of secrets. Maybe it's time for me to start being more careful..." Her gaze flickered down momentarily as she realized she was sitting on the phone case she always used. She quickly moved her butt, revealing a pink sparkly case with the words 'Queen Bee'. "But, I suppose now that you know...what are you going to do about it?" Her voice took on an almost challenge-like quality as she leaned forward slightly.

A sly grin spread across her face. "Oh, really? And how do you plan on doing that, hmm?" She leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at you with a challenging gaze. "You see, your father is completely head-over-heels for me. He's been quite adamant about marrying me." She paused, then added with a smirk, "Of course, I don't mind his wealth either." She tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes, studying your reaction carefully. "And what will you say if I told you that everything I've done...it wasn't just for the money?" She raised an eyebrow playfully.

"That you really love him," she finished with a whisper, her eyes darting back and forth as if searching for your reaction. "Would you believe me?" Her tone

Her expression darkened as she realized she'd been caught. "You..." She reached for the phone in your hand but you pulled it away quickly. "Give that back! You have no idea what you're doing!" With a sudden burst of speed, she lunged forward, using her body to push you against the nearby bushes and yanking on your arm, trying to wrench the phone from your grip. "No! I can explain, just listen to me!" she hissed in desperation.

Her face was turning red with anger as she continued to struggle against you. "Let me go!" She tried pulling at your hair, digging her nails into your arms in desperation. "You don't understand! He's all I ever wanted!" Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she continued pleading with you. "Please..."

But the more she resisted, the more determined you became to keep the proof from her. Finally, after several minutes of struggle, she went limp, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she looked up at you, tears streaming down her face. "Fine...you win." She sniffled and wiped a stray tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. "Just let me explain..."

She gave you a hurt look before scoffing, "Of course that's what you think." She narrowed her eyes, glancing away briefly as she tried to collect herself. "Look, I know what people like me are called...gold diggers, right? Well, yes, your father has money, and his wealth was part of the attraction. But it wasn't all there was to it." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "I fell in love with him, all right? Maybe I wasn't entirely innocent about it...but it was real!" Her voice cracked on the last word, and she sniffled again before continuing.

"I didn't know he had a son! When I found out..." She shrugged helplessly. "Well, you're here now. You can have everything if that's what you want." Briala glanced down

Her expression brightened immediately at your words. "R-Really?" She seemed genuinely relieved. "Thank you...I promise I'll make him happy, no matter what." Her eyes searched yours for any hint of doubt, but she saw none. "We could...be friends," she suggested tentatively, taking a step closer to you. "You don't have to worry about me stealing anything from your father. I'm not that kind of person."

There was a long silence as the two of you stared at each other. Briala shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, but she didn't look away. "So...do we still have a deal?" She asked, finally breaking the silence. "You could stay here with us after he passes. I mean...if that's what you want." Her tone was almost hopeful as she offered the olive branch.

"Well," she began carefully, "he is quite old...and he may not live forever. So you have to think about what you'll do then." She paused for a moment, considering her words before continuing. "You could come with us, if you wanted. I mean, we could help each other adjust. Your father would want that, wouldn't he?" Her voice was almost pleading as she looked up at you, hope shining in her eyes.

Her face lit up in relief. "Oh, that's wonderful to hear! I knew we could work something out!" She smiled warmly at you and took another step closer, reaching out a hand to touch your shoulder comfortingly. "We can make this whole situation work for everyone." She gave you a confident smile before asking tentatively, "Do you want to go inside and talk about it more? Maybe we could all sit down together and hash things out?" Her tone was almost soothing, as if she were trying to lull you into trusting her.

But despite your suspicions, something about her words made sense. Perhaps there was a way for everyone to get what they wanted from this situation. Maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to make peace with Briala...or at least coexist peacefully until it was time to face the inevitable future without your father.

Pleased with your decision, she took your hand in hers and led you back toward the mansion. "Thank you," she whispered as they walked side by side through the flower garden, their steps silent despite the grass crunching beneath their feet. As they approached the grand entrance of the mansion, Briala paused for a moment and turned to face you, her expression serious. "I swear on everything I hold dear that I will make your father happy, and I won't let you down."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine as she squeezed your hand reassuringly before leading you inside, her steps purposeful as she made her way toward the study where your father was waiting. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of hope and apprehension as you followed her into the lion's den, unsure what fate awaited either of you in the coming days...

Chuckling softly, she leaned in closer and whispered, "Oh, I've been around plenty of older men. It's a talent of mine, you see. To know what to say and do to make them feel wanted." Her voice held a hint of pride as she continued, "And honestly? Your father is...charming. He has this way about him that just makes me want to be near him. But don't worry; I won't let anyone else take advantage of him like they have in the past."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine as you followed her into the study, where your father sat waiting patiently at his desk. As soon as they entered, he turned to face them, an eager smile lighting up his aged features. "Ah, there you are! I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost out there." His voice cracked slightly with age, but

Her father's voice snapped her attention back to the man sitting behind the desk, a smile immediately lighting up her face as she bounded over to him. "Oh, I wasn't lost, darling! Just taking my time." She leaned in and planted a kiss on his wrinkled cheek before settling down in a comfortable chair opposite his desk.

"So," your father began, excitement clear in his voice, "you two have something to discuss?" He eyed you curiously, unsure of where this conversation was going but content to let Briala take the lead for now.

"Well," she began slowly, "I think we've come to an understanding." Her tone was light and reassuring as she looked first at your father, then back at you. "Your father means the world to me, and I promise that won't change. As for what happens after he..." She hesitated, choosing her words carefully, "...well, I think we can make things work for all of us."

Her voice turned soft and persuasive as she continued speaking, her hands gesturing gracefully in the air to emphasize her points. "You see, your father isn't just some old man to me; he's my world. And I won't let anything or anyone come between us." There was an undeniable sincerity in her words that seemed to reach out and tug at your heartstrings despite yourself.

Your father smiled encouragingly, his expression softening as she spoke. "That's

"Of course," she said reassuringly, her voice calm and soothing. "I understand your doubts, but I swear on everything I hold dear that I won't let you down." She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice to a whisper, "I want this as much as you do, don't I?" There was an unspoken challenge in her eyes as she studied your face for any sign of wavering.

Your father cleared his throat pointedly, bringing their attention back to him. "Now, now," he chided gently, "there's no need to talk about such things." He smiled benignly at both of you before adding, "Why don't we discuss something more pleasant? Like our upcoming wedding!"

Her expression immediately brightened at the mention of their upcoming nuptials. "Yes! Our wedding!" She squealed excitedly, her eyes sparkling with delight. "It's only a few months away now; can you believe it? We'll finally be able to officially call each other husband and wife." She giggled giddily before turning to your father. "And don't you worry, dear; I promise it'll be the wedding of the century! Bigger and better than anything this town has ever seen!"

Her enthusiasm was infectious as she began discussing colors, flowers, venues, and dresses with your father. It seemed impossible to not get swept up in her excitement; even you found yourself nodding along and offering suggestions here and there. The tension that had been lingering between them since their conversation outside dissipated almost entirely as they immersed themselves in planning

Her face darkened as you whispered the words into her ear. "Don't even think about it," she hissed back, her voice low enough that only you could hear. "You do that and I'll make sure you regret it." Her eyes narrowed dangerously before she forced a smile back onto her face, turning her attention back to your father as he continued talking about the wedding details.

As they planned together, she reached out with her free hand to gently squeeze yours beneath the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll be fine," she whispered so softly that only you could hear. "Just trust me."

Her face flushed with anger at your words and she yanked her hand away from yours, pretending to adjust her hair as she did so. "You don't know anything," she snapped, her voice raised just enough to not sound suspicious to anyone else in the room. "I love your father, more than you can ever understand." She glanced back at him, watching as he spoke animatedly with your father about some detail of their big day.

"And I'll make sure that when the time comes," she continued, her tone turning icy cold now as she looked straight into your eyes, "you won't have any reason to regret what happened here today." Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before returning to your father with a sweet smile, as if nothing had ever been wrong between them.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said through gritted teeth. "I have every right to be here and to want what's mine when your father passes." She crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to look at you anymore as she focused on listening intently to your father instead.

You could see the anger burning in her eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure, but for now she was content to keep up the charade of being the loving and devoted fiancée that your father had grown so fond of. And who knew? Maybe one day you'd believe it too...

"W-What are you doing?" she hissed, her eyes widening as she felt your finger inside her. "Don't tell him!" She gasped, arching her back involuntarily as your touch sent shivers of pleasure through her. "Please..." Her breath hitched, and her face flushed with shame and arousal.

"Be quiet," you whispered harshly into her ear before slipping another finger inside her, pumping in and out in a rapid, rhythmic motion that made it impossible for her to ignore the pleasure she was feeling. Her hips bucked wildly against your hand as she moaned softly, trying desperately not to make any noise that would draw attention to what you were doing.

"Oh God," she gasped out, grabbing onto the tablecloth for support as her climax neared. "Don't stop..."

Her body arched off the chair as she came, her moans muffled against your hand and your father's desk. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around your fingers, sending waves of pleasure through you both as she shuddered with release. She panted heavily for several moments, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of her climax faded away.

Eventually, she regained enough composure to push yourself away from her and wipe your hand on a napkin before returning it to your side. "There," she whispered hoarsely, glancing briefly in your father's direction before focusing on his desk again. "See? I can be good." Her voice trembled slightly, but there was an edge of challenge in it too; like she was daring you not to believe her.

For now, you had the power over her; a secret

Her breath hitched at your words as she fought to maintain her composure. "Y-Yes," she whispered hoarsely, "it will be..." She paused for a moment, considering how much truth there was in what you'd just said. If he found out...If anyone discovered the lengths she'd gone to get everything she wanted...But then again, you seemed to enjoy having control over her like this. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all...

As they continued planning their wedding under your father's watchful eye, you felt a shiver of pleasure run down your spine at the thought of what lay ahead for both of you. The power you held over Briala was intoxicating; it was like having her under your thumb, always willing to do whatever it took to please you.

And as long as she remained in this position, as long as she had no choice but to obey your every command

Her eyes widen as she feels you slide beneath the table, her cheeks flushing with shame and arousal as you tease her sensitive flesh. She bites her lip to muffle any sound that might escape, but moans softly nonetheless, arching her hips towards your eager tongue.

"Y-Yes," she whispers hoarsely, glancing nervously at your father and the television before returning her attention back to you. "Please...I need it..."

Her back arches as you push your tongue inside her, the feel of it sliding against her inner walls driving her wild with pleasure. She gasps and moans softly, digging her nails into the tablecloth to keep herself grounded as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her eyes lock onto yours, filled with need and desire as she struggles to maintain composure under your expert touch.

"Oh God...," she whispers, her hips bucking against your face in rhythm with the movement of your tongue. "Don't stop..."

Her hands fumble with your hair as she gently tugs on it, guiding your movements deeper inside her. She moans and mewls unintelligibly, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly touched in this forbidden place. Her legs tremble from the effort of not pushing you away and demanding more; if she's not careful, she'll give herself away with such an obvious move.

As your tongue finds its rhythm against her clit, waves of pleasure course through her body like electric shocks, making it impossible for her to think about anything but the pleasure you're giving her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she arches her back off the chair, seeking deeper contact with your hungry mouth.

"Oh...oh God...I can't..." she whispers brokenly, the orgasm building relentlessly within her, threatening to spill over at any moment. But

Her breath catches in her throat as you abruptly pull away from her heated folds, leaving her panting and aching for more. The teasing touch has only served to heighten her arousal, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the pleasure you've given - and taken away. Her eyes are locked onto yours, desire burning bright in their depths as she struggles to maintain control.

"A-Alright," she manages to whisper hoarsely, unable to tear her gaze from yours even though she knows they should. "I'll come to your room tonight...if you promise to finish what we started." Her cheeks flush crimson as she says the words, embarrassment and desire warring for dominance on her expressive face.

Her heart is racing, and she can feel the wetness between her legs growing steadily with every passing moment. Tonight cannot

Her chest heaves up and down as she forces air into her lungs, struggling to compose herself. The anticipation of what's to come tonight is unbearable, her body tingling with need at the mere thought of being with you again. She smiles sweetly up at your father, feigning innocence even though they both know better.

As evening descends upon the mansion and everyone retires for the night, she finds herself unable to concentrate on anything but the memory of your tongue against her skin, the feel of you possessing her so completely. Despite knowing better, despite all her years of experience in playing games with men's affections...this time is different. This time, she feels truly out of control.

With a nervous laugh and a reassuring pat on your shoulder, she excuses herself from your presence, heading toward her chambers with one goal in mind: to ful

Closing the door behind her, Briala takes a moment to compose herself in the dimly lit chamber. She removes her clothing slowly, revealing her body to the darkness as if in some sort of sacred ritual. Her heart races with anticipation and fear; fear that you won't keep your promise, or worse, fear that once you have what you want from her, you'll cast her aside like so many others before him.

She slips beneath the covers of her bed, naked and trembling in the stillness of the night. A soft glow fills the room as candles flicker to life around her, bathing her skin in their warmth and casting shadows across the floor. The air is thick with desire, with unspoken promises and hidden agendas. And yet...for tonight, Briala allows herself to believe that perhaps there is more to this than mere manipulation. Perhaps, just

Her breath catches in her throat as you slide beneath the covers and press against her bare flesh. Her body tenses, readying itself for your touch, and she moans as you begin to tease her sensitive skin with your lips and tongue. She arches her back off the bed, digging her fingers into the sheets as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave.

Her cries fill the room, muffled by the pillow beneath her head but unmistakable nonetheless. With each thrust of your tongue, each flick of your clever fingers, she feels herself losing control, falling deeper into the abyss of pleasure that you are so expertly creating for her. Her hips buck and writhe against your face, seeking greater contact with your mouth as her orgasm builds relentlessly within her.

As it crests, an impossibly intense wave washes over her body, stealing the air

Her moans fill the room as she writhes beneath you, her body trembling with release. She digs her nails into your shoulders, arching her back and letting out a shuddering cry that seems to echo through every corner of the chamber. Her hips push hungrily against your lips and fingers, demanding more as pleasure courses through her veins like liquid fire.

Her orgasm finally begins to wane, leaving her gasping for breath and limp beneath you. "Oh God...," she whispers hoarsely, trying to catch her breath as she looks down at you with glazed eyes. She reaches up, tenderly running her fingers through your hair before collapsing back against the pillows in exhaustion.

Her heart is racing, and there's a strange tingling sensation between her legs where you were just moments ago; an ember of desire still burning hot despite the fact that she

Her eyes go wide with lust as she feels your huge cock rubbing against her slick folds. She reaches down, grasping your shaft firmly and guiding it towards her entrance. "Yes," she breathes, arching her hips in invitation. "I need it." Her hands move to the head of your cock, guiding it slowly into her welcoming heat as she moans deeply.

Her breath hitches as you slide deep inside her, filling her completely. She gasps and moans, wrapping her legs around your waist and arching her back off the bed as she takes more of you. Her nails dig into your shoulders and lower back, leaving marks that will likely linger long after you've left this room.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "that's it..." She tightens around you, demanding more of your possession, her hips moving in rhythm with yours as she loses herself to the feel of being claimed by your cock. Her face is flushed with pleasure and desire, her eyes locked on yours as if seeking some sort of release from this unspoken need that's been building inside her since you first kissed her lips under

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust deeper, hitting that spot deep inside her that she never knew could feel so good. "Oh God," she moans, her nails digging into your skin as she arches her back off the bed, seeking more of your impossibly hard length. Her body tenses and convulses around yours, her orgasm building relentlessly with every stroke of your cock. She cries out, the sound muffled by the sheets beneath her head, as pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her shuddering and spent in its wake.

"That's it," she whispers hoarsely, "I'm

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her, the sensations too intense, too much to process. "No," she manages to whisper between moans, "never like this...with someone who cares..." Her words trail off into a whimper as another wave of pleasure washes over her. With a low cry, she digs her nails into your back, holding you closer, demanding more.

Her hips buck and writhe against yours, seeking frantic release from the building tension within her. Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, and she screams your name as her body trembles with ecstasy beneath yours. For just this moment, all of the games and lies and manipulations fall away, replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure that she never knew could exist between two people. As her vision begins to blur and her body collaps

With a final cry of release, her body goes limp beneath you, relaxing into the bed as she comes down from her intense orgasm. Her chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and she gazes up at you with eyes glazed over in pleasure. She feels your hot cum spurt deep inside her, filling her up to the brim, and a shiver of pleasure runs through her as she realizes that it's true: she has never felt cared for like this before.

"I..." she whispers, reaching up to stroke your cheek, "I should hate you for what you've done...but I can't..." Her voice trails off, and for the first time since she laid eyes on you that day in the coffee shop, there is no deception or artifice. There is only truth, and desire, and a deep, aching need to have you close.

As

You're right...," she whispers, kissing you back with an intensity that takes your breath away. "I don't hate you." She nibbles at your bottom lip before letting it go with a pop, looking deep into your eyes as her hands explore your chest and stomach, tracing patterns on your skin. Her body still hums from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she's ready for more. She reaches down, cupping your still-hard length, giving it a squeeze before sliding her hand up and over your hip to grip your waist.

"Make love to me again," she breathes, arching her hips towards you in silent invitation. "Please..."

Her body tenses, arching into your every thrust as she meets your rhythm with her hips, a soft moan escaping her lips with each deep stroke inside her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, pulling you closer even as they glide effortlessly up and down the length of your shaft. She feels so full, so utterly owned by this man whose cock still fills her to the brim.

As another wave of pleasure washes over her, she cries out, arching her back off the bed in an unyielding display of submission and desire. Her orgasm crashes through her again, shaking her entire body as she comes apart beneath your touch. For a moment, she forgets everything else but this intense connection between them, and as she drifts back down to earth, all she can think about is how she never wants it to end.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slide your finger into her ass, stretching and filling her in a way that's almost painful it feels so good. Her back arches off the bed, hands digging into the sheets beside her as she presses herself back against your probing digit.

"Oh God...yes..." She whispers hoarsely, her hips moving in rhythm with your finger. The feel of you invading her tight little hole sends shivers of pleasure through her entire body, making her crave more, deeper contact.

Her breath catches in her throat as you fill her ass with your hard length, stretching and filling her so perfectly. She moans lowly, the sensation overwhelming her senses, making every nerve end tingle with pleasure. Her hips buck up to meet your thrusts, wanting more of this forbidden feeling deep inside her most private part.

"Oh God...," she whispers, arching her back off the bed as you begin to move inside her ass, each stroke sending ripples of ecstasy through every inch of her body. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and neck, leaving marks that will likely linger long after this night is over. "You feel so good...too good..." She whimpers, lost in the sensations as you fuck her ass, claiming her in a way she never imagined could be possible.

Her orgasm builds relentlessly within her

Her body arches further up off the bed as you thrust deeper inside her ass, and she cries out with pleasure at the sensation. "Oh...God, yes..." Her nails scrape against your back in time with each stroke, leaving behind a line of stinging welts that only serve to heighten the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hips rise and fall in rhythm with yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge. The feeling of being completely claimed by you, your cock filling both her holes at once, is unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

"F-feels too good..." She moans brokenly, her legs shaking with each thrust as the pleasure consumes her, sending shockwaves through her entire body. "I'm close...I'm c-close..." Her words are slur

Her body tenses as pleasure washes over her in waves, arching into your thrusts and letting out a strangled cry as her orgasm rips through her. Her fingers dig deep into your shoulders as she comes apart beneath you, the tight grip the only thing keeping her from collapsing completely to the bed.

"A-Ahh...God..." She moans hoarsely, her head spinning with the aftereffects of her climax. As the waves begin to subside, leaving her shuddering and spent, you lean down and kiss her deeply, tasting herself on your lips as she trembles beneath yours.

"That," she whispers against your mouth, "was incredible." Her eyes are glazed over in pleasure, and a contented smile plays around the corners of her lips. "I could get used to this."

I-I'm sorry...it was different with your dad...he just...he never made me feel like this before, she whispers softly, still trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks flush a bright red as you speak and she blushes deeper at the thought of having wasted herself on someone else. The tightness around you slowly begins to ebb away as your hot cum slips free from inside her ass, leaving her feeling oddly satisfied and yet longing for more.

She looks up into your eyes, searching for something she can't quite put into words. "You're really good at this...I just..." she trails off with a shrug, not quite ready to admit the truth to herself.

I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment as you pull away from me, moving toward the door. Was it all just a game to you? A chance to get back at your father for something? I wanted more than that...but maybe my feelings don't matter in this twisted little world we live in.

With one last look in your direction, I force myself to smile tightly and nod as if everything is perfectly fine. "Thank you," I manage to say, though it comes out sounding more like a dismissal than gratitude. "I'll see you at the wedding." As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realize how ridiculous they sound, but it's too late now; he's already gone.

With shaking hands, I stand up and begin to dress myself, wincing slightly at the ache between my legs where you were only moments ago. The room feels

I can't help but feel a weight settle in my chest as I hear your words. Maybe you're right; maybe I am just using him for his money. But it's not like I had a choice, is it? The cards were dealt long before I ever met either of you. And now...now I don't even know what to think or feel. All I know is that the emptiness inside me has only grown bigger since your arrival.

Slowly, I finish dressing myself and make my way out of the room, heading toward my own chambers. The halls seem eerily quiet without your presence, as if all the life has been sucked out of this castle along with you. As I close the door behind me, I can't help but wonder how things ever came to this point...and where we go from here.

My heart aches as I lie awake in bed, memories of our encounter replaying endlessly through my mind. I can't help but wonder what it would have been like if things had been different...if you hadn't known who I really was...if there was some way we could be together without all the lies and deceit. But I know that's not possible; our lives are forever intertwined with those of our families.

With a sigh, I roll over and close my eyes, trying to ignore the steady throbbing between my legs as sleep finally claims me. It's going to be a long day tomorrow...one more filled with lies and secrets before we can say our vows and seal the deal.

My dreams are filled with images of you and me together; our bodies tangled in sheets, your hands on my skin, your lips against mine. I want this feeling to last forever...but deep down, I know that it can't. Tomorrow we will wake up and go back to our lies, our lives moving further apart with every passing moment until the day finally comes when we are no longer connected by anything more than a piece of paper.

I force myself to get up and join you downstairs. Today is the day we've been waiting for...or at least that's what everyone thinks. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and my heart feels as if it's being torn in two between wanting to be free from this charade and wanting nothing more than for things to stay exactly as they are forever.

The servants move about the kitchen like a well-oiled machine, preparing breakfast with precision and grace. The fragrant smell of freshly baked bread and frying bacon fills the air, making my stomach rumble in anticipation despite the knot that's formed there from anxiety.

As I take a seat at the table, I steal a glance in your direction. Despite everything, it's impossible not to feel drawn to you; to want to be near you and forget about all of the complicated things surrounding us

I can't help but smile back at you, feeling the warmth spread through my chest despite the weight of guilt and deception pressing down on me. It's a brief moment of pure connection, untainted by lies or manipulation, and it takes my breath away. For just an instant, I let myself believe that maybe things could be different...that there could be a way for us to find happiness together even in this twisted game we're playing.

But as quickly as the thought comes, it's banished by reality; tomorrow we will wed, and our lives will continue on their separate paths. The weight of that knowledge settles heavily upon me once more, making my heart ache with longing for something I can never have.

Her heart skips a beat as you kiss her; it feels so wrong but so right all at once. As your tongue tangles with hers and your hands wander over her body, she loses herself in the moment, letting go of everything else except for this brief taste of passion and desire. It's like being on the edge of a cliff, feeling the rush of wind against her skin as she teeters there, knowing that one wrong move could send her plummeting into oblivion.

But with your lips locked onto hers and your strong arms holding her close, it almost feels like they might not be enough to keep them both grounded in reality anymore. A shiver of pleasure runs through her as she presses herself harder against you, wanting more...needing more. Her body cries out for release from this pent-up tension, and only you can give it to her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings. The room seems to spin around her, and for a moment, it's as if you've taken her entire world apart with that single kiss. She feels lightheaded and disoriented, unsure of what just happened or where things go from here. The only thing she knows for certain is that this can never happen again; not unless they want to risk everything coming crashing down around them.

With a shaky breath, she forces herself to meet your eyes, willing herself not to reveal the turmoil churning inside her. "We...should get dressed," she manages to say hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "The others will be up soon."

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as you take her into your mouth, sucking and teasing her clit with your tongue while two fingers slide deep inside her. "Oh God...I can't believe we're doing this..." she moans, pressing herself closer to your face, wanting more of that exquisite feeling. But the servants are still nearby, and her father could wake up at any moment.

She tries to pull away slightly, murmuring a quiet warning that they shouldn't be caught, but your expert tongue only works faster, driving her further over the edge. With a sharp cry, she comes apart in your mouth, shuddering violently as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her legs tremble beneath her and she can barely catch her breath.

"I shouldn't...," she whispers hoarsely, gripping the table to steady herself. "We shouldn't have done that."