?Chapter 332:


    There was no gentleness in the way his tongue invaded my mouth, iming it with ruthless precision. It tangled with mine relentlessly, leaving no space to think, only to feel. But he wasn’t content with just that. His hands grew bolder, roaming lower, his towering frame pressing me into the mattress until the thin fabric of my pajamas might as well have not existed.


    His fingers trailed downward with deliberate skill, teasing the most sensitive part of me as if he knew exactly how to y my body.


    “Oh… Ah…” My mind fogged, thoughts scattering as soft moans slipped free. I wanted to resist, but every touch sent shivers through me, my body betraying my will.


    Who was he? One of the princes? The room was too dark to see, yet his touch felt familiar—too practiced, too knowing. As if he had memorized every curve, every spot that would unravel me.


    Then his palm cupped my breast, his fingers teasing the peak with deliberate, sinful strokes. There was nothing innocent in the way he touched me, and the thick, hardened length pressing against my thigh only amplified the ache. He rocked against me slowly, tauntingly, stopping just short of giving me what I craved.


    “Oh… it’s too much…” My whisper came out in a breathless plea. The alcohol in my veins sharpened every sensation, every pulse of need. I was losing myself in it—drowning. And despite the voice in my head screaming to pull away, my hands clung to him instead, silently begging for more.


    The man above me chuckled darkly before surging forward in one swift, searing motion. My world dissolved into sensation as he lifted my legs, cradling them against his chest, and began pounding into me with relentless force. The sharp p of skin against skin echoed through the room with each thrust.


    “Ah… it’s so good…” My breaths came in ragged gasps as pleasure overwhelmed me. My body moved instinctively against his, matching his rhythm. His cock burned inside me like molten iron, blurring my thoughts until I could barely keep my eyes open.


    Just as I began losing myself to the haze, the creak of an opening door shattered the moment. The man inside me stilled abruptly.


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    “Well, well… my dear big brother, skipping sleep to enjoy yourself here?” A mocking voice drifted from the shadows.


    “You sound like you want a turn now that you’re here,” the man above me replied smugly.


    Another voice murmured in the darkness, but my alcohol-fogged mind couldn’t decipher the words. Then the bed dipped sharply as a second body joined us. Cool fingers encircled my breasts, kneading with deliberate anticipation. All the while, the first man continued thrusting, his relentless pace preventing any protest.


    “Ah… slow down… too fast…” My weakint dissolved into a groan as I stopped resisting.


    Before I could recover, new lips crushed against mine in a suffocating kiss. A demanding tongue invaded my mouth, leaving no room for breath or protest. When that wasn’t enough, he guided my hand to the hard, throbbing length between his legs, forcing me to stroke him. His mouth descended to my breast, sucking harshly at the peaked nipple just as the man fucking me attended to the other.


    Pleasure crashed through me in overwhelming waves, scattering my thoughtspletely.


    “That’s enough. My turn now,” a sharp voice cut through the haze, thick with impatience.


    The man inside me paused before withdrawing, his cock slipping out slick and glistening, leaving trails of his release dripping down my thighs. The warmth seeped into the sheets beneath me, sticky and intimate. Before I could process the sudden emptiness, strong hands flipped me onto my knees, gripping my waist as he thrust back into me from behind, filling mepletely.


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