I hid in Chance's bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest as I listened to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. The house was filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation as everyone prepared for Thanksgiving dinner, but all I could think about was the woman I had followed here.
Rebeca.
Chance's sister was nothing like me. She was confident, outgoing, and unafraid to speak her mind. I had been drawn to her from the moment I met her, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she felt the same way.
The door creaked open, and I held my breath as Rebeca entered the room. She noticed me immediately, her eyes narrowing as she took in my intense gaze.
"Well, well, well," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "If it isn't the pervy creep, hiding in my brother's bedroom. What are you doing here, anyway?"
I grinned, advancing on her before she had a chance to react. I pinned her against the wall, my grip too strong for her to escape.
"I'm about to stuff you like a turkey," I whispered in her ear, my breath hot against her skin.
Rebeca's eyes widened, but she couldn't hide the thrill that ran through her at the prospect. She struggled against me, but it was futile. I held her in place, my grip tightening as I leaned in closer.
"Take off your clothes," I commanded, my voice low and commanding.
Rebeca raised an eyebrow, but she complied, slowly removing her clothes until she was standing in front of me in nothing but her bra and panties. I tied her hands together, gagging her with an apple that I had grabbed from the kitchen.
Rebeca's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and excitement as I began to undress. I took my time, savoring the moment as I revealed my body to her.
"You're mine," I whispered in her ear, my hands roaming over her body.
Rebeca's breath hitched as I began to touch her, my hands exploring every inch of her skin. I took my time, savoring the moment as I brought her to the brink of pleasure.
When I finally entered her, Rebeca's back arched, her body trembling with desire. I moved inside her, my thrusts becoming more and more forceful as I brought us both to the brink of ecstasy.
As I reached my climax, I growled in her ear, my grip tightening as I claimed her as my own.
"You're mine," I repeated, my voice hoarse with desire.
And in that moment, I knew that Rebeca was mine. Forever.
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