Chapter 114:She’s your sister

Chapter 114: 114:She’s your sister

Nova laughed softly, her fingers threading through his hair. "I really did alter my body to perfectly match Jennifer’s figure so there wouldn’t be a single flaw," she thought with a sense of quiet amusement, "but I didn’t expect my husband to notice." She chuckled.

"Then do you prefer it bigger or smaller?" she teased, her voice a low murmur.

"I... I’m fine with any size, as long as it’s you," Alan replied, a flush of shyness creeping into his tone. "But you should eat more. You’ve really lost weight," he added gently after a brief pause.

Nova chuckled, the sound rich and warm in the quiet room. "Alright, baby. But first, let’s take care of you."

Alan raised his head to meet her gaze. His face was flushed, his expression a captivating blend of innocence and temptation. "I’m completely at your mercy, Snow," he whispered.

The air between them thickened with undeniable gravity. Nova gently pulled him down onto the bed, straddling him with fluid grace. Her hands worked deftly to strip away his shirt, leaving his chest bare to the cool air, before her fingers trailed lower to unbuckle his belt.

Tossing the heavy leather aside, she held his gaze, her eyes dark and heavy with seductive intent. Leaning in close enough for him to feel her breath against his skin, she whispered, "Why don’t you touch your favorite?"

Alan bit his lower lip, a visible shiver running through him as his hands traced the curve of her back. With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra, letting the fabric fall away. He stared up at her, entirely captivated.

"Snow," he breathed reverently, his hands moving up to cup her breasts, marveling at how perfectly she fit against his palms.

A low chuckle vibrated in Nova’s chest. "You called me, baby" she speak. The magnetism in her voice sent Alan’s heart into a frantic, hammering rhythm.

"I can’t hold back anymore," Alan groaned. In one swift, powerful motion, he flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him. The last of their clothes were discarded in a desperate rush as his lips crashed down on hers, hungry and demanding.

Stripped bare and tangled in the sheets, the heat radiating between them was scorching. Alan pressed his aching length against her slick entrance, teasing them both by holding back the final plunge. The restraint was agonizing.

"Mhm," Nova moaned softly, arching into his touch as his mouth found her breast. The boiling pool of desire within her threatened to spill over. "Don’t tease me, baby," she pleaded in a ragged whisper.

"Can you ride me, Snow?" Alan murmured against her skin.

"Sure." Nova smiled sensuously. Alan fell back against the pillows, and Nova rose above him, taking control. With a sharp intake of breath, she guided him to her wet, inviting core, sinking down slowly until she had taken every inch of him.

"Ugh!" Nova cried out uncontrollably, throwing her head back as a torrential wave of pleasure washed over her.

"Ah! Snow!" Alan groaned, the sensation of being buried so deeply within her sending a violent thrill through his veins.

A breathless smile touched Nova’s lips. Holding his fevered gaze, she began to move, setting a steady, agonizingly deep rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of their shared ecstasy—a chorus of muffled moans, ragged gasps, and whispered names.

The friction built into an inferno. Nova’s pace quickened. Just as Alan reached the precipice of his climax, his composure snapped. He gripped her hips fiercely, pulling her flush against his body as he began thrusting upward with raw, untamed power.

"Ahhh... don’t... don’t stop!"

"Fuck, that feels so good!"

"Yes! Right there! Ahhh!"

"Harder, baby! I’m... I’m going to—"

Nova shattered first, crying out at the top of her lungs as a blinding climax ripped through her. Alan drove into her a few final, desperate times before he, too, broke, spilling himself deeply inside her with a guttural shout, his chest heaving as he fought for air.

The moment he caught his breath, Alan captured Nova’s lips in a fierce, claiming kiss. Without breaking the connection, he rolled them over, pinning her firmly to the mattress while remaining buried deeply inside her.

Nova wrapped her arms tightly around his broad shoulders. Despite his release, she could feel him hardening inside her once more. Within moments, the rhythm began anew, carrying them through the whole morning until exhaustion finally claimed them both.

...

Late at night, amid the pulsating bass and neon glare of an exclusive VIP nightclub lounge.

Corinthian sat sprawled across a long leather couch, flanked by his closest friends. Two stunning women sat on either side of him, attempting to coax him into drinking wine, but his features were set in a mask of rigid irritation.

Abruptly, his patience snapped. With a sharp, dismissive wave of his hand, he angrily chased the women away. He dragged his hands through his dark hair, pulling in a ragged, unsteady breath. The air around him crackled with a dark, brooding tension that made even his friends wary.

"What exactly is wrong with you, Corinthian?" asked a short, black-haired man across the table. He took a measured sip of his wine, his calculating gaze fixed on his friend. "This is completely unlike you. Are you being pressured into marriage again?"

"He’s never been this wound up, even over arranged marriages," a second man noted with a dry chuckle. "He probably got swindled at the company."

Corinthian didn’t laugh. He exhaled sharply, snatched his glass from the table, and downed the expensive vintage in one brutal gulp. "It’s... it’s not that at all," he rasped, his voice tight.

"Then what is it?" the black-haired man pressed, leaning forward.

"My biological sister was finally brought back home," Corinthian stated, staring blankly at the empty glass in his hand.

"Congratulations," his friends chorused, clearly confused by his foul mood.

"So? Is she giving you a hard time? Eyeing your position in the family?" The black-haired man scoffed. "She’s just a girl, is there a need to be this incredibly irritated? If she’s a nuisance, just marry her off."

A heavy sigh tore from Corinthian’s chest. "She’s not eyeing my position. She’s not giving me a hard time at all. In fact, she’s highly sensible and barely speaks."

"Oh. Did something happen to her, then?" the second man asked, exchanging a puzzled glance with the other.

Corinthian shook his head slowly, the tension in his jaw visibly ticking. "Nothing happened to her. I’m the one something is happening to." He paused, the confession tearing out of him like broken glass. "I’m fucking sexually attracted to her."

Dead silence fell over the table, entirely drowning out the thumping bass of the club in their immediate sphere. Both men froze, trading shell-shocked glances before slowly turning their eyes back to Corinthian.

"What did you just say?" they echoed in unison, pure disbelief stripping away their usual nonchalance.

Corinthian gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he reached for a fresh glass of wine, draining it just as violently as the first. "I am dead serious," he snarled softly, his eyes flashing with a dangerous, possessive heat. "I feel this maddening urge to lock her away, to keep her entirely for myself. And today... today some random guy showed up claiming to be her husband." His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "I was so furious, I could have killed him."

"You don’t mean what you’re saying," the second man stammered, entirely thrown off balance. "Your biological sister?"

"You need to run a DNA test," the black-haired man urged, trying to find logic in the madness. "She might not actually be related to you."

"We ran the tests. Repeatedly," Corinthian snapped bitterly. "They all prove she’s my blood."

"Then you’ve lost your mind," the second man stated flatly. "Maybe you just haven’t been laid in a while, and the proximity is messing with your head. Find another girl tonight. Release your frustration, and you’ll calm down."

Corinthian’s jaw locked. The dangerous aura around him seemed to darken even further, stifling the air around the table. "That damn method doesn’t work. I tried it before I even came here tonight." He glared at the empty glass, a horrifying realization dawning in his hollow voice. "I just couldn’t stop thinking about her."

"So what are you going to do now?" the black-haired man asked, his voice hushed, staring at Corinthian as if looking at a stranger. "She’s your sister. It’s entirely impossible between the two of you. Or... are you actually entertaining the thought?"

Corinthian slowly raised his head, meeting his friend’s gaze with chilling, unapologetic clarity. He gave a single, deliberate nod of confirmation.

His friends sat frozen, their jaws dropping in absolute, horrified speechlessness.