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Every time a wave hits, those fingers of hers that usually hold a martini press

an inch deeper into my inner thigh. She's burning up.

That mix of Tom Ford perfume and sweat, along with the way her soft chest grinds

against my back as she clings to me, it makes me shiver uncontrollably. The

worst part is, under all that violent friction, a shangled wet heat starts

pooling through my legs, spreading through like betrayal.

I grit my teeth so hard I barely dare to breathe.

Because just half a meter away, my father is fighting to save my life. And

I'm going into heat in my stepmother's arms.

Eva! How much longer can Serena hold on?

Is her temperature coming up?

Don't panic, Richard.

She's awake.

Thank God.

The Coast Guard's boats are on our tail. I've got to push the engines to the

limit. Eva, hypothermia will kill her. Please, get her warm.

I'll make sure she's warm, darling.

Every inch.

Three hours ago, I never thought our escape would end up like this.

A hell of blood and desire.

reserved solely for my stepmother and me.

I went to Chloe just to have some fun, but my head was full of Eva.

I completely lost control and treated Chloe like she was her.

And that drugged-out crazy girl ended up having a heart attack at the peak of an

orgasm, dying right on my bed.

Chloe's family didn't just call the cops. They contacted Mob Hitman.

Those people will skin you alive.

Serena, you're my only daughter. We have to reach international waters before the

lockdown. Get on board.

Right there.

Seal off the dock.

I'll take the wheel. Take care of her.

Don't let her die.

I fell for my father's wife, for another woman.

Serena, stay with me. Open your eyes and look at me.

So hot, like being wrapped in a fire.

That strong, mature woman's perfume forces its way into my nose, dragging me

back to consciousness.

My back presses hard against her bare chest.

That burning softness, along with her hardened nipples, grind wildly against

my spine with every breath.

The boat lurches again, and my legs slide back uncontrollably, my inner

thigh brushing against Eva's crotch. That place, the most private part of a

mature woman, is completely drenched, gripping and wrapping around my thigh.

The heat and the sticky wetness crawl up my tailbone like poison.

seeping into every nerve. Under that cold, arrogant shell, she was already a

mess down there.

My stepmother.

Eva, you're trembling so hard.

So while my dad is fighting up there, his wife down here is this wet?

What are you thinking about?

Or should I say, who?

Shut up.

Say one more word and I'll smother you with this blanket, then throw your

pathetic body overboard to the sharks. Don't think I won't. Her fingers on my

jaw are cold as ice with a real killing intent.

But the place pressed tight against my thigh is burning, soaking wet. That silk

panty is completely soaked through with her own fluids, sticky against my leg.

That fury at having her elder facade ripped away, combined with her body's

most honest, most depraved reaction, it's better than any acadiriac.

The fiercer she gets, the more I want to drag her off her pedestal and into the

mud.

I knew it was her, but I never imagined that my stepmother...

who always looked down on me with cold disdain, would have such a strong

physical reaction to me, to another woman.

Ever since she married my dad, I couldn't stop sneaking looks at her, at

her body, imagining what she'd be like in bed, imagining her fingers touching

me.

But every time she looked at me, it was like I was just an annoying, immature

kid. The sound of water was like an aphrodisiac. I could see her silhouette.

Those full breasts, that waist, those long legs. I closed my eyes and imagined

it was Eva's hand on me.

Imagined her pressing me against the wall, looking down at me with those cold

blue eyes.

That slick feeling made me lose all control.

Serena?

What the hell are you doing?

You're disgusting.

Get back to your room. If you don't want your father to see what a cheap slut you

are, stay the hell away from me. That slap made my ears ring, my cheek burn,

my mouth taste of blood. But what humiliated me more was the shameful

wetness between my legs, flowing even harder because of her towering rage,

because of the pain and shame of that slap.

I'm really fucking sick.

I fantasized countless times about conquering this body that was never

mine. Fantasized about making this cold, beautiful woman lose control beneath me.

Beg me.

I'm absolutely crazy.

I even spied on her having sex with my father.

Hiding in their bedroom closet, I watched through the crack as he took her

from behind. Her moans, the hickeys on her neck, the way her body arched at

climax. Just watching made me crazy with jealousy.

Jealous that my father had her.

Jealous enough that my own crouch got uncontrollably wet.

And I had to relieve myself with my fingers right there in the closet.

Somewhere along the way, I stopped caring about damn family morals. I

didn't care that she was my father's wife, that we were both women.

I wanted to tear apart her facade and make her come like a whore in front of

me. The cold, gorgeous stepmother I'd been dying to drag down is now beneath

me, naked, soaked, at my mercy.

Serena, don't you touch me with that fucking cheap toy.

Take it away.

Now.

Cheap, but your body clearly loves it, stepmother. Look, your wetness is all

over my hand.

Still dripping. She tells me to fuck off, but her thighs instinctively

squeeze my wrist, like she's afraid I'll actually pull away. That thin silk is

completely soaked with her thick fluids, sticky enough to strain. Under the high

-frequency vibration, I can clearly feel those tender lips greedily swallowing

the toy.

even trebling and contracting to match my rhythm. Her wetness is flooding,

running down my fingers.

Serena, if you push it one more inch inside, I swear, when this is over, I'll

make you cry and beg me to stop in bed.

I'll show you what real punishment means.

The more she threatens me with that condescending tone, the more she looks

at me with that murderous yet desperate desire to be fucked.

The more I want to drag her into the mud and rip off that elder astire, make her

admit she wants me.

Like a bucket of ice water, that extreme perverse pleasure turns into deadly

panic.

My God.

Serena, why is your face so hot?

Maybe this cashmere blanket is too thick.

The Coast Guard is about to board for a search. They're after the... The murder

suspect. If we can just get through this stretch, we'll be safe.

If they find her, Serena will get life in prison. We'll all go down. Put Serena

under my blanket.

I'll cover for her.

I have no idea what this woman really wants.

On the surface, she pushes me away, hits me, curses me, threatens me. But behind

the scenes, she keeps giving me these deadly opportunities.

Does she want to protect me, or does she... Under

the blanket, it's pure black.

The thick, syrupy scent of a woman in heat. Sweet, heavy, filthy.

Almost gets me high.

It's that smell only women have. That private, dirty musk. Better than any

perfume on earth.

Outside, the Coast Guard is closing in. The ones who'd happily send me to the

chair. Their boots are right outside.

A gun could be pointed at my head any moment now.

But all I care about is that burning, drenched softness pressed against my

cheek, my nose, my lips. I can feel it even through the silk, her cunt

clenching and trembling with every pulse of the toy, with every breath she tries

to hold in, still leaking, still soaking through, dripping onto my mouth, my

chin, the prey I've been dying for right there on my tongue.

So let's see. With the cops outside, with death at the door, does this icy

stepmother dare to make a sound? Let's see if she dares to come right under my

father's nose.

Where to?

Officer, we're heading to international waters to ride out the storm. So hot.

Even just through the fabric. With the toy's stimulation, that hot wetness

burns my tongue. And all I taste is her.

Salty, sweet, addictive.

Her thigh muscles are locked tight. Her whole leg trembling against my cheek. I

can hear her teeth grinding.

Feel the pain she's holding back.

Your breathing is off. Why is your face so red and you're shaking? What's wrong?

Oh, claustrophobia attack.

Old problem. Sorry. The Coast Guard's flashlight beam is right on the blanket.

Guns are outside. If they lift one hag, we're all dead. But I can't stop. My

fingers are inside her most secret wetness, burning hot, soft, tight. Her

flesh clenches around my fingers like it's trying to suck them in. We're

hunting a murder suspect, a young female.

If you see anyone suspicious, report it immediately.

Stay put on this vessel. The blockade line is two nautical miles ahead.

Try anything and we have the authority to open fire.

Your wife's claustrophobia, the way it flares up, sounds strange.

That noise.

Keep her in check.

Once you clear the checkpoint, find a doctor.

And I'm having the dogs go over your vessel one more time.

She's just heavily seasick, plus the anxiety.

Thank you, sir.

Serena, are you fucking crazy?

If that cop had looked down just now, a bullet would have blown your brains out

and I'd go to prison for harboring you. Sorry, stepmother. I just really wanted

a taste of you. Mmm, not bad.

Enough!

Look at me, you bitch. I'm your father's wife.

Do you have any...

I have no fucking idea what you're doing.

You know what this is called?

Incest!

Betrayal!

Don't act so innocent, Eva.

When those cops were right outside, who was the one shoving my head down while

spreading her legs like she couldn't get enough, squeezing my fingers with that

dripping pussy and not letting me pull out?

Your little cunt bit my tongue raw, stepmom.

And for the record, you taste amazing.

Next time, I'm going in skin to skin, no silk between us.

Dogs at the door.

Me right here.

Who do you think bites first?

And who do you think kills you in a climax first?

The police dog's barking shakes the walls. The stench of death is at the

door, ready to burst in at any second.

But I don't give a damn.

I'm wrapped in that madness and slick sweetness between her thighs, her fluid

in my mouth. Each swallow tastes like the finest nectar drawn from her fear

and orgasm. Her flesh clenches and scrassens around my tongue, my fingers

like it wants to devour everything.

The more she fears my father finding out, the more she fears the cops

bursting in, the more she fears death, the tighter those folds clamp, the more

fluid pours out, almost drowning me in her cunt juice.

Even if a bullet blows my head off the next second, I'll drag this cold beauty

down to hell with me in a gushing phoenix.

I've already killed someone. One more crime doesn't matter.

Serena, stop, please.

The dog smelled it. They're coming in. No! Don't! Don't! Let them smell it. Let

them see. Let my dad see his noble wife getting licked to a squirting orgasm by

her stepdaughter.

Let everyone know how slutty, how wet, how much you want me.

Sir! The dog's got a hit! Looks like drugs and more!

Don't touch her! Officer, don't!

Back off! Hands on your head!

She's having an attack.

Severe hysteria from claustrophobia. She'll sit on bent tongue, bite her own

tongue off.

Please, don't provoke her. My dad's body is pressing down on top of the blanket.

Through the fabric, I can feel his rapid breathing. And in my mouth, I still hold

his wife's hot climax fluid, still gushing. This is the perfect cover. The

dog smelled blood and something else.

Lift it.

I bit deep enough.

Deep enough to cover any trace of the wrong smell. Deep enough to look like

the self-mutilation of a real madman. My God.

Eva, you bit yourself that badly?

Sir, the coastal blockade is in place. No sign of the target. Take care of your

wife. If she dies in international waters, no one can save you.

Eva, I'm sorry.

I didn't protect you. Once we're safe, I'll find you the best psychiatrist

right away.

I'm fine.

Go check the engine. The sound was off just now.

Watch her.

Don't let her hurt herself again.

Don't worry, Dad.

I'll take good care of her.

Her running away is beautiful.

That bandage on her inner thigh is like a brand I stamped on her.

Get out, you freak!

You almost got us all killed!

The angrier she gets, the more enticing those erect nipples are under the water.

She has no idea she looks even sluttier now than when she squirted under that

blanket.

Freak. Back when the cops were outside, who was the one clenching my fingers

with her pussy?

Who couldn't even stifle her moans?

That was just a physical reaction.

You forced me. I'm going to rip off her last shred of cover.

Let go.

Richard is right outside. He'll hear.

The more she mentions my dad, the hotter the fire in my blood.

That sense of table is the deadliest aphrodisiac.

The cold water can't cool her down.

Her cunt is burning hot and completely soaked. No foreplay needed. My fingers

slide right in.

I taste the blood in her mouth, and the cold water.

My fingers are churning inside her, and every time I pull out, thick juices

string into silvery threads, mixing with the shower water hitting the floor.

Answer him, stepmother.

Tell him how busy you are right now.

She doesn't dare make a sound.

She'd rather let me fuck her to death against the wall than let my dad see

what a whore she's become. That toy is almost fully buried inside her, and

she's so tight she's about to crush the vibrator.

Eva? You in there?

I'm showering. The wrench...

Might be under the couch cushion.

You sound off.

Are you crying?

I'm fine.

It's just the water's too cold. Don't come in.

See? You did great.

As long as you behave, Dad won't know our secret.

It's a mess in there. I broke a glass and haven't cleaned it up. Don't step on

it.

Serena.

Serena, you and your mother sleep in the master cabin tonight.

I'll bunk in the hold and watch the radar.

Sure.

This is my dad's bed.

It reeks of him and this woman.

But tonight, this bed is mine.

Serena, please, leave me alone tonight.

Richard is right next door. The walls are thin. He'll hear everything.

That's what makes it exciting, isn't it?

She doesn't even dare struggle hard, afraid the bed will creak. I can feel

her heart racing.

And her thighs are already shamefully leaking that sweet fluid again, sucking

her pajamas under my pressure.

Eva! Serena! Get up!

Radar shows two speedboats with no AIS signals closing in fast!

It's Chloe's family's mob killers.

They've caught up!

They have thermal imaging. We have to kill the engine.

Eva. Get in. Serena, you too. No matter what you hear, do not come out.

This is the perfect cage God gave me.

Pitch black.

My dad is loading a shotgun just a meter above us, and I'm pressed perfectly on

top of his noble wife.

Shh.

The killers are outside.

Guess who'll make you moan first?

Them or me.

Inside, she's burning hot and impossibly tight.

The spasms from sheer terror make her flesh clamp down on my fingers. Her

juices are soaking through the wooden floor of the compartment.

They

didn't spot

us. Headed north.

We're safe.

Sorry, honey. That must have scared you.

I'll stay here.

You sleep on the bed. Get some rest.

At dawn, we'll change course.

My dad's such a good man.

Not only does he stand watch, but he also cleans up his wife and delivers her

to my bed.

She tastes incredible.

That mature woman's milky scent mixed with the salt of her sweat, I can't

stop. And what drives me crazy is that if I look down, I see my dad lying by

the bed, less than half a meter away, close enough to reach out and touch the

sheet.

She came.

In the middle of her husband's snoring, she came on her stepdaughter's fingers.

Her flesh clamped wildly, flooding my hand and soaking the sheets and pillow

beneath her.

Eva.

Touch him with that hand that just came.

Touch your poor husband.

I dangle her wettest, most depraved self right over her husband's head.

If Richard opens his eyes, he'll see her swollen, glistening cut and the juices

dripping down.

Eva?

Bad dream?

One little move from me and she'll squirt right in front of my dad. Her

life is literally in my fingers.

I've got a leg cramp. It hurts so much.

Which leg? Let me rub it.

Dad, let me.

Go back to sleep. You've done enough.

All right. Thanks, Serena. Eva, don't be scared. We're here.

Hear that?

She's completely broken. That high and maudy stepmother mask is shattered.

Now she's just a slut I've toyed with, unable to even cry out loud.

The hole's ripped open on a reef! We're taking on water!

Sir! Leave no one alive!

Get in! This leads to the emergency raft. I'll draw them off. No!

Richard, you'll die.

We go together.

Serena, if your mother loses a single hair, I'll haunt you forever. Keep her

mouth shut. Don't make a sound even if it kills you.

My dad's fighting for us up there, while down here I'm clinging to his wife's

waist. The pipe's so narrow we can't even turn.

My chest is flush against her back, and I can feel every terrified spasm of her

muscles.

Dad said don't make a noise, even if it kills you.

Nothing in the hole.

Check the bridge!

This death pressure of being shot to pieces at any second is more lethal than

any aphrodiliac. Her body is cold as ice.

but that softness in my hand is burning hot.

Don't move.

Guess, if I make a splash right now, will the guy above fire straight through

the grate? The seawater is freezing, but inside she's like boiling lava. The

moment my fingers go in, those layered folds clamp down on me.

She's secreting such thick fluids underwater, mixed with the sea, so

sticky it drives me crazy.

She kissed me first. This high and mighty woman, to save her life, actually

stuck her tongue in my mouth.

Her tongue is trembling like a cornered prey desperately pleasing me between my

teeth. Sounds like water under the grate.

The flashlight beam hits our tangled backs.

She's so scared she curls into me.

And her cunt, from that sheer terror, suddenly clenches and locks onto my

fingers, flooding hot fluids underwater that burn my fingertips.

The light's coming in. If he looks down, he'll see us. How wet you are. Move

yourself.

Serena, you devil.

The moment the shots rang off, she came.

A real, near-death orgasm. Her body conrusses wildly underwater, flooding

like a burst dam, even washing away the cold seawater, making my whole hand

tremble from the heat.

She tasted my blood. I felt her juice.

In that pipe under gunfire, we completed an intimacy deeper than sex.

She's utterly dirty now, utterly mine.

It's all seawater down there. No blood. Let's go. To the deck.

See? Even with bullets grazing your scap, you can only come in my arms.

Richard!

Stop yelling.

He's dead.

It's you!

You killed him!

You monster!

That explosion blew Richard to pieces and shattered her last stride of

dignity. Now on this sea, it's just her and me.

Richard just died! You're insane!

He's dead, so no one can save you now, stepmother.

You're hypothermic. I have to get you warm. Her body is cold as ice, but that

soft spot under the toy is gushing hot fluid.

The sensation of ice and fire burns up my wrist and into my blood.

Cry louder.

Let Daddy at the bottom of the sea hear how slutty his widow sounds now. She

came. On the sea where her husband's body is still warm, I forced the

dirtiest squirt out of her with a toy.

She's freezing to death.

This body I've dreamed of possessing is now cold as a corpse.

I won't let her die like this.

Wake up! Eva!

Open your eyes and look at me!

No foreplay, no lubrication.

The dry driction instantly redsins her inser thighs.

I'm going to drag her back from death with the most brutal pain...

and extreme pleasure.

It hurts.

Pull it out, please.

Good that it hurts.

Beg me.

Beg me for more. Beg me to let you live. Her temperature is finally rising.

Her pussy starts gushing sticky fluid, wrapping the cold vibrator, burning my

fingertips. She's alive.

Give it to me.

Serena, don't stop.

There were drag marks on the beach. They're nearby.

The killers are less than three meters away.

One bark and we're Swiss cheese.

But her naked body pressed against the rock is giving off that sweet, deadly

scent from fear.

Shh.

Dogs have good ears.

Guess which is louder, the vibrator or you squirting?

It's too dark in here. Send the dog in.

She's leaking so much, it's soaking my wrist.

The humiliation of being made to lose control under the enemy's nose has

shattered her last strid of sanity.

What did you find?

The tide's coming in. The sea water is the best cover.

Water conducts. The vibration's frequency is magnified underwater.

Her cunt is spessoming and clenching like a greedy mouth, biting down on my

fingers and the toy in the freezing water.

Fuck, it's a dead end, all flooded, the dog's full of shit.

Well, well, look what I found.

Two naked mermaids.

Richard's wife and his precious daughter, Jackpot.

He saw her thighs covered in wetness, saw her broken state from my play.

Those eyes have to go. Don't shoot.

If you let us go, I'll give you anything you want. Let me inspect the goods

first.

The way she looks at me now is pure terror. But deep in that terror, I see

submission.

Two, any activity in the rear cave?

Respond.

Two, respond!

Fuck, everyone surround the rear cave!

No escape, but as long as she's in my hands, hell is my turf.

Drag them out. Take them to the boat.

Every time the speedboat slams into a wave, that toy jams deeper into her.

She's got a gun to her head, but she's breaking out in cold sweat from pleasure

because of what's inside her.

See? Even under these killer's noses, her body only goes into heat for me.

Move.

Go meet an old friend of yours.

Catch up.

Eva.

Serena.

Richard! Oh my god!

You're alive!

There's that sickening good wife act again. Seeing her husband alive, she

wants to pretend everything between us was a dream?

Dream on.

Eva, don't cry.

I'm fine.

As long as I don't talk.

They won't dare kill us.

Serena! What are you doing?

Touching tears.

But you're still holding my toy inside you, stepmother.

You want to kiss your husband with my juices still on you?

Serena! What's wrong with Eva?

Is she hurt?

My dad's going crazy over there, while his wife is pinned against the wall by

me, so wet she can barely stand.

Tell him how much you want me right now.

Serena! Answer me!

What the hell is wrong with her? Dad, she's fine. Just frozen and shivering.

I'm warming her up.

Reunion's over. Richard, the Swiss bank key. What are the last three digits?

Over my dead body.

No!

Don't hit him!

She's still hurting for him. Guess I haven't pushed hard enough.

Warming her up, Richard. Your daughter's got a very special way of warming your

wife. That water on the floor is leaking into the hallway.

What do you mean?

Nothing. Richard, your password better be real. I'm gonna verify it. If you're

lying to me, I'll skin your wife alive right in front of you.

Eva, where's that water coming from? What's going on with you? He's getting

suspicious, but that's exactly when I'll nail her to the cross of shame.

What was that sound?

Serena, what are you doing?

Put it in yourself, right in front of Dad, or I'll tell him that water on the

floor is your heat dripping.

She put the toy in herself, under Richard's gaze.

At the bars, she was forced by her own hand to complete the ultimate betrayal

of her husband.

Eva, say something!

Serena! What the hell are you doing to her?

Dad, stop yelling.

The ceiling pipe is leaking. It's dripping on Eva. She's freezing. I'm

just wrapping her blanket tighter.

Leaking?

Eva, is that true?

Yes, Richard.

The water's so cold. She lied to cover her weakness. She lied to her husband.

She's completely broken now. She can never go back to being that high and

muddy stepmother.

Wrong password!

You fucking played me!

Since you won't talk, I'll take your wife and make you pay for lying to me.

Then carve her up inch by inch. No!

Let me go!

Garcia!

Touch my prey and you're dead.

That old loser Richard actually has a woman this fine.

Garcia! Take me!

Don't touch her!

Only I can touch her. Any man who dares covet my prey dies.

But before that, I'll make her know who her real master is.

You're being held hostage and you've got a toy stuffed up there?

Richard can't satisfy you so you're slutty enough to bring your own?

Go tell Garcia I know the code, but I'll only talk to him. If he touches that

woman again, he won't see a cent of Richard's money.

Boss, the girl says she knows the code, but she wants to talk to you in person.

Lucky you, bitch.

Once I get the money, I'll come back and have my fun with you.

What's the code?

Don't play games with me. The code is... I'll give you the code, but you have to

send that woman back.

You're bargaining with me? Richard doesn't trust her. He only told me the

code. Killing her won't help. Send her back, and I'll give you the first set of

digits. Serena!

You can't give him the code!

That's our last bargaining store!

Go drag that slut back.

I'm sorry. I'm useless.

I couldn't protect you. He thinks Garcia touched her.

His agony is laughable. He has no idea that the one who made her this broken

and wet is right in front of him.

Don't be scared, Eva.

Let me check if he hurt you.

Serena! Is she badly hurt?

Dad, she's got a lot of red marks on her thighs.

That bastard Garcia must have hurt her.

I raped his wife with my fingers right in front of him.

And he's still thanking God for me.

The first set you gave me was wrong!

The account's locked!

You fucking played me!

Bring the two women, too, to the torture room. Today he'll watch his wife and

daughter get fucked to death.

Sensory deprivation sharpens hearing.

Richard, every sound you hear next will make you wish you were dead.

Last chance.

The full code!

I don't know!

The torture begins.

This is the perfect stage God built for me.

Eva, don't touch her. My dad's taking lashes half a meter above me.

His blood is even splattered on my hand.

And with that blood-stained hand, I'm driving his wife straight to hell.

Eva, what's wrong?

Garcia, what did you do to her? I haven't touched her yet.

Looks like your wife got so turned on watching you get whipped, she's leaking

like a fountain.

You animal!

I'll kill you!

Hear that?

Dad thinks Garcia got you off.

Show him, Eva.

In front of him. Squirt for me!

Richard,

did you hear that? Your wife got off on watching you get whipped.

She's cheaper than a whore!

No, Eva's not like that.

Garcia's, I'll give it to you. Everything I have.

The code is 39BX7! Let her go! Please don't touch her!

He finally cracked.

For a wife who just squirted on another woman's fingers, he gave away the

family's lifeblood.

Pathetic loser.

My husband can't protect me. All he does is get beaten and beg for mercy. And

this devil who drove me into hell... She not only dares to kill, but she can also

play me like a toy right under the mob's guns.

She's the only one who can keep me alive.

That's more like it.

Go verify.

Throw all three back in the cell.

Once the code checks out, chop the man up for fish food, and the two women are

for the boys to enjoy.

Eva, I'm sorry.

I lost all the money, but I'll find a way to get you out.

Get me out with what?

Richard, you can't even save yourself.

Eva, you're blaming me?

She's crawling towards me. No force, no threat. This once aristocratic matriarch

is crawling to the stepdaughter who just raped her.

Serena, keep me alive.

I'll do anything you ask.

Anything? Even if I make you go into heat in front of Garcia, just like

before? Eva!

Why are you so close to Serena? Come here!