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“Where are you going?” Sam’s voice was gruff, still thick with lust. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but gentle. “I’m not done with you yet, Ananya.”
Priya’s heart skipped a beat, the lie almost tripping off her tongue. But she couldn’t do it, not again. She had let him know that she, Priya, had been in his arms, not Ananya. She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his in the dim light.
“Sam, wait,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession. But before she could get the words out, his mouth was on hers again. Sam didn’t pause, his kisses growing more urgent, his touch more possessive.
Priya felt a strange thrill at his passion, a dark excitement that made her blood race. His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her as if it were new territory to conquer. And she let him, her own hands fisting in his shirt, her body arching into his touch.
He pulled her down onto the bed, his body covering hers. He kissed her with a desperation that she knew mirrored her own. The weight of his body was a comfort, a warmth that she hadn’t felt in too long. His hand slid down to cup her sex. She couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.
The lie was a living, breathing entity now, a monster she had created and could not control.
“Today is special,” he murmured, his voice thick with passion. “It’s the day I marry your sister.”
The words hit her like a slap, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her body betraying her as she encouraged him to enter her. It was wrong, but she was lost in the moment, in his feel. The way his touch made her feel alive.
“But tonight,” he continued, his eyes gleaming with something almost like love, “tonight, I get to be with you.”
Priya’s heart twisted in her chest. It was a lie, a beautiful, terrible lie. But she didn’t correct him or tell him he was with the wrong sister. Instead, she whispered back, “Yes, tonight,” and kissed him with a passion that was fueled by a mix of anger, guilt, and desire.
Sam’s hands were everywhere, exploring the curves and valleys of her body as if it were a map that held all the secrets of the universe. At that moment, she felt like Ananya. She felt the power of being the woman he wanted, the woman he craved.
His kisses grew more urgent, his hips grinding into hers. She knew that she was about to lose herself in him again. The tip of his erection nudged against her virginity, the promise of pain and pleasure mingling in a way that made her heart race.
She was scared, so scared that she could feel the blood draining from her face, leaving her cold and trembling. But she didn’t stop him, didn’t tell him the truth. Instead, she closed her eyes and waited, her body tense as a bowstring ready to be released.
Sam placed the tip of his cock near her pussy entrance and started pushing into her, slow and steady, the pressure building until she thought she couldn’t bear it. She bit her lip, holding back a scream as he breached her, filling her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
The pain was leaving her trembling beneath him. Sam paused, his eyes searching hers, looking for the satisfaction he had found in Ananya. But all he saw was fear and uncertainty, the innocence of a girl who had just been deflowered by the man her sister loved.
He didn’t speak, but the question was written across his face. Priya knew she had to give him what he wanted and keep the lie going. With a gasp, she forced her body to relax, to accept him. He pushed deeper. The pain began to give way to a pleasure that was so intense it was almost unbearable.
Her eyes widened in shock, her nails digging into his back as she felt herself consumed by the sensation. It was a feeling she had never known before, a feeling that was both wrong and incredibly right. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that seemed as old as time.
Each thrust pushed her closer to the edge of a precipice she didn’t dare look down. She could feel her muscles tightening around him, the beginnings of an orgasm that was as much a betrayal as the act itself. As she clung to him, her body writhing beneath his, she knew that she was lost.
And then it happened, the explosion of pleasure that tore through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. She didn’t know if it was the act or guilt that made her come so hard, but it didn’t matter. At that moment, she knew she had given him what he wanted.
She had played the part of Ananya to perfection. Sam pulled out of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was still hard, hungry for more. Without a word, he rolled her onto her stomach and positioned himself behind her. The coolness of the sheets was a stark contrast to the heat of his body.
He slid back into her, filling her. He reached around, cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples as he began to thrust again. Priya could feel every inch of him, the way his cock stretched her, the way he claimed her body as if it were his own.
It was a feeling she had only ever imagined, a fantasy that had played out in the dark corners of her mind. But now it was real. She couldn’t escape the truth of what she had done. Their rhythm grew more intense, their bodies slapping together. She felt him swell inside her.
She knew she was going to cum again. With a final, desperate thrust, Sam emptied himself into her, his seed mixing with the stickiness of their desire. They lay there, panting and sweaty, the silence between them deafening. Priya knew she had to tell him and shatter the illusion before it was too late.
But the words remained trapped in her throat, a silent scream that echoed in her chest. He rolled onto his side, his hand still tangled in her hair, his breathing gradually returning to normal. She could feel his eyes on her back, his confusion and satisfaction a tangible presence in the room.
She turned to face him, her heart in her throat. She knew she had made a mistake that could never be undone. Their gazes locked, and she saw the question in his eyes. The doubt that had been growing since she’d let him inside her. But she didn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to explain.
Instead, she reached out and touched his face, her thumb tracing his jawline.
“What is it?” he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion.
Priya took a deep breath. She kissed him, a kiss that was filled with all the love and guilt she felt. The kiss grew more desperate and frantic, as if she could somehow change the past with the power of her love. Sam responded, his hands roaming her body as if he knew this was their last chance.
The world outside the room faded away, the laughter and music of the wedding a distant memory as they lost themselves in each other once more. He positioned her over him, her legs straddling his waist. Priya felt a strange sense of power.
She took him in again, her body still tender from their first union. As she began to move, she felt his hands on her hips, guiding her, urging her deeper. She knew that she was failing. His grip was different, his touch more tentative, as if he was searching for something that wasn’t right.
Sam’s eyes searched hers, his gaze flickering with doubt. He reached up to touch her face, tracing the contours of her cheekbones, the curve of her neck, as if trying to memorize every detail. Priya knew he was looking for Ananya. As she moved above him, her breasts bounced with each thrust.
She felt his uncertainty grow. Her heart hammered, a silent plea for him to realize the truth. But she kept moving, her body betraying her with every gasp of pleasure. His eyes grew more intense, his gaze more searching. She knew he was on the verge of discovery.
The room grew tight, the air thick with the scent of sex and deceit. She could feel the walls closing in around them.
Suddenly, his hand stilled on her hip, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of her. “Your… your hair,” he murmured, his voice thick with confusion. “It’s… it’s not the same.”
Priya’s heart plummeted, the reality of her deception crashing down upon her. She had forgotten to put Ananya’s hair up, a small detail that now felt like a neon sign screaming the truth. She froze, her body trembling with the weight of the lie.
Sam’s eyes searched her face, his hand lingering on her hip. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, his voice filled with concern.
Priya knew she had to act fast. With trembling fingers, she reached back to pull her hair up into Ananya’s signature style. “Nothing,” she murmured, her voice strained. “It’s just… the dress is a bit tight.”
His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, but he didn’t question her. Instead, he took her hand and brought it down to his cock, already hard again. “Finish what you started,” he whispered, his eyes dark with need.
As she rode him, she felt his hands explore her again, his touch growing more familiar, more intimate. His thumb brushed against the scar on her stomach, a reminder of the appendectomy she’d had years ago, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Ananya didn’t have that scar.
Panic bubbled up in her chest. But she pushed it down, focusing on the sensations that flooded her body. The friction of his cock against her clit, the feel of his chest hair against her nipples, the warmth of his breath against her neck.
With a desperate need to regain control, Priya began to move faster, her hips rising and falling in a frenzied rhythm that matched the racing of her heart. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm building inside her, a storm that threatened to consume her.
Her breath grew ragged, her movements frantic, as she chased the high that had eluded her for so long. Sam’s grip tightened on her hips, his breathing growing harsher, his body tensing beneath her.
Together, they reached their peak, their cries of pleasure melding into one as they climaxed. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a shared secret that bound them in a way she had never anticipated.
As the waves of pleasure receded, the room grew quiet once more, the only sound of their intermingled breaths. Priya felt a strange mix of satisfaction and dread, the reality of her actions crashing over her like a tsunami. She gently untangled her hair with trembling hands, letting it cascade down her back.
Sam’s gaze followed the movement, his eyes still filled with a mix of confusion and lust. She knew she couldn’t keep up the charade much longer. With a deep breath, she slipped off his cock, the feeling of his release still warm on her thighs.
Swiftly, she pulled on the pink chiffon bridesmaid dress she wore earlier, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. Before Sam could say a word, she was out of bed, the blue dress forgotten on the floor. She didn’t dare look back at him, didn’t dare let him see the truth in her eyes.
Instead, she turned and walked to the door, her legs shaking with every step. As she opened the door, the light from the hallway spilt in, illuminating the dress she wore. Sam’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, his mind racing. Ananya had been in a different dress during the dance, he realized.
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