Harem app-Chapter 237: Please forgive me, part 2

Third person POV

The raw, guttural scream tore from Karen’s throat before she could stop it. "Stop with that!"

The rhythmic creaking ceased instantly. The room, which had been filled with the symphony of sex, fell into a dead, heavy silence, broken only by the ragged sound of Karen’s own breathing.

Three pairs of eyes snapped toward the door. Charlotte’s hand froze between her legs, her expression one of startled annoyance. L

Liam’s head turned slowly, a predator interrupted mid-feast.

But it was Sophia’s face, flushed with anger as her pleasure was interrupted, that shattered Karen the most.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across Liam’s face. He didn’t dismount from Sophia. Instead, he leaned down, whispering something into her ear that Karen couldn’t hear. Sophia’s eyes widened, then she nodded frantically, with desperate eagerness.

"You heard me, pet," Liam said, his voice a low rumble of command. He gave her a sharp slap on the rear. "Go on. Bring our little voyeur in."

To Karen’s utter horror, Sophia scrambled off the bed. But she didn’t stand. She dropped to her hands and knees, then, with a practiced subservience that made Karen’s stomach lurch, she began to crawl.

Karen was frozen, a statue of disbelief and dawning terror. She couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from the surreal sight of her best friend, naked and glistening with sweat, crawling across the room like an animal.

Sophia didn’t stop until she was at Karen’s feet. She looked up, and her eyes were empty of everything Karen had ever known: no friendship, no shared secrets, no comfort. There was only a blank, devoted obedience.

"Sophia, what are you...?" Karen began, her voice a trembling whisper.

But Sophia didn’t answer with words. She moved with a sudden, shocking strength. She rose on her knees, her body pressing against Karen’s, and shoved her back against the hallway wall.

The impact knocked the air from Karen’s lungs. Sophia’s hands pinned Karen’s wrists to the wall on either side of her head. Karen could feel the heat radiating from Sophia’s skin, smell the musky, intimate scent of sex and sweat on her.

Then Liam was there. He positioned himself behind Sophia, his hands gripping her hips. Without a word of warning, he drove into her, hard. The force of the thrust slammed Sophia’s body forward, crushing Karen against the wall.

A choked cry escaped Karen’s lips as the world narrowed to the violent, rhythmic impact. Each powerful thrust from Liam hammered Sophia into her, the hard points of Sophia’s nipples and the soft, overwhelming swell of her huge breasts mashing against Karen’s chest.

Sophia’s head lolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head. Beads of sweat flew from Sophia’s heated skin with every jarring movement, peppering Karen’s face.

"Why?" Karen whimpered, the word barely audible over the sound of slapping flesh and Sophia’s ragged moans. "Sophia... why?"

Sophia’s eyes fluttered open. She looked down at Karen.

"Why?" Sophia repeated, her voice trembling with each powerful thrust. "Because he owns me, Karen. He owns every part of me. My mind, my body... my soul. I never cared about you. You were just a useful friend."

Sophia moaned deeply as Liam’s pace intensified, her full breasts bouncing wildly, swaying and jiggling just inches from Karen’s horrified face.

"I only live for this," She gasped, her words becoming more broken. "I only live... for his... enormous cock. For his cum. For the honor... of being his... submissive little slut. This is all... I’ve ever... wanted."

Each declaration was a knife twisting in Karen’s heart, each word punctuated by Liam’s relentless, pounding rhythm that used Sophia’s body as a weapon against her, forcing Karen to witness every second of her best friend’s complete and total ruin.

The girl broke into tears, overwhelmed by a storm of emotions, horniness, despair, sadness, and a deep anger.

But soon, all of these feelings were consumed by a single, crushing emotion: fear. Deep down, she knew she had no chance of fighting against that man.

And she just decided to run.

Liam saw that, but he had no reason to stop her. He would let her cry alone in her room for now; later, he could make her suffer more.

For now, what he wanted was another thing.

"Hey, mommy, come here, my cock needs you." He ordered with a horny smile.

At the same time, Liam stuffed the pair of mother and daughter with his big cock, and Karen was breaking down.

After running away, she locked herself in her room and felt her whole body tremble, her hands clutched at her hair, pulling until her scalp burned, her mind spiraling into a storm she could no longer control.

Her father had abandoned her.

Her mother had become Liam’s submissive bitch.

Her friends were gone. Even Sophia was riding Liam’s huge cock like a bitch in heat, while her mother licked Liam’s chest.

How did things end up like that?

And still she could not stop watching that scene, feeling her body growing hotter at each second.

"Fuck... just what is wrong with me?" Karen murmured, her trembling hands approaching her pussy.

The girl began crying, recalling the current state of her miserable and pathetic lie. Thinking about how Liam reigned above her like a sun she could never reach, burning her alive just by existing. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Then she remembered that day Liam came to talk with her. Maybe, if she had just asked for forgiveness that day, nothing would have been like that.

If only she had not caused problems with Liam, if only...

She just wanted peace; she wanted things to be back to how they were in the past. She wanted to be a queen again, but things would never be like that, never...

Her chest tightened as though invisible chains were crushing her ribs. Karen let out a guttural scream, a sound torn between fury and despair, before staggering to her feet. She could no longer run, no longer pretend.

Only one thought consumed her: End this nightmare.

But how? Maybe if she begged for forgiveness... maybe if she did it in public, exactly the way Liam had wanted, then perhaps he would be charmed by her honest plea.

Yes, that man would feel sorry for her, hopefully...