Aria’S POV

“You smell so, so fucking good…” I heard Lucien whisper into my ear, his nose nuzzling into my hair, and his hands were everywhere on my body.

Myhands automatically wrapped around his neck when he started kissing my lips and he let out a gasp and then a low, guttural moan.

I didn’t mind the thick snowfall covered the entire city, turning an already freezing night into one that was much more solemn and cold.

However… in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, the heat was on full blast the moment I allowed Lucien Knight to kiss me. I wasn’t drunk. I was completely sober, but I didn’t know this man on top of me.

All I knew was that, he was the richest man in the country.

Even though it took me some time to get used to having him in my mouth and established a rhythm… his squeals of unadulterated delight served as a motivation for me to keep going.

I had never experienced anything like this before, and I can’t quite put my finger on why I find it so appealing.

He kissed me in a manner that was intended to subdue me… and his fingers slowly removed from around his neck, before he interlaced them with mine over my head while he did so. I was giving my all to someone who didn’t know the real me, but the way he was making me feel made me realize that I didn’t need to be scared.”

He moved on to my jaw, tickling me with his tiny stubble as he pressed kisses down my neck and collarbone.

Back when I was in high school… I accidentally heard my neighbor talking with her friends about her first time and she said that the first one always hurt Like hell.

I felt him pull away from me and as if sensing my worry, he cupped my face and gave me a slow but passionate kiss.

After that, he gave me a deep stare that caused my heart rate to accelerate significantly.

He began sucking the skin off of my neck, which caused me to grimace in agony; yet, the pleasure he was giving me overpowered the discomfort.

Then, in one rapid motion, he tugged my dress down, exposing my breasts and stomach. The moment he looked at me, heat began to spread across my face.

I’ve never exposed these parts of me to anybody else before.

“God, Ariana… You’re so fucking beautiful…” he growled and I blushed even more. A gasp left my lips when he bent down and captured my pink nipple in his mouth.

“Lucien…” I whimpered. The feeling was so raw and the rarity caused me to tremble with the new sensations consuming me.

His tongue played with my nipple, flicking, sucking, trailing it in a circular motion. Without stopping, he kneaded my other breast which fitted perfectly under his enormous hand, his palm-felt so warm on my skin.

I closed my eyes tightly as I weaved my fingers through his thick, chocolate locks, tugging and pulling at it as I began to chant his name silently.

He pinched my pink nub, causing me to let out a muffled cry in response.

The next few moments were spent with him licking one of my breasts while simultaneously giving the other peak the same level of pleasure as the other.

I had already begun to laboredly pant by the time he stopped what he was doing to glance up at me. If this was some kind of foreplay, I don’t know how I was going to survive the next one.

But then, as I stared into those crystals with a cobalt blue hue, I realized that we’re not even close to being done yet. There’s no way for me to quell the fire of want that was blazing in his eyes.

He pulled up his shirt and took it off… and I couldn’t help but feel envious of my sister Ariana.

Her boyfriend looked dashing with his perfectly built body, with broad shoulders, chest, and toned six-pack abs.

He looked so magnificently breathtaking. So sexy…

Lucien once more lowered himself to my level and planted a passionate kiss on my lips.

“Shit!” he cursed, his breath hot and sweet as he spoke in my mouth. “Tell me to stop, baby…”

My heartbeat quickened in response to his hoarse voice, which gave the impression that he was attempting to exert control over himself but failing miserably.

It was at this point that I should’ve put a stop to whatever we were doing if I wanted to.

My thoughts went back to the moments when I was younger and wondered how I was going to experience all of the firsts that were waiting for me in life.

My first time… my first kiss… my first love…

I was considering reserving all of my first experiences for a single gentleman.

Would it be for the person whom I would eventually marry?

I couldn’t help but look at the guy in front of me, who was staring at me with such ferocity that it was making me physically nauseous. He’s my first kiss…and would be my first time… but not my first love… because he’s my twin sister’s boyfriend. And he thought that I was her.

He thought that it was Ariana he was kissing, and he was about to make love with.

“Fuck, Ariana… Tell me to stop!” He growled impatiently but I shook my head.

“No…” I whispered which almost sounded like a cry. I needed this. I needed the money for my sick mother. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I drew him in closer to me and buried my face in his shoulder.

“Don’t stop…” I pleaded. “I need you, please…“

And those sentences were just what he needed to pour his craving for me because, after that… he ravaged my mouth again before his lips trailed down to my neck, the area between my breasts, and down to my stomach.

He stopped when he reached below my belly button, where the dress stopped.

When he dragged my dress even lower and took it off of my feet… it caused a violent pounding in my chest. I was at this point virtually naked in front of him, save for the fact that I was still wearing my underwear.

His attention was drawn to it… and then he smiled gently, which gave me the impression that I was about to faint. It seemed like an eternity to me as he tugged my underwear down… so, so slowly using his teeth, and the way his nose grazed

my skin had me whimpering.

Once I was completely naked, I can’t help but cover the most intimate part of my body with my hands, tearing my gaze away from him.

Is this the right thing to do? Is it right to have sex with my sister’s boyfriend?

Aria’S POV

This was the very right thing to do. I know it was because I needed money.

I needed him right now so I could get my money.

This money that I would use for my mom’s medication. I don’t know what to do if something bad happens to her.

It is better to sacrifice myself than seeing her in pain.

“Don’t…” Lucien took both of my hands and moved them out of the way so that he could get a better view of my wet folds.

“You’re beautiful.” Because the devotion that he exuded in his speech was so palpable, I can’t help but direct my attention back to him.

I shrieked when he pulled me by my legs to the edge of the bed and knelt down on the floor.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Ariana. I can’t wait to taste you.” he murmured, and then without warning, he lifted my ass and spread my legs wide before burying his face between them, giving my puffy lips one good lick that made me cry out instantaneously as I threw my head back.

“Oh, damn…” My chest tightened up and my breath caught in my throat as my hips came dangerously close to launching me off the bed if it weren’t for his arms holding me down, and I slightly trembled to the starting sensation.

A gasp left my mouth as his mouth drew closer to my slit, open–mouthed kissed it slowly before sucking it, and I was shaking even more.

He locked his eyes with mine while eating me like he was having some kind of breakfast, his eyes filled with heat and desire.

I reached out to grab his head in an effort to pull him away from me so that

They might free me from this delectable form of torment, but he seized my hand and interlaced his fingers with mine, preventing me from being able to do so.

Then all of a sudden, he sucked my clit so forcefully that it caused me to let out a small scream.

“Ahhhh…!” Damn it! What kind of torture he was giving me?

He let out a low, lust–filled growl… and then he plunged his tongue into my opening.

This provoked moans from me that I had no idea I was capable of producing.

I can honestly say that I’ve never felt better in my entire life, and the fact that he was doing it right now was driving me crazy.

He let go of my hands so that he could transfer his hands to my breasts and twisted and pinched my nipples between his thumb and index in a torturous manner.

My body jolted instinctively due to the increased sensitivity caused by what he was doing to my body… and I found. myself grasping the sheets firmly, my toes curling with need.

As he continued to lick me, the pace with which his tongue moved increased, giving the impression that he was trying to fuck my opening with it.

I was completely drenched as a result of his fiendish torture… and I could feel waves of pleasure smashing down on me while simultaneously sensing a strange yet potent contraction in my stomach.

One more time, he sucked my clit… and this time I writhed in discomfort as I opened my mouth and widened my eyes.

My legs were shaking, and my breathing had become that of someone who just completed a marathon.

Without any warning, he moved away, resulting in a frustrated moan escaping from my mouth. He licked his lips, and a glimmer ran through his gaze.

I was curious about how I tasted on his lips. But he looked like he enjoyed what he just had.

After putting something that looked like rubber on his shaft, he wrapped his arms around me, and I hugged his back, feeling his hard erection against my opening, making me swallow in nervousness.

This is it. This is really happening.

He kissed my cheek and then pulled away from me, taking my legs, and spreading them wider, seating himself between them.

The tip of his member teased my entrance before slowly, he pressed into me.

The first thrust caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and exhaled sharply as the pain spread over my entire body.

When I opened my eyes again, I could see that Lucien had a worried expression on his face. But then he continued, aiming another thrust. As he stared at me with concern, I saw in those cobalt blue orbs how he loved me… my sister actually.

As I observed him exerting control over himself in an effort to prevent him from pushing all the way inside of me or ramming into me, as sweat began to trickle down his forehead.

It appeared to me that he was having just as difficult as I was, and seeing that gave me some solace.

Because of the agony and the pitying feelings I had for myself, a tear trickled down from the corner of my eye.

I ought to have lost my virginity to the man I love… to the man who will vow to marry me… and not to the man who already belonged to my sister.

As time went on… the pain became less intense, and all that remained was a dull feeling in the space between my thighs.

As he continued to pound into me, I tightened my hold on him, and my nails scraped across his back.

His thrusts have progressed to become more in– depth and rapid, and his entire length was now able to totally penetrate inside me.

Moans escaped my lips as I clung unto him.

Both of us were panting when he finally collapsed on top of me, allowing ourselves to catch our own breaths before either of us could utter a word.

After he managed to compose himself, he rolled onto my side and buried his face into the crook of my neck while I remained unmoved, staring at the ceiling.

What have I done?

I gave my virginity to my sister’s boyfriend for the sake of money.

I had no idea what time it was when I felt my eyelids becoming heavy.

When I was just about to nod off, I heard my phone vibrate on top of the bedside table next to me, making me jolt awake. I slowly removed Lucien’s arm that was wrapped around me, reaching for my phone to check who texted me, and as I did so… my eyes briefly landed on the time which read seven more minutes before three in the morning.

“Are you done?” It was a message from my sister, Ariana. I sighed, reading her text a few times more.

Slowly, I got up… careful not to wake the man on the bed next to me. I hurriedly slipped into Ariana’s clothes and before I walked out of the room, I stared at Lucien one more time who was sleeping peacefully, my eyes filled with admiration for how perfect his face and body were. I couldn’t believe he was inside me a few hours ago, giving me pleasure, making me a real woman.

I took a few deep breaths and gathered my belongings before forcing myself to drag out of the room, trying to ignore the ache I was feeling between my thighs due to what happened last night.

“What took you so long?” Immediately after I quietly slammed the door behind me, I was greeted by Ariana’s irate voice.

“Did you do it?”

“Yes…” I responded as I studied her from head to toe. She was wearing a black cap on her head, hiding her blonde hair in it with dark sunglasses and a face mask to cover her face. It was her idea for the two of us to wear the same outfit so that when Lucien woke up, he wouldn’t be confused about why I had changed into a different dress. “He’s still sleeping…”

“Good! You can leave now,” she commanded, straightening up from leaning against the wall and when she was just about to open the door, I moved to block her way.

“Wait!” I grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Where’s the money?”

She forcibly brushed away my hand that was holding her wrist and pushed me before removing the things covering her face and flinging them on me.

As I studied her face, I felt like I was staring at the reflection of myself. She looked exactly like me, and the only things that set her apart were her haughty posture and her mysterious air of superiority. Other than that… we were virtually identical.

Because her hair was blonde and mine was black, I had to wear a wig so that her boyfriend wouldn’t recognize me as a different person. Her eyes were brown while mine was amber so I had to wear contacts.

I had to do all of these tasks, to look exactly like her… to copy her… and I even put a hena tattoo just like the scar on her chest to sleep with her boyfriend for the sake of my mother who was in the hospital, and critically right now.

The girl standing in front of me was no other than Ariana Vaughn, my identical twin sister who was older than me by only ten seconds.

However, when we were just four years old… our parents got divorced and the court made a decision to also separate us from each other.

My custody had been given to my mom, and she ended up taken away by dad.

My mother became ill… and I was forced to look for work in order to provide for our day–to–day needs and her medical expenses.

Meanwhile… my father quickly remarried a wealthy woman, and he and my sister both enjoyed the lavish lifestyle they had always desired. From that point on… I had the impression that we would never have to see each other again, but maybe life was simply unfair to decent women like my mother and me.

“It’s not like I would fool you, dear sister…” she said in a sarcastic tone, making me pull my thoughts back to the present, and I almost rolled my eyes at her statement.

“Get the money from dad, not from me! Now, get out of my way! If Lucien finds out about this, it would be game over for you and your mother!”

I moved out of the way to make room for her, but before she could proceed,

she kicked the sunglasses that were lying on the ground in my direction.

“Put those on and get the hell out of here!” she finally entered the room and was about to shut it on my face when I pressed smy palm on it.

“What is it again?!”

“You really ought to pay a visit to mom in the hospital. She’s been really sick and is thinking about you a lot…” my voice was shaking when I remembered my mom always calling for her name when she was asleep.

“I don’t care!” She merely scoffed at me before slamming the door to my face.

I shook my head as I bent down to pick up the cap and dark sunglasses on the ground and put them on.

I gave a brief glance at the door for a moment and smiled bitterly before finally walking off.

Finally stepping out of the hotel and into the heavy snow that blanketed the city, I wasted no time in flagging down a taxi.

“Doctor Henry… I’m begging you to please keep providing treatment for my mother…” As soon as I had made myself comfortable inside the taxi, I dialed the number of my mother’s physician. “Please… I’ll take care of the bill later…”

After he assured me that they wouldn’t stop giving my mom the treatment she needed, that was the only time that I hung up the phone. I was hoping that my mother would finally recover after I got my money from my father.

The payment for sleeping with my sister’s boyfriend.