Page 74 of The Moral Dilemma

When she made her way back home, the happiness she’d displayed earlier was long gone, and Lucero was quick to notice.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she brought dinner inside.

“I fucked up, Lulu,” Noelle whispered before she simply burst into tears. She ended up telling Lucero everything; how she’d gone to him at night while he’d been on drugs and how they’d made love until dawn.

“And he doesn’t remember?”

Noelle shook her head.

“He doesn’t remember anything, Lulu. And I knew he wouldn’t. Of course I knew.” She gave a dry laugh. “I knew and I still did it.”

“Noelle…”

“You don’t have to tell me. I know,” she gulped down. “I was selfish. I was fucking selfish and now I’m paying the price because he’s never going to remember what we shared.”

“Why don’t you tell him the truth then?”

“Now? After what I’ve done?” She turned her horrified gaze to Lucero. “He’ll hate me even more.”

“You don’t know that. He understood it last night. He’ll understand it sober too.”

“I can’t… Not yet. Maybe when we leave here. But until then… My God, Lulu. I really fucked things up, didn’t I?”

“I’m sure he will forgive you. He loves you—I know he does. If you explain everything there’s no way he won’t understand.”

“I hope you’re right. But even so… He won’t remember,” she uttered hopelessly.

Lucero sat down next to her, hugging her and letting her cry.

She cried for minutes on end as her guilt and her regrets surged to the surface.

She’d been wicked. And she would pay the price for it.

“Here, have some tea. This should help you calm down a little,” Lucero said as she brought a cup to her.

“Thank you,” Noelle strained a smile.

“Was it… good?” her friend asked tentatively.

Noelle knew immediately what Lucero was referring to, and she nodded, a blush staining her features.

“It was so good, Lulu,” she sighed. “More so than I could have ever imagined. And now I’m the only one who remembers.”

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His fingers dug into her ribcage as she tightened her arms around him. Her breath was out of control as she felt her orgasm overtake her. He continued fucking her, each thrust more powerful than the one before until she felt him shudder against her, spilling himself deep into her body.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned in her ear.

“I’m not the only one who’s hot.” She winked at him as she climbed off his lap. The hour was nearing for her to leave, yet as always, she found herself reluctant to.

Raf leaned back on his elbows, his eyes almost black as he watched her search for her clothing.

“Come here,” he said as she picked up her dress from the floor.

Noelle raised her brows at him but complied, going to his side. She thought he was going to give her another kiss before it was time to leave, but he surprised her by throwing her on the bed and nestling between her spread legs.

“This,” he said as he traced the seam of her sore sex. His cum was leaking out of her and running down her thighs. “I love watching you like this,” he murmured as he brought a finger to her opening, pushing his seed back inside her. “I love knowing you always carry me with you. That you’re marked with my essence.”

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