𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐞

Him

Rhea's Pov:

The room was drenched in an oppressive silence, the kind that makes your skin crawl. I stared at the mirror, my heart racing as a cold shiver slid down my spine. "What the hell is happening?" I whispered to myself, eyes darting around, half expecting the room to morph into something monstrous. Just then, a chilling whisper slid through the air, "You haven't seen the last of me."

This morning should've felt normal, the sunlight kissing my skin through the window, but as I stretched and let the blanket fall away, a wave of dread washed over me. My heart pounded as I looked down, realizing I was completely naked, and the wetness between my legs was undeniable. Panic gripped me. What the hell happened? I wasn't... was I? No, it can't be. My mother's just in the next room. There's no way...

But as I tried to piece it together, fragments of last night's dream began to replay in my mind—dark, twisted, and disturbingly vivid. My heart raced faster. What did I dream about? And why does it feel like it wasn't just a dream? And cherry on top my vibrating didlo was right beside me.

Last Night

I found myself clad in red lingerie that barely concealed my body, the fabric teasingly sheer and provocatively cut. The deep red lipstick I wore accentuated the fullness of my lips, and my makeup was perfectly done, highlighting my features in a way that felt almost too tempting. My cleavage was on full display, begging to be touched, explored, ravished.

There was a thrill coursing through me, a dangerous excitement that pulsed in my veins. The air was thick with anticipation as I looked down at myself, feeling the heat building between my thighs. My thoughts were a swirling mix of desire and impatience. Who was I waiting for? Whoever it was, I was ready—more than ready.

I slid my panties down, letting them drop to the floor with a soft whisper of fabric. My fingers found their way to my most sensitive spot, the tension there nearly unbearable. I started slowly, teasing myself with light, tentative touches that sent shivers down my spine. The room was empty, yet I felt eyes on me, the presence of someone who wanted me as much as I wanted them.

As I began to touch myself more earnestly, my thoughts inevitably drifted to him—Kabir. His image filled my mind, his strong hands, his intense gaze. It was almost as if I could feel him there, his hands replacing mine, his fingers moving with expert precision. The fantasy was so vivid, so real, that I could almost hear his breath, feel his warmth against my skin.

"Aaah—faster," I whispered, my voice a breathless plea. I imagined him there with me, driving me higher and higher, pushing me closer to the edge with every stroke. My body responded to the fantasy, arching, trembling, the pleasure building until it was nearly too much to bear.

The line between dream and reality blurred, the sensations overwhelming me. I was lost in the moment, lost in him, every touch, every movement driving me to the brink. It was intoxicating, exhilarating, and I never wanted it to end.

My eyes shot open, and I jolted upright in bed, gasping for breath. My body was damp with sweat, and I quickly realized why—my left hand was still between my legs, fingers slick and trembling.

"Aaaah—just thinking about Kabir fucking me..." I moaned, the remnants of the dream still pulsing through me, leaving me breathless and flushed. The intensity of it all lingered, making it hard to distinguish where the fantasy ended and reality began.

I didn't stopped there i continued to finger fuck myself like a whore. After few more animalistic thrust i hit my G-Spot. a loud moan crossed my lips."Aaahh- Kabir" I tried to suppress my moans while putting my right hand on my mouth.

Oh fuck this feels so wrong i need to stop this now. I was near. I wish i had him fucking me. my thoughts were disturbed by a phone call.

the caller identity was unknown. my left hand was still in my pussy. i checked the time on my phone and it was 2 am. so i just picked up the phone. wait. what if it's dad or kai? shit if they hear my tiring sound they would get to know--