Echoes of Us

Chapter 16: Choices and Consequences

Amber was in the guest bedroom, pulling on a fresh shirt after a quick shower. She had hoped for a moment of peace, a reprieve from the swirling emotions that had plagued her since the previous night.

But peace was short-lived. The door creaked open, and she turned sharply, clutching the fabric to her chest. There, standing in the doorway, were Asher and Olivia.

"What are you doing?" Amber demanded, her voice sharp, though her heart raced with uncertainty.

Olivia leaned casually against the frame, her gaze unapologetic. "We wanted to talk to you," she said, though her tone suggested far more than words.

Asher stepped closer, his expression unreadable but filled with intensity. "Amber, we couldn't stop thinking about you," he said softly.

Amber's breath hitched as the room seemed to shrink around her. She knew where this was heading, and despite the warning bells in her mind, there was a part of her—a small, dangerous part—that didn't want to stop them.

From the moment Asher's hands closed around her waist, Amber felt a jolt of electricity course through her body. She knew what was coming, the dominant hunger in Asher's eyes leaving no doubt about his intentions. And yet, as he spun her around to face Olivia, she couldn't suppress the thrill that ran down her spine."Look at her, Amber," Asher commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl that sent shivers up her spine. "Take in the sight of Olivia, bound and helpless, aching to be filled."Amber's eyes locked onto Olivia's, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the exquisite tableau before her.

The ropes binding Olivia's wrists and ankles, the flush of arousal staining her cheeks,

the desperate longing in her gaze - it all combined to create an image of raw, erotic vulnerability that left Amber weak in the knees.Asher didn't wait for her to compose herself, his hands grasping her hips with a firm, possessive grip as he positioned her body against Olivia's. "Now, give her what she needs," he ordered, his cock already poised at Amber's entrance, thick and throbbing with need.With a low moan, Amber surrendered to the inevitable, her back arching as Asher drove his length into her with a forcefulness that left her gasping.

Afterward, Amber sat alone in the dim room, wrapped in a blanket and staring blankly at the floor. The weight of what had happened pressed heavily on her chest, threatening to crush her.

She had thought, for a fleeting moment, that it might be exciting or liberating. But now, all she felt was hollow. The shame, regret, and confusion washed over her in waves, each one stronger than the last.

Amber's thoughts spiraled, the enormity of her regret consuming her entirely. She had crossed a line she couldn't uncross, and the reality of it was unbearable. As the night wore on, Amber found herself sinking further into despair, unsure of how to face what she had done—or who she had become.

She knew she needed help but couldn't bring herself to reach out. All she could do was sit in the stillness, wishing for an escape from the pain.