Atlas guided me to the plush leather couch with gentle hands, his touch a stark contrast to the brutality I'd just endured, easing me down like I was fragile glass.

"Who the fuck hurt you like this, Ella?" he demanded, kneeling in front of me, his eyes scanning the bruises blooming on my throat and cheek, his jaw clenching like steel. "Tell me now, those marks look fresh as hell."

I swallowed hard, my voice cracking. "Zack and Zade... they found out I let you fuck me two days ago. Said I belonged to them, their cocksleeve. They... they railed me on the couch, double-teamed every hole, then dragged me out naked. They disowned me. Even Mom cut me off, called me a disgrace."

His face twisted into pure fury, the veins bulging in his neck as he shot to his feet. "Those stepbrother pricks? I'll fucking end them, Ella. God, I regret leaving you for that model bitch every goddamn day. You were my everything, innocent and pure... I was a stupid fuck."

Tears stung my eyes as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering. "You're safe here." He stood, disappearing into the kitchen, returning with a cool glass of water that I sipped shakily.

Then, a naked slim blonde bombshell sauntered in, all perky B-cups, shaved pussy glistening, long legs endless. She draped herself over Atlas, planting a deep, tongue-twisting kiss right on his mouth, moaning softly as her hands roamed his abs.

I wasn't jealous, just gutted, a fresh knife-twist in my chest.

Atlas pulled back slightly, glancing at me with awkward guilt. "Ella, this is Lena, my fiancée. Our wedding's next week."

The words hit like a sledgehammer. Fiancée? After he wrecked my pussy on that piano, claimed me as his? I was a whore now, holes stretched and leaking from brothers and exes, but even innocent back then, he'd dumped me like trash.

Being pure got me discarded; being a cum-dump got me fucked and forgotten. What the fuck wins love?

I forced a brittle smile, my throat tight. "Congrats... she's stunning."

Lena smirked, sauntering to the opposite couch, flopping back and spreading her toned legs wide, pink pussy lips parting slickly. "Missed you, baby," she purred, her fingers dipping into her wet slit, rubbing her swollen clit in slow circles, juices smearing her thighs. "C'mere, eat this pussy like you own it."

Atlas hesitated, his eyes flicking to me, hurt mirroring mine, but dropped to his knees between her legs anyway. "Fuck, Lena..." He dove in, his tongue lashing her clit hungrily, slurping her nectar with wet, obscene smacks that filled the room. She arched, grinding her cunt on his face, her fingers tangled in his dark hair. "Yes, Atlas, suck my clit harder, tongue-fuck my hole!"

I couldn't look away, transfixed, my own pussy clenching traitorously and heart fracturing as his head bobbed, his lips shiny with her arousal, her moans escalating to screams. "Deeper, baby, make me squirt before your broken ex watches!"

Tears blurred my vision, but my nipples hardened under the crop top, my body betraying the agony ripping through me. Why her? Why not me?

Atlas groaned into Lena's dripping cunt like a starving man, his tongue flattened, broad and flat against her throbbing clit, lapping in firm, relentless strokes that made her hips buck wildly. "Fuck, Lena, squirt in my mouth, baby, drown me in that sweet pussy juice," he begged between slurps, his voice muffled and desperate, his hands gripping her ass cheeks to spread her wider. "Give it to me, baby, flood my throat!"

Lena's back arched off the couch, her fingers clawing the cushions as she screamed, "Yes, Atlas... oh god, drink my squirt, you filthy man!" Her pussy convulsed, her clit pulsing under his tongue, and she exploded, a gushing torrent of hot squirt spraying straight into his open mouth. He gulped it down greedily, Adam's apple bobbing, some splashing his chin and dripping onto the floor in shiny puddles. "Mmm, so fucking good," he moaned, not missing a drop, sucking her spasming hole clean before flipping her over onto all fours like a ragdoll.

Without pause, he buried his face in her ass crack, his tongue spearing her tight pink pucker aggressively, rimming her asshole with savage laps and thrusts.

"This ass is mine forever," he growled, spitting on her hole before drilling his tongue deep, fucking it in and out while fingering her squirted pussy roughly, three digits churning her gushy walls. Lena wailed, pushing back, "Eat that shithole, baby, tongue-fuck my ass till I cum again!" He mauled her cheeks, biting the flesh.

I watched from the couch, my eyes stinging with hot tears carving tracks down my cheeks.

Why couldn't he love only me? Why touch her like that, marry her, when he'd just claimed my womb two days ago? My heart splintered watching his sunflower eyes roll back in bliss from her ass-taste, his hands worshipping her slim perfection while I sat broken and discarded.

He stood up, yanking down his sweats to free his massive wrist-thick cock, veined and oozing pre-cum. "Need to fuck you now, Lena, bend over more." She obeyed, and he slammed balls-deep into her pussy from behind, the couch shaking with his brutal thrusts.

"Take this dick, princess, your tight cunt owns me!" Each plunge made her tits jiggle, her moans a symphony of ecstasy: "Harder, wreck my hole before the wedding!" He pounded mercilessly, his balls slapping her clit.

He pulled out to ram her ass next, stretching her pucker wide around his girth. "Ass-fuck your bride-to-be," she begged, and he did, churning her guts until she squirted again, screaming through another orgasm.

Finally, he looked up mid-thrust, locking eyes with me over her arched back, a cruel smirk curling his cum-smeared lips. "Ella, go to the guest bedroom down the hall. Stay the week, attend our wedding. Watch me make her mine forever."

I nodded numbly, tears flowing freely. I staggered up on wobbly legs and shuffled to the guest room. The door clicked shut behind me as their fuck-sounds echoed, his grunts, her wails, the wet slap of flesh claiming a future I could never have.

Curled on the bed, I sobbed into the pillow.

On the wedding day, sunlight poured over the garden like molten gold, turning the whole scene into a cruel fairy tale. I lingered at the back, my black dress clinging to my skin like a second layer of regret, watching Atlas in his sharp tuxedo, those sunflower eyes now fixed on Lena, wrapped in white lace. The officiant blathered about undying love, and they recited vows.

Atlas's voice was gravelly, promising to "cherish her, protect her," Lena purring back about "forever legacy." Lies, all of it, twisting like knives in my gut.

They signed the marriage certificate next, gold pens gliding over creamy paper amid polite applause from the elite crowd, sealing their sham. Then he slipped that massive diamond onto her finger, his lips brushing her knuckles tenderly.

Their first dance started under twinkling lights, his hands possessive on her tiny waist, her cheek nuzzled into his chest, their bodies melting together as violins swelled. Guests cheered, clapping like seals as confetti burst around them. Rage exploded in my chest, hot and blinding. I couldn't breathe. Stomping away in my heels, I shoved through the crowd to the balcony, city lights sprawling below like an indifferent void, slamming the glass door behind me.

Rough hands seized my hips from behind, yanking me flush against his solid heat, his tuxedo jacket rumpled, his breath ragged on my neck. "Ella, stop," he growled, fingers bruising my flesh.

I whirled, shoving his chest futilely. "Why, Atlas? Why marry her after you fucked me senseless two days ago? After you said I was yours?"

He trapped me against the cold railing, his eyes wild with conflict. "I love her, Ella. She's everything, pure and perfect."

"Bullshit!" I snarled, tears spilling down my cheeks. "You're full of shit!"

His mouth slammed onto mine, his tongue thrusting deep, tasting of champagne and betrayal. I slapped him across the face. "Why kiss me now? You just swore your life to her!"

Atlas's cheek reddened, but he laughed, stepping closer. "Business, baby. Her father's merger hands me the company on a platter. I don't love that skinny bitch.. never did. It's you. Always you. Your wrecked holes, your broken tears... I need to fuck you right now, claim what's mine one last time."

My heart fractured, fury melting into aching want. "Then do it. Make me feel something real."

He spun me around, bunching my dress up to my waist, tearing my thong clean off with a rip.

His cock prodded my slick entrance before driving in slow at first, stretching me inch by agonizing inch until he bottomed out, cockhead kissing my cervix like a brutal promise.

"Fuck, Ella... so goddamn tight, even after those stepbrothers ruined you," he groaned, his hands vise-like on my hips.

Then he thrusts, each one plunging balls-deep, grinding that fat head against my womb's entrance, sending shocks of pain-laced pleasure ripping through me. I sobbed openly, tears streaming down my cheeks, heart shattering into shards as he fucked me like a man possessed, his hips snapping with wet, obscene slaps, his balls smacking my ass rhythmically.

"Harder, Atlas.. wreck me!" I gasped, pushing back, my pussy clenching greedily around his pistoning shaft.

"God, yes.. feel that? My cock owning your sloppy cunt, battering this cervix till you break," he rasped, one hand snaking around to rub my swollen clit in furious circles, the other yanking my hair to arch my back.

He went deeper with every savage drive, stretching me to my limits, juices squirting out around his girth, soaking our thighs. My body betrayed me, my pussy fluttering wildly as orgasms crashed one after another, gushing floods that made him growl. "Squirt for me, you heartbroken slut."

I wailed, sobbing harder, "Why can't it be me forever? Why shove me aside?" Emotions choked me as he hammered faster, his cock swelling impossibly thicker, his veins pulsing against my walls.

"Cuz you're my dirty secret, now take my cum!" He roared, burying to the hilt, his cockhead flaring against my cervix as he erupted, thick ropes blasting straight into my womb, flooding me hot and sticky. Pulse after pulse, he pumped me full, groaning my name like a prayer.

But as he softened, reality crashed back. He yanked out roughly, cum gushing down my trembling legs in creamy rivers. His eyes hardened. "Enough. Get out, Ella. Don't ruin my night."