Marcus stands at the foot of the bed, already pulling his shirt off. Tall, muscled, the arrogant action-star who plays the jealous rival in our GL drama. His eyes rake over me—spread out, tank top shoved up, shorts yanked to the side, Sophia’s fingers still buried knuckle-deep in my p***y.
“f**k,” he growls. “She’s prettier when she’s getting ruined.”
I try to close my legs. Sophia slaps my thigh hard. “Keep them open, slut. Marcus has been waiting for this too.”
“Please,” I whimper. “Both of you—stop. This isn’t what I—”
Marcus climbs onto the bed. His hand wraps around my throat, not choking, just holding me down while Sophia keeps finger-f*****g me. “You came to her room at night wearing almost nothing. Don’t act like you didn’t know what would happen.”
He leans in and kisses me br
