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I don’t want her comments ruining my fantasy with her voice when I have Stormi in my sights.

Letting my tip smooth over Jane’s opening, I watch Stormi turn her neck to take me in again. And in one hard thrust, I impale myself into Jane.

I don’t hide the groan that escapes my lips as I slowly inch out before going in for more.

“A revenge fuck would feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” I quip, hating that I need this right now, to look at my enemy to get off. To want her as my main focus. To admire her while I imagine that I’m fucking her and not the woman underneath me.

Jane mutters something, but I ignore her. I’m too locked in on Stormi’s eyes that are speaking volumes to me.

It’s hate.

Disgust.

“Tell me what I want to know,” I bargain. “And I’ll make it so good for you.” I pull my cock from Jane and rise, not able to handle this shit anymore. “Stay here and don’t move.”

My voice is terse, not the normal shit Jane is used to hearing, but I slam the door behind me the moment I’m inside the room—alone—with Stormi.

Her eyes enlarge as I loom closer, my hard cock in my hand as I stroke it once just to tease my own damn self.

“Is it as big as his?”

I have zero clue why I just asked that.

But my balls tighten as Stormi continues to keep me and my dick in her sights. My fingers tingle to just give in and touch her.

I want one taste.

I want her to taste me.

“Why did you do it?” I ask, even though her mouth is gagged. “Why did you have to be on the wrong side, sweetheart?”

Her eyes close, and I imagine it’s because I’m inside her.

“Open them,” I order off a rattled exhale. “Because I’m going to come, and you’re going to watch me.”

She doesn’t.

“Or I’ll kill off your daddy, baby.”

On cue and off my sad need of wanting me in her line of sight, I rub my length harder, and she watches. Even feet away, I can see something glaze over in her blues.

It could be pure repugnance, a curiosity of how this is going to end or fervor for the shit playing out in front of her.

Regardless, I’ll never know.

Stormi lets out a moan, and I come, the simple sound of her voice almost sending me to my knees.

I’m more fucked up than I thought.

I just gave myself a handjob in front of the beauty who almost drowned my sister.

A wave of fury slams into my gut because I let her in when I have a now confused lookalike outside this room ready to fuck and who isn’t down for taking out my family.

Stormi’s expression mirrors mine, except it’s still mixed with fear.

We’re repulsed by each other, but I think I win that battle.

I’ve never gone so far as to do this with anyone else in my life, and now I have to live with it.

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