Page 177 of Brutal Prince

Until I ruined her. Until I broke her so badly that no one could put her back together again.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and move to close the laptop lid. I can’t watch anymore. Just thinking about what comes next sickens me—

From the laptop comes the unmistakable sound of a door closing. And then Marcus speaks. What he says makes my eyes shoot open and sends a flood of bitter bile into my mouth.

“Give the birthday boy a goodnight kiss.”

“What?” Jessica says, laughing. “Get out, Marcus.”

“Come on. One for the camera, princess.”

“Fine,” she says through a sigh, but sounds only too happy to comply. The camera jolts. Light blooms and then Marcus’s arm retreats behind the lens again. The lamp on the nightstand throws a golden aura over the bed. I perch unsteadily on the edge of Marcus’s mattress, my bare feet on the floor and my knees wide apart, and drag Jessica onto my lap.

She straddles me clumsily, her back to Marcus as he moves away from the bed. Her skirt rides up her thighs when she leans in to kiss me, both of us swaying like reeds in a high wind. She seems to have forgotten all about Marcus as our kiss deepens. I grab her ass, dragging her hard against me. When she mewls into my mouth, Marcus steps to the side to get a better shot.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs.

Cold sludge slides down my back as my lips slowly part.

On the video, my hands move clumsily as I try to take off Jessica’s shirt. I end up tangling it in her arms, and she starts giggling uncontrollably as I struggle to undress her.

The video blurs and then settles. Marcus’s face obscures the shot, a pale smudge until he steps back.

My hands clench into fists. Marcus’s pupils are crowding out his irises. It can’t just be the low light in the room causing that — that must have been the coke and shit he was on that night.

“Marcus to the rescue,” he whispers to the camera, his mouth inching into a coy smile. He points at the camera. “Who’s the greatest wingman ever?” He points at himself with his thumb. “I am, and don’t you ever forget that, bro.”

He grins, smooths down his hair with his hands, and spins around to face me and Jessica on the bed. Creeping up behind her, he slides his hands under her shirt and pulls it over her head.

She doesn’t even seem to notice it wasn’t me undressing her. With her eyes shut and her body arching against mine, she looks lost in the moment.

And so am I. My hands move to her bra, but Marcus brushes them away and unhooks it for me. I claw the straps from her shoulders, baring her tits, and Marcus draws the lacy bra out between us and tosses it on the floor.

He should have left then. I could have stomached all of this, up to this point. He was high, so he thought he would help me. It was all innocent.

But what comes next makes my skin grow cold.

He moves up against Jessica’s back and starts kissing the side of her neck. Her moan reaches the camera, but then cuts off abruptly when she snaps out of her trance and leans to the side to get away from Marcus’s mouth.

“Wha’ ya doin’?” she demands sulkily.

My eyes open, but it seems all I care about is making out with Jessica. If I see Marcus past her shoulder, I don’t seem to notice, seem to care.

I slide my hands up Jessica’s neck and draw her back for a kiss. She struggles and breaks free. “Get out, Marcus!”

“Yeah, Marcus,” comes my slurred voice as I kiss Jessica’s throat. “Get out.”

“Is that any way to treat your wingman?” Marcus slides his hands down Jessica’s waist, and she arches away from his touch and deeper into mine.

“Marcus,” she says, her voice dropping in pitch.

“Shh, princess.” Marcus swipes her hair off her shoulder and plants another kiss on her skin.

“Briar, tell him to get out,” she whines.

Instead, I grab her ass and throw her onto her back on the bed.

Because I never was a gentleman, was I? Whenever I got hard back then, I couldn’t think about anything except what I wanted to stick my dick into. It had been Jessica for months already, and I’d been more than fucking patient.

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