Page 178 of Brutal Prince

My jaw’s aching how I’m gritting my teeth, but I’m past the point of ending the video.

What happened to Jessica was all my fault. I will watch every second Marcus recorded and live with the torturous consequences of having that night forever etched in my mind.

It’s the least I deserve.

I expect Marcus to leave, now that it’s been made apparent I don’t want him there. I guess that’s what I thought back then too, in my drunken haze.

Marcus takes a step back, turning a little as if considering. It’s impossible not to notice the erection tenting the front of his jeans. And as if he just became aware of it himself, he runs a hand over his groin, flattening his dick against himself as if suddenly embarrassed that we made him horny.

On the bed, Jessica starts moaning as I stick a hand under her skirt. But I’m slowing down, my movements becoming clumsy and heavy-handed. She hisses as I begin fingering her, and then squirms out from under me.

“You’re hurtin’ me.” Her tits bounce as she sits up and runs her hands through her hair. Her face is slack from alcohol, her mouth a sloppy, unhappy crescent.

Marcus is still in the shot, but he’s still as a statue — perhaps not wanting to draw our attention to the fact that he’s still in the room.

“Sorry, babe,” I mutter, pushing up so I’m on my knees. “Lemme make it up to you, yeah?”

I grab her hips and drag her closer, and then I flip her around. She arches and lets out a low moan as I squeeze her tits, kissing her neck until she’s writhing against me.

My voice comes through on the camera, but it’s unintelligible. Marcus looks at the camera, his mouth opening like a naughty kid who’s just heard his first swear word, and then he does the unthinkable. He takes his fucking dick out of his jeans and begins jerking off.

I thumb my eyes closed and sit back in the chair, forcing back nausea. I’ve known Marcus since we were kids, but I never thought he’d be capable of doing something like this.

But I can’t stop watching now. Because, up to this point, Jessica gave me full consent.

What if I didn’t rape her? What if she let me take her virginity, and then had a change of heart in the morning?

It won’t bring her back, but it might make those fucking nightmares stop, knowing I’m not guilty.

The bedsprings start shifting, and I make myself open my eyes.

I hold my hand out to block Marcus from the video so I don’t have to witness him getting off from a few feet away while I screw Jessica.

Except…I’ve still got my jeans on.

Jessica’s skirt is off, her panties tangled around her knees, but all I’m doing is finger fucking her.

I lean forward in my seat and go to skip the video ahead.

I fold over Jessica’s back.

My hand freezes an inch from the laptop’s touchpad.

Here it is.

This is where she yells at me to stop, and I don’t.

I slide my hands down Jessica’s ass, and ease her open. Marcus chose a perfect spot on the mantel — if the light in the room hadn’t been so dim, this would have made a pretty decent porn flick.

But instead of taking out my dick and shoving it into her, I slide off her and onto the mattress.

Passed out?

I press both hands to the desk’s cool metal surface, biting the inside of my cheek as Marcus stops jerking off.

On the bed, Jessica arches her back and makes a crooning sound. When she seems to realize I’m not trying to mount her like a wild animal, she glances to the side and sees me laying on my back, one hand on my chest the other flung out, chest already rising and falling in steady sleep.

She straightens on her knees, giggling, and tries to tug her underwear up her thighs.

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