Page 179 of Brutal Prince

But she can’t, because Marcus catches hold of them with a finger. She struggles for a second before throwing a glassy look over her shoulder. It takes her too long to focus on Marcus, and when she does, she first smiles, and then frowns.

“Whad’ya doin’?” Her frown deepens as Marcus slides onto the bed behind her.

“Hush, princess,” he murmurs.

“He’s passed out,” she declares, still trying to pull up her panties as if she doesn’t realize Marcus is the one keeping them down.

“And the bastard left you high and dry,” Marcus says. He slides a hand up the inside of her thigh, and strokes her. Her eyes stutter closed, and she lets out a low moan. “What kind of gentlemen would let his best friend’s girl go to sleep all horny and shit?”

“Wait, no. Don’t,” Jessica grates, but she’s doing fuck-all to stop him rubbing her clit.

My stomach’s so tight, I’m surprised I haven’t puked yet. I narrow my eyes, not wanting to watch what comes next, but at the same time unable to look away. It’s a car crash. Body parts strewn on the road as haphazard as broken auto parts. And I’m craning my head to see, because I’m horrified and fascinated at the same time.

“No,” Jessica moans, as Marcus shoves his fingers into her. “Please, stop.”

Marcus puts his hand between her shoulder blades, and urges her down onto the bed, doggy style.

His dick is already out, and he positions himself at her entrance, fixed so entirely on his task that he seems to have forgotten about me, the camera, every-fucking-thing except wet, drunk Jessica.

“No. No!”

He thrusts so hard into her that she lets out a hoarse shriek.

It must have hurt like hell — Jessica’s body goes stiff a second before she begins thrashing under Marcus’s hand. He just bends over her, his other hand going to the back of her neck to keep her down as he begins fucking her even harder than before.

When she starts screaming, he grabs a fistful of sheet and shoves it into her mouth.

And, all the while, I’m laying right next to them, passed the fuck out.

I’m frozen where I sit as I watch it all play out. Bitterness floods my mouth, but I keep swallowing it down, forcing it back.

He keeps talking throughout. Princess this, whore that. Slapping and grabbing her ass as he watches his dick sinking into her.

Marcus comes quickly — maybe a minute or two in — while Jessica’s still sobbing around the sheet he used to gag her with. When he pulls out, there’s no mistaking the streaks of blood on his dick.

I sit forward in a rush, blinking hard.

That doesn’t make any sense. I was the one with blood on my dick. That was how I knew I was guilty when Jessica confronted me the next—

Marcus sits back with a long sigh, stroking a last few drops of cum from his dick, and then slaps Jessica’s ass so hard that even her muffled squeal reaches the camera.

Then he looks down, and slowly lifts his hand to study his palm.

His body tightens, and he scrambles off the bed, gaping at his hand.

He didn’t know she was a virgin, and why would he? I never told him that’s why she wasn’t sleeping with me — just that she hadn’t put out yet.

“Fuck,” Marcus’s voice comes through the speaker. “Jesus, fuck.”

Jessica slumps to the side, and yanks the sheet from her mouth with trembling hands. “You fuck!” she says through a sob. But she’s staring at me where I’ve passed out beside her. She thumps my chest with a fist and breaks into a string of sobs.

Marcus moves around to my side of the bed, waiting until Jessica burrows her head in her arm before climbing up beside me.

What. The. Fuck?

He unbuttons my fly with shaking hands.

No.

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