Page 72 of Sin With Me

It’s because of that fact that I nearly lose my battle with touching my own cock. The urge to rip it from my jeans and satisfy the ache deep inside me rides me hard, but Chase’s next words rid me of the impulse.

“Click that button at the top,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my cheek from how close he’s sitting. I bat his face away, but he ignores me. “It’s videos, man. Hurry up. I’m seconds from jizzing in my fucking jeans. It’s like you’re edging me.”

Groaning, I move to click the button he indicated but freeze on the spot. My eyes shift from the dildo her tight little pussy is straining to accommodate and land on her breasts once more.

Pinching the screen, I bring the phone closer to my face to get a better look. My body stiffens as the air is yanked from my lungs. My head spins with the force of it all, the realization equivalent to being struck by a semi-truck.

I’d recognize that birthmark anywhere.

“It’s her.” The words tumble from my lips without my permission, but I can’t take them back. I can barely move or think.

My eyes remain locked on the heart-shaped mark just above the woman’s left nipple. It’s dark enough to be unmistakable but hidden enough to remain a secret.

From everyone except me. Because I am the one who spent hours staring at her body. I am the one who worshiped it like it—like she deserved to be worshiped. I am the one who traced that adorable little spot with the pad of my fingers, then again with my tongue, memorized it. Committing the imagery to my brain for eternity.

“What?” Chase grunts, trying to snatch the phone back. I shift, moving it out of reach as my grip tightens, nearly shattering the screen. “Dude.”

“It’s Eve,” I murmur, swallowing thickly. What the fuck? What’s happening right now? There’s no way. No fucking way. My Eve—

No.

Not my Eve.

Not anymore.

Maybe not ever.

But…she wouldn’t do this. She wouldn’t fucking dare.

Chase barks out a loud laugh and shoves me. “Bro, come on. You’re just seeing what you wanna see.” He shakes his head and moves to snatch the phone up again. “Trust me. I’d know.”

My fingers release the screen and I quickly flick the button, switching the profile to her video collection.

I have to know for sure.

I have to.

The first video is one of her in that same sexy school girl uniform I’d been gawking at only minutes ago. I click the sound controls on the side of the phone, turning it up as loud as it can go, but it’s still hard to hear beneath the pulsing beat of the music.

Or maybe that’s just my heartbeat.

“Do you like the way I touch myself?” she breathes, her words like an icy bath over my burning skin.

I watch with horror and rage like I’ve never known before as she drifts those delicate fingers over her sternum, down her ribcage before slipping them beneath her skirt. I can just make out the way she tilts her head, letting two golden blonde, curly pigtails fall in long streams down her chest. They almost reach her belly button, granting me the perfect view.

It’s her. I know it is. I’d know that fucking hair anywhere.

“Do you want me to touch my pussy, Daddy?”

I can’t help the way my already throbbing cock jerks at that. Fucking hell. I suck in a sharp breath, reminding me that I’ve been holding all the air tightly in my lungs.

“That’s not her voice, Ro,” Chase says, this time more delicately.

With a snarl, I shove the phone next to his ear, forcing him to understand the chaos raging inside me. He grins at me, listening to her sultry murmur.

But then she laughs and Chase pales.

My gut sinks at the confirmation. I knew it.

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