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High-pitched moans filled the room, sharp and broken as the girl fucked North back just as hard as he was fucking her. “Oh god, North—fuck! Fuck, don’t stop, please, don’t—” Her voice cracked as her back arched off the couch.

“I’m so close,” she sobbed. I wish I could say she was faking it, but it was clear enough by her red face and glazed over expression that she wasn’t—and if that wasn’t enough to convince me, the obscene wet sounds of their bodies slapping together probably would’ve explained as much.

“More, give me more, North,” she pleaded, moving her fingers down to his cock. My eyes dropped before I could stop them, and my lungs forgot how to work. “You’re so fucking thick. Give me all of it.”

Jesus, he was thick. Her body was barely able to take it. I could see how it was stretching to try to accommodate him, and in all honesty, I probably would’ve been screaming a hell of a lot louder in her position. North’s cock was slick with her arousal, and even from where I was standing, I could tell he wasn’t giving her all of it. Every punishing thrust was wet and obscene, but there was a solid inch he kept out of her. A very, very solid inch.

His hands gripped her thighs so tightly I could see the white of his knuckles, holding her in place as he fucked her like he owned her.

“Fuck—oh fuck, I’m coming—I’m—” The blonde’s body seized as a strangled scream tore from her throat, her legs shaking as her pussy clenched around him.

North didn’t stop.

I should have turned around. I should have left. But I couldn’t. My feet felt glued to the floor, my chest heaving, my body warm. Shame and shock twisted together in my gut.

And then his eyes found mine, and everything stopped.

Blue-gray and piercing, his intense stare locked onto mine like a predator sizing up its prey. His lips curled into a slow, arrogant smirk, and he didn’t pull out. If anything, his movements slowed, became more deliberate, as if to make sure I caught every second of it.

Squeals came from the blonde as she looked down between her legs, then threw her head back against the couch cushion with a whine.

“Enjoying yourself?” he drawled, his voice low and mocking, dripping with smugness.

The blonde whimpered, her body still trembling as North pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her orgasm. Before I could even blink, he gripped her by her curls, hauling her up until her lips were inches from his cock.

“Suck,” he ordered, his voice deep and rumbling. His eyes didn’t leave mine, and I didn’t dare look down to confirm exactly how big he was.

She obeyed without hesitation, taking him into her mouth as a low groan rumbled from his chest. His head tilted back slightly, but his eyes stayed on me, watching every inch of my reaction as her lips slid over him.

I couldn’t breathe. My body betrayed me, heat pooling low in my stomach, and North noticed. His smirk deepened, dark and knowing, as he tangled his fingers in her hair, pushing her mouth further down his length.

“That’s it, swallow me deep,” he murmured to her while the room filled with her choking gags. “You’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you?” he purred, his eyes filled with promise. “Like it’s the best cock you’ve ever had, right, Quinn?”

The sound of my name was sharp, cutting through the haze in my head.

I stumbled back, my shoulder hitting the door frame with a thud. My legs moved on autopilot, carrying me up the stairs and into my room before my brain could catch up. I slammed the door shut, pressing my back against it as I slid to the floor.

My chest heaved, my hands shaking as I pressed them over my face, trying to block out the images burned into my mind.

North. My fucking step-brother. His smirk, the way his abs clenched on every thrust. The smell. God, I knew sex had a smell, but it wasn’t supposed to make me hot. I wasn’t supposed to be turned on by… by my step-brother. And he… he wasn’t supposed to look at me like he knew exactly what I was feeling—I wasn’t supposed to feel anything.

“What the fuck just happened?” I whispered, my voice cracking.

But there was no escaping it. No running from the shame burning in my chest or the heat clinging to my skin like a second layer. North had seen everything.

And worse, so had I.

***

I don’t know how long I sat there on the floor, staring at nothing. My mind replayed everything on a loop—the sound of her moans, the wet slaps of their bodies, and the way North’s eyes burned through me like he’d planned for me to see.

My cheeks flushed hot again, and I pressed my hands harder over my face, like I could block it all out. I didn’t know what to feel—anger, shame, confusion. All of it tangled in my chest, leaving me shaking.

A knock on the door shattered the silence, and I jumped. My heart slammed against my ribs, panic flaring as my head snapped toward the sound. For a terrifying second, I thought it was him—standing there, smirking, ready to mock me more.

But then Mom’s voice drifted through. “Quinn? Honey, can we come in?”

I exhaled sharply, my pulse still racing. “Yeah,” I called, trying to steady my voice.

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