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Right there, I just needed him right there.

“Here?” he purred, pushing his weight against me, one hand pulling a leg up higher until the penetration was that much deeper.

“Fuck,” I hissed, arching my back. There was something about him being half-clothed and desperate that really made it all that much better. His zipper brushed my bare skin, and I heard how slick I was over the sound of slapping skin.

“North,” I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as he ripped my dress just to pull my breasts free so he could suck on my nipples. His hips didn’t slow, and the combined sensations made me breathless. I barely noticed when he grabbed his phone, placing it somewhere near my head. The click of it against the wood of the nightstand barely registered as he lifted my hips higher, spreading me wider, burying himself deeper.

“Tell me, Quinn,” he rasped, his grip tightening. “Tell me you’re my pretty little slut. Tell me you’ll do anything for a thick cock.”

My mind spun, caught in the whirlwind of sensation and humiliation. My body softened for him, arching into him, chasing something I couldn’t name. The shame burned, hot and suffocating, but the pleasure drowned it out, tangled it into something unrecognizable.

“I—” My voice caught, weak, unsure. He thrust harder, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room, and my resolve crumbled.

“I’m your pretty little slut,” I whispered, the words barely audible, but enough for him.

“Louder,” he demanded, his teeth grazing my jaw. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m your pretty little slut,” I gasped, my voice breaking, my body giving in, and my mind slipping into that dangerous place where only his touch mattered.

“That’s right,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine, his breath ragged. “My pretty little slut. And I’m going to fill this perfect pussy, right? Gonna leave you dripping and used because it’s what you deserve.”

The words were filthier than anything he’d ever said to me before, rough and cutting, but instead of recoiling, I shattered around him, my release ripping through me in waves.

“Fucking say it, Quinn,” he snarled, pushing his weight onto me as he kissed my neck.

I moaned, my legs trembling where he’d wrapped them around his hips.

Sharp teeth bit into my ear, tugging it gently, and I squealed.

“That’s it, rabbit. Scream it to the whole world. Tell them you’re my little cum-slut.” He dipped his head against my collarbone and whispered, the words vulgar and obscene, “Tell them, I’m going to breed this pussy. Make my little stepsister have my baby.”

Oh, God!

My nails dug into his back, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I neared the edge again. “Y-yes,” I choked out. “Fill me, North. Please, I need you to fill me.”

This was so fucking wrong, but thank fucking god I was on birth control because I definitely wanted to explore that kink more.

“Fuck,” North groaned, his grip on me bruising as he thrust deep one last time, a sharp, guttural sound tearing from his throat as he emptied himself inside me, grinding against me, forcing me to take every drop as his cock softened.

I moaned, shuddering further at how sensitive I felt.

He pulled away and liquid spilled out of me in the most shameful way, but I ignored it, trying to figure out why his warmth vanishing so suddenly left me cold. The sheets clung to my sweat-damp skin as I blinked up at him, dazed, sated, confused.

“North?” I whispered, my hands dropping to my pussy. We’d left a wet spot on the bed that made my cheeks flame, and I squirmed as I thought about how the hell we were going to clean it. But I quickly became distracted as North picked up his phone and frowned, not even bothering to zip his pants before he headed for the door. “Where are you going?”

His expression changed as he looked at me. The heat in his eyes was gone, replaced by something unreadable, something distant. He adjusted his jeans, fastened his belt, and then—

“Stay here for a minute. I’ll be back.”

My stomach twisted. “Stay here?”

He didn’t answer, didn’t even look at me as he walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

I sat up slowly, my legs shaky, my body aching. Something felt… off. North had never been soft with me, never gentle, but there had always been something underneath his roughness—something real.

Not tonight.

A pit formed in my stomach as I reached for the sleeves of my dress, slipping them back on with trembling fingers. It was ripped, and there was a mirror nearby that only emphasized how roughly I’d been fucked. I looked used, with messy hair and lips swollen from his kisses. Nothing I did to fix it hid anything.

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