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Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

Brooke was confused. Why would someone moan while they were in restroom? She was about to knock on the door when she heard someone yelling from inside. Afraid that something might have happened, she hastily opened the door and was shocked to her core. One of Greg’s assistants, Ariana Hawkins, was naked and was kissing her fiance, while the said fiance was buried deep inside the woman. Greg had Ariana perched atop the counter in between the basin and the wall. Brooke couldn’t believe her eyes. She stood frozen on the spot. She blinked and shook her head trying to deny whatever was happening in front of her. But no matter how much she tried, the scene remained the same. She wasn’t dreaming th

.Caught Between Two Sisters (10) "Shame, I bet you're hard for me right now aren't you? Picturing my little body naked on your bed? Fûcking myself." Brooke moaned a little louder. "I am." I told her, forgetting where I was. "Oh fuck, I'm so full right now," Brooke moaned out, "I'm fucking my cunt for you baby, do you like that?" "Yes." I told her, putting a bit more pressure onto my cock.

Brooke considered, "Yes, yes I would." It was an exact copy of the position Mason and Rose had put Brooke in that night, Mason behind Rose, thrusting up into her beaten ass roughly as he handled her aching breasts, Brooke's blond head between her legs. The only differences were that Rose was hurting much more than Brooke had, and now she had an audience watching in the form of Christine, wide-eyed as she watched the brutal picture of lust and pain in front of her. As Mason had predicted, once her pussy was over the pain and discomfort, she was aroused and Brooke's now talented tongue brought her to a quick orgasm as Mason split her ass open behind her.

I spat venomously, eliciting a sarcastic laugh from him. He walked over to my side and stood there, towering above me. “With the resources I have, I can make it seem like you have been sleeping with him for a while now. You saw the neat trick I pulled with the texts and video. I can use deepfake to make rather nasty pictures of the two of you in compromising positions. And nobody would have a problem believing me, I am after all the backstabbed ex-husband,” he voiced in a quivering tone.

Since then, the youngest heir to the Vuitton tech fortune released a follow-up video—in clothes this time—apologizing, no doubt attempting to mend ties with the Bass family, whom the Vuittons invest heavily into. Good luck with that. In the video, she—or should I say her lawyer—explains the dangerous prevalence of artificial intelligence and deepfakes, painting Priscella as an innocent victim of some extortionate hacker, who has yet to be unveiled. Let me be the first to say, no one's believing that, Miss Vuitton. Not me, not my readers and especially not tycoons on Silicon Avenue. All of us know the truth... Those pixels were realer than every one of your "orgasms."

The short humorless kind that meant he found something more offensive than funny. I wasn't smiling. He noticed that and stopped. "You're serious," he said. "I'm always serious before eight in the morning." "Xena." He pulled his other earphone out fully and tucked them into his pocket. "You kidnapped my fiancée. There's video evidence. The entire city—" "The video was fabricated." "The video—" "Was fabricated Adrian." I said it slowly like the pace would help. "Deepfake. AI generated. Your team commissioned it from a production company and I have the metadata to prove it."

To her shock, she discovered a tiny tracking device that was almost invisible to the naked eye hidden underneath the diamond. Pia's eyes widened at once as a chill crept into her bones. Then, she burst out laughing. Her sorrowful, self-deprecating laughter gradually turned colder and fainter with each passing second until tears finally rolled into her mouth. As it turned out, everything had been nothing but a facade—Vito's care for her, his sincerity toward her, and even the ring, which was supposed to be a symbol of promise, turned out to be an invisible shackle instead.

she muttered to herself. Brooke was a bit perturbed over what Rick had done, and was aware that, if she wanted, she could probably get him arrested for rape. That thought didn't stay in her mind very long, because it was crowded out by joyful memories of what a great time she had, and how she had come from having her pussy eaten and again from what his big cock did for her after that. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted him to do both again, this time when her senses were not partly dulled by alcohol.

This was the first crack, though he had not named it that at the time, had not named it anything, had simply noticed that something she had said had found a way in through the usual structure and was still there weeks later in a way that no one else's words had managed to be, and he had filed it under *Ava Bennett is annoying* and moved on, except that he had not moved on, not really, because moving on would have required not caring what she thought, and he was beginning to understand, with the slow, reluctant recognition of someone arriving at a conclusion they had been avoiding, that he cared what she thought considerably more than he had ever intended to. His phone buzzed. He picked it up