My Stepbrother's Fated Nemesis
The dull heiress of The Morningstar Group who might just run the generational empire into the ground.
I feel terrible, and there's only one person in the world who can lighten my mood.
“Take me to my boyfriend's.”
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“Ohhh! Fucking hell James! That feels so good…”
I freeze by the entrance of my boyfriend's studio.
Because the voice that screams in ecstasy belongs to Dexter, my boyfriend. And the name James belongs to his best friend.
“Fuckkk, your ass is so tight for me, baby,” James croons.
Someone groans and I just know it's Dexter. It's the same sound he makes while he pounds into my asshole.