HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE
whispering something I can’t hear at first.
Then the audio kicked in.
“…fuck, Isabella… yeah, just like that… take it deeper… my little sister’s mouth…”
My stomach dropped.
“What the fuck.. what in heavens name is this?” I yelled, furious.
Marcus clamped a hand over my mouth, “Shh… just watch.”
He played it again, the camera angle shifted… hidden cam, placed in a high corner. He’s watching something on his phone. I don’t need to see the screen to know what it is. One of the videos, one of me.