Mary Kate Olsen Nude Novels & Stories

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

My fingers shook as I clicked the most recent one. A video popped up. There he was. Marcus Kane. My mom’s new husband. My stepdad. Forty-three years old, built like he lifted weights for a living, with that sharp jaw and dark eyes that always made me look away too fast. But in the video, he wasn’t wearing the expensive shirts and watches he wore around the house. He was naked, cock thick and hard in his fist, stroking slow while a woman moaned on her knees in front of him.

The scene in front of her was like no other and it rattled her to the core. Lucifer sat on the couch, with five ladies lined up in front of him. They were in a position that was at ease as his eyes carefully scrutinized their bodies. You’d even think that they were clothed, but each one of them was butt-naked, which shocked Katherine even more. Her cheeks heated up as she clenched her fists right by her body. What was going on here? “H-huh?” Katherine choked up, her eyes widening as she stared at the nudists in front of her.