The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories
Which was why, at eleven o'clock on a Friday night, she was spread out on her bed with her laptop balanced on her nightstand, her hand between her legs, and Jude Brennan's I*******m open on her phone.
Pathetic. She knew it was pathetic.
She didn't care.
The video on her laptop was filthy....some rough amateur thing she'd found on a site she'd never admit to visiting, a girl bent over a bathroom sink while a man fucked her from behind, his hand fisted in her hair. The girl was begging, and the man was telling her to shut up and take it, and Mara's fingers were buried inside herself, her thumb working her clit as she stared at Jude's most recent photo.