MY STEPBROTHER'S DIRTY PET
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ZANE.
I knitted the ends of the mask in place, a slow smirk straddling my lips. The voice modulator had been set into the mask as well, keeping my voice firm and altered. I’d taken cautious, slow steps, one foot after another, then finally pushed open the door.
My breath caught for a moment. My heart stilled. Time stopped.
Nora—well, fuck. Nikita was standing, dressed in fishnets and nothing but little star-shaped tapes on her nipples. She had chains glistening on her waist, her hair packed up tight and the end knitted into a pig tail. She looked… terrific.