Marco

Then realization hit me—it didn’t matter that they looked alike. No one would ever be able to replace Arabella in my life. No one would ever feel like her, and it annoyed me that she thought she could be her, even for a moment.

I didn’t want another’s mouth around my cock—only hers. The only breasts I wanted to stare at all day were hers.

She was bawling her eyes out. She struggled against my hold, and then she forcefully pulled away from me. The force was so strong I was still holding on to a fistful of her hair when she did.

She screamed, “Fuck! What are you...