Mark smirked as he watched Marcus slam into Genesis in a brutal, relentless rhythm—his thrusts hard, careless, and without any precision.

Then Mark glanced at her. For a moment, their eyes met. Genesis stared back, then quickly turned her head away.

He scoffed and turned, walking away without another word.

Genesis lay there, her bare breast pressed hard against the cold countertop beneath a thin, torn layer of clothing. Her teeth bit into her lips so hard that blood welled up, but she didn’t flinch. Tears traced silent paths down her cheeks.

“Aww, fuck,” Marcus groaned, his nails digging into the flesh of her waist as he continued to thrust...