LENA

“Marcus… please… I can’t take any more,” I whimpered, my voice hoarse and broken as the aftershocks of my public squirting still rippled through my wrecked body. The bench was soaked beneath me. My thighs glistened. Wax flakes clung to my flushed skin like dirty confetti. Every eye in the lounge was locked on my spread, twitching pussy.

My stepbrother smirked, circling the bench slowly like a predator. “You can and you will, little sis. You volunteered to be the club’s free-use whore. Now you’re going to break for me before I claim what’s mine.” He stopped beside my head, fisting my hair and tilting my face up. “Beg...