Chapter 73

Marvin’s POV

7. Threesome With The Venmo Twins

From the corner of my eyes, I caught how the muscles in Cain's Adam's apple bobbed hungrily at Ashley's words.

Fucking sicko, I jested inwardly, knowing my twin well, I bet he was getting off her helplessness already.

And so was I.

The stiffness of my fitting jeans assured me that I was even more of a sicko, with my bulge swelling to a disturbing extent that a silent groan gurgled through my throat.

Fuck, maybe I shouldn't feel the rush of adrenaline at the heaving of her chest, which I imagined two plump peaches were underneath her fabric.

Right on the spot, I could outline the c cup shape of her boobs, which I was sure had brown and caramel nipples but I had to ball up my fists to keep my cool.

Before agreeing to Cain's plan, I gave myself two strict rules.

One, don't lose control, and I mean sexual control, in front of the enemy, lest she know