Her Skin I Faked

In the heat of our intimacy, Mary felt entirely different from my memories. The overwhelming intensity of it made me lose control, a muffled groan escaping my lips. Right at that moment, Mary let out a sudden, chilling laugh. It made my stomach drop. She tapped her manicured fingernails against the mattress beneath us, her tone dripping with dark amusement. "How does it feel? I just finished taking care of your stepbrother. He said he really loves how I am right now." "He was in this exact bed yesterday." She paused, making no effort to hide the absolute contempt in her eyes. "He moaned so beautifully. I figured it would have the same effect on you." I froze instantly. The blood in my veins turned to ice. My mind went entirely blank, stripping away my ability to form a single rational thought. Seeing my paralyzed state, Mary rolled her eyes, looking bored. she pushed herself off the bed. "William, Bruno has such a gorgeous body. Not a single blemish." She looked me up and down, her voice sharp enough to draw blood. "You two brothers are worlds apart. Looking at you covered in those hideous burns... it makes me sick to my stomach." "Just now, I had to keep my eyes squeezed shut. I had to pretend you were him just to force myself to finish."