"Evan," Delilah begged, voice shaking with raw desperation, "please fuck my pussy today."
"No, mine," Ivy muttered, quieter but no less frantic. "Please, please, please. She's already pregnant, but not me!"
"Raise your heads." My voice came out calm, almost detached. "Ivy. Look up at me."
She lifted her chin slowly, eyes wide and glassy, lips parted like she was about to speak—
I backhanded her.
The crack rang sharp through the dim room. Her head snapped sideways, a thin line of blood trickling from her nose. But instead of crying out in pain, her whole body seized. She convulsed hard—back arching, thighs clamping together, a strangled scream ripping from her throat as the first orgasm tore through her like lightning. Her hips bucked involuntarily, fluids splashing onto the concrete beneath her knees. Pleasure Skill plus maxed Charisma. A cheat code so broken it turned violence into ecstasy.
