Author’s POV
Brittany and Mark sit across from each other; she on the edge of the bed, he in the single chair, the plan laid out between them like a map of war. Every detail locked in: the timing, the forged messages, the final strike that will shatter Richard and Emma’s bond for good.
Brittany’s lips curve into a slow, wicked smile.
“Consider it agreed upon,” she says.
She slides off the bed and drops to her knees in one fluid motion, hands already working Mark’s belt open. He leans back, legs spreading, eyes dark with lust as she frees his c**k; already hard, thick, pulsing in her grip.
She doesn’t tease. She takes him straight to the back of her throat in one slick plunge.
Mark groans loud, fingers tangling in her hair as she works him; deep, relentless strokes, cheeks hollow
