Leaving Her Mark

The Riley twins sat in their penthouse office, surrounded by cold glass walls, imported furniture, and the stale scent of expensive air fresheners that did nothing to cover the tension rising between them.

Alliyah paced near the window, arms crossed, staring at the city skyline like the view could distract her from the sinking dread in her stomach.

Allysa sat stiff at her desk, eyes narrowed at her laptop screen.

The email sat there.

Unread.

Blinking at them like a loaded gun.

Sender: Unknown

Subject: A Little Something For You Both

Alliyah broke first. "Don't open it."

Allysa's manicured nail hovered over the trackpad. Her heart thumped wildly against her ribs, but spite pushed her forward. "We both know she's playing games."

"Exactly. Which is why you shouldn't--"

Click.

Too late.

The email body contained one single video attachment.

File name: "Memories.mp4"

Allysa's hand trembled, but she double-clicked anyway.

The media player launched.

The video started.

And their world…

Collapsed.

There they were.

Them.

Both of them.

On camera.

Exposed.

Their bodies tangled, sweat-slicked, gasping, writhing. The screen showed too much. Every humiliating noise. Every desperate grind of hips. Every plea. Every cry.

Their voices, raw, wrecked, calling out Krishna's name like they were starving for her.

Allysa's throat closed. Her stomach churned.

Alliyah let out a guttural sound, scrambling across the room like she could somehow outrun the footage playing in front of them.

"Turn it off! Turn it off!" she screamed.

But Allysa's hand wouldn't move.

Her eyes stayed glued to the screen, horror and heat colliding in her veins like oil and fire.

The room suddenly felt too hot.

The air, too thick.

Her pheromones? Gone haywire.

Her body…

Trembling.

Worse?

That ache.

Low.

Heavy.

Gnawing between her thighs.

"No…no, no, no…" Alliyah slid down against the wall, hands shaking as she gripped her own legs, fighting the warmth blooming in her gut.

Allysa slapped the laptop closed, the sharp snap of plastic loud in the silence.

But it didn't help.

The memory already rooted in their minds.

Like poison.

Her pulse raced. Her skin burned like she'd just walked through the sun.

The scent in the room shifted.

Alliyah noticed first.

Her head whipped toward her sister, panic flooding her face.

"No. Stop it."

Allysa's breath came faster, shallower.

Her heart pounding louder with every second.

The scent of their own arousal--

Shamefully strong.

"I'm not--" Allysa started, but her voice cracked.

Her legs squeezed shut instinctively, but the pressure only made it worse. Her body didn't care about dignity anymore. The heat under her skin was relentless.

They both knew this feeling.

That dull, uncontrollable pulse growing stronger with every passing second.

Muscle memory.

Body betrayal.

Their cycles weren't supposed to trigger this soon. Not for another two weeks. But their bodies didn't care about schedules anymore.

Not after that video.

Alliyah dragged herself to her feet, swaying, grabbing the edge of the desk for balance.

Her eyes burned. Her face flushed deep red from neck to cheekbone.

"This is, she did something, this is because of her," she spat, voice shaking but angry. "She planned this."

Allysa's phone buzzed.

Both of them jumped.

The screen lit up.

Unknown Number:

"Enjoyed my gift?"

Alliyah swore viciously under her breath, nearly knocking the phone off the desk like it was cursed.

Allysa's breath caught in her throat. Her palms sweated.

Her body… betraying her by the second.

The laptop chimed again.

Another notification.

Their eyes darted toward the monitor.

External device detected.

The flash drive.

Alliyah's heart stopped.

Neither remembered plugging it in.

Allysa lunged for it, yanking it from the port, but not before the screen lit up again with another playback window.

Another file.

"Angle_2_FINALCUT.mp4"

Different perspective.

Another angle.

Full 360 view.

God.

Their faces, red, needy, filling the frame as Krishna towered over them.

Their own hands… reaching for each other… for her… for anything.

The twins turned on each other like cornered animals.

"This is your fault!" Alliyah shouted, grabbing at Alyssa's arm.

"Me?! You were the one who said to get her drunk first!" Allysa snapped, pushing her away.

"Because your bright idea was to strip her in a hotel suite like she'd magically forget what we did!"

"I didn't hear you stopping me!"

Their voices rose, echoing in the glass-heavy room, but the weight of humiliation pressed down harder with every breath.

Heat pooled at the base of their spines.

The air grew thick with a sharp, unmistakable mix of anger… and craving.

A sick blend of fight-or-fall-apart.

Both of them were panting now, dizzy, like every cell in their bodies wanted to crawl back to the source of this new torment.

To her.

To Krishna.

Allysa stumbled back into her chair, one trembling hand between her knees, squeezing tight to stop the pulse.

Alliyah ran cold water over her wrists in the sink nearby, but the burn wouldn't go away.

Wouldn't fade.

It only built.

Deeper.

Worse.

By the time they both regained enough control to stand without shaking, they knew.

This was far from over.

Krishna wasn't just humiliating them…

She was rewiring them.

Their bodies were traitors now.

Conditioned.

Tuned.

Marked.

And the worst part?

Somewhere deep down…

A dark little part of both of them…

Already wanted more.

Across the city--

Krishna?

Lounging in silk loungewear.

Aaron at her feet, practically purring at every absentminded brush of her fingers through his hair.

She checked her phone.

Two blue ticks on her last message.

She grinned, lazily tapping out her next text with the satisfaction of a queen lighting the fuse on her next explosive move.

"Next time… beg first."

And she sent it.

Letting the city wait for her next round.

Because when the Rileys broke?

They wouldn't get back up the same.