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Chapter 111

The apartment felt smaller after Jonas closed his laptop. The soft click of the lid sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room. Sarah’s arms were already around me before I could even process what we’d just seen, her grip tight and fierce, like she could physically hold all my pieces together if she squeezed hard enough. I couldn’t breathe right. My lungs kept trying to pull in air, but every inhale felt like swallowing broken glass. My whole body was shaking—violent, uncontrollable tremors that started in my chest and radiated out to my fingertips, my knees, my teeth.Jonas stayed on the floor in front of the coffee table, laptop now dark, staring at the space where the screen had been. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping under his skin. He looked sick. Not angry—though there was anger there, simmering low—but sick. Like he’d just witnessed something he could never unsee.Sarah rocked me gently, her chin resting on top of my head.“Breathe, baby,” she whisper

Chapter 112

The tears wouldn’t stop.They came in waves—hot, relentless, blurring the city lights outside my window into streaks of gold and red. I sat on the floor with my back against the couch, knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped around them like I could hold myself together if I squeezed hard enough. Rain hammered the glass in front of me, steady and unforgiving, like the sky was crying for everything I couldn’t anymore.I quit the library today.I still don’t feel it.I feel used.Dirty.Disposable.Cassian took pieces of me—my body, my trust, my vulnerability—and turned them into content. Pixels. Thumbnails. Titles that made strangers jerk off in dark rooms while I was trying to rebuild my life. He blurred my face, sure. Like that made it okay. Like that erased the fact that my arched back, my open mouth, my shaking thighs were still recognizable to anyone who knew me well enough. Anyone who’d seen me come undone under his hands.I should have known.The first time he posted those phot

Chapter 113

NOAHLeo slid his phone across the bar toward me like it was a live grenade.“Man, you need to see this,” he said, voice low, eyes serious. “But brace yourself.”I didn’t want to look. Something in his tone already told me it was bad. But I picked up the phone anyway.The screen was paused on a video thumbnail.A woman on her knees.Dark hair spilling over bare shoulders.Head tilted back.Mouth open.A man behind her, hand fisted in that hair, hips flush against her ass.The title above it read: “Little Girl Begs Stepdad for More – Full Scene.”My thumb hovered over the play button.I knew.Before I even pressed it, I knew.I hit play anyway.The sound came through the tiny speaker—moans, skin slapping, a low male growl saying “That’s it, baby, take Daddy’s cock.”Her voice.Ivy’s voice.Begging.Moaning his name.Cassian.I jerked my thumb off the screen so fast the phone skidded a few inches.I stared at the frozen image—her face turned away from the camera but still unmistakable t

Chapter 114

The shower had been scalding—long enough that my skin was pink and stinging, long enough that the steam fogged the mirror so thick I couldn’t see my own reflection. I wanted it that way. I didn’t want to look at myself yet. Not after Jonas and Sarah left. Not after I’d sat on the bathroom floor for an hour staring at nothing while the water ran cold.I wrapped myself in the biggest towel I owned, the soft white one Sarah had bought me last Christmas, and padded barefoot across the living room. My hair dripped down my back in cold trails. The apartment was too quiet without their voices, without Sarah’s gentle teasing or Jonas’s steady logic. Just me. Just the rain tapping the windows like it was trying to get in.The doorbell rang.I froze mid-step.Sarah and Jonas had both said goodnight less than thirty minutes ago. They wouldn’t be back this soon. No delivery. No packages. No one else came over unannounced anymore.It rang again—two quick presses.My stomach twisted.I knew that

Chapter 115

Sarah and Jonas showed up the next afternoon, arms full of takeout containers and worried faces. I’d barely slept. My eyes were swollen, my throat raw from crying, my skin still prickly from the scalding shower I’d taken after slamming the door on Cassian. The apartment smelled like damp towels and leftover coffee. I hadn’t bothered to open the curtains. The gray light filtering through was enough.Sarah set the food on the counter and pulled me into a hug before I could say anything. Jonas followed, squeezing my shoulder like he was afraid I might break if he pressed too hard.“You look like hell,” Sarah said gently, brushing hair from my face.“I feel like hell,” I answered.We moved to the couch. Jonas sat on my left, Sarah on my right, close enough that our thighs touched. I told them everything—Cassian at the door, eyes desperate. The way he’d begged to explain. The way he’d sworn the videos weren’t his fault. The way I’d screamed at him to leave, told him I was sick of his

Chapter 116

Noah’s arms were warm around me from behind. We lay under the same thick blanket, bodies pressed close, his chest to my back, his breath soft against my neck. The window was cracked just enough that cool night air slipped in and mixed with the heat of our skin. Outside, the city lights glowed in soft patches across the dark, raindrops still clinging to the glass from earlier. I stared at them, watching one slide slowly down the pane, leaving a clear trail behind.His lips brushed my shoulder blade. Then the back of my neck. Then the spot just below my ear. Each kiss was gentle, slow, like he was trying to remind me I was still here, still wanted, still safe. His hand rested flat on my stomach, thumb drawing tiny circles over my skin. I wanted to melt into him. I wanted to disappear into the feeling and never come out.But the tears came anyway.They started quiet—just a sting behind my eyes, a little extra weight in my chest. Then one slipped free and rolled hot across my cheek.

Chapter 117

Noah’s mouth found mine again, harder this time, like he was trying to swallow the sadness right out of me. His lips were warm, insistent, tasting faintly of salt from my tears. I kissed him back desperately, hands clutching his shoulders, fingers digging into muscle because if I held on tight enough maybe I could disappear inside him and leave the shame behind.Tears kept slipping down my cheeks even as our tongues met. I hated that I was crying while he kissed me. Hated that I couldn’t just feel good, couldn’t just be here with him. My mind kept flashing—Cassian’s voice calling me little girl, his camera lens staring while I came, the thumbnails I’d glimpsed on Jonas’s laptop. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and kissed Noah deeper, trying to drown it all in the heat of his mouth.He groaned against my lips, low and rough, the sound vibrating through my chest. His hands slid up my sides under the thin tank top, palms hot on bare skin. He broke the kiss just long enough to drag hi

Chapter 118

Sunlight poured through the kitchen window, warm and golden, catching on the steam rising from the frying pan. I stood at the stove in nothing but Noah’s old black T-shirt, the hem barely covering the tops of my thighs. My body still carried last night’s ache—deeper, sweeter than usual. Noah had been gentle at first, always was, but somewhere in the middle something shifted. He’d held my wrists above my head, thrust harder, deeper, whispering things that made my skin burn. For the first time I felt him claim me without apology, and I’d come so hard I saw stars. Slept like the dead afterward, wrapped in his arms, no nightmares, no ghosts.Now I hummed softly while I cracked eggs into the pan, the sizzle a quiet comfort. Bacon popped in a second skillet. Coffee dripped into the pot. Simple things. Normal things. Things that felt like the beginning of something steady after months of chaos.I didn’t hear him come in.One second I was alone flipping eggs; the next his heat was at my ba

Chapter 119

NOAHWarm water poured over us in steady sheets, steam curling thick around our bodies. Ivy’s back was pressed to the cool tile, legs hooked high around my waist, ankles locked at the small of my back. I had one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her ass, holding her up while I thrust into her slow and deep.Every slide felt like coming home.Her pussy gripped me tight—hot, slick, fluttering every time I bottomed out. She moaned low against my mouth, the sound vibrating through my chest. I swallowed it, kissed her harder, tongue stroking hers in the same lazy rhythm my cock was using inside her.“Fuck, baby,” I groaned when I broke the kiss. “You feel so good. Still swollen from last night, aren’t you?”She nodded, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed darker than the heat could explain. “Yeah… still sore… but I want more.”I grinned against her throat, nipped the soft skin there. “Greedy girl.”I shifted my angl

Chapter 120

NOAHThe theater was half-empty, just the way I liked it on a random Tuesday night. We’d picked seats at the very top corner—last row, far left, where the screen light barely reached us. Ivy chose them because she said they felt “safer” for a horror movie. I chose them because they felt private.She sat with her knees pressed together, mini skirt riding high on her thighs, oversized hoodie hanging loose over her shoulders. Popcorn rested in the cardboard tub on her lap. Every time something jumped on screen she flinched, one hand flying up to cover her eyes while the other clutched my sleeve like it was a lifeline.I wasn’t watching the movie.I was watching her.The way her lips parted when she gasped. The way her chest rose and fell faster during tense scenes. The way her fingers tightened on my arm every time the music swelled. She was adorable—scared, focused, completely unaware that I’d been hard since the opening credits because of

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