Ashley Rey Sex Tape の小説・ストーリー

“I knew you were freaky, but I had no idea you’d make a sex tape.” I swallowed down the lump that had formed in my throat. “I didn’t… I didn’t know he m—made that,” I stuttered as I tried to respond. “What?” Landon gasped. “He did it without your consent?” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Yes… I’m so shocked. I had no idea he ever recorded us,” I admitted, letting out a shaky breath. “Damn,” he breathed. “So you are telling me that he recorded you without your consent and leaked the tape?”

“You think it’s from the same person who’s been sending the tips?” “I don’t know. But I think we should look.” He nodded slowly. We moved to the kitchen table, where the lighting was better. Asher connected the drive to my laptop, his fingers hovering over the trackpad for a second before clicking. The folder opened to reveal a single video file. No name. No other documents. Just one video titled “Evergreen_10.” My heart beat faster as Asher clicked play.

“Mel, can you stop speaking in riddles and just get to the point?” I raised my hands, trying hard not to lose it completely. “Reynold knows about us, Gavin! He saw us having sex in the restroom yesterday, and he videoed it!” That finally got a real reaction out of him, as a deep frown appeared on his forehead. “So you’re telling me,” he said, his lips curving upward in a dangerous way, “that Reynold Mills has our sex tape?” “Yes! Exactly!” I spat out, finally breathing a little easier now that it was out in the open.

Cyrus butted in, reminding me that others were in on our conversation, “your body definitely wants it and we can all smell your arousal, so don’t bother denying it.” I felt heat flood my cheeks as several waves of embarrassment slammed into me on the spot. Deep down, I’d been secretly intrigued by the sex tape, because it offered me a point of view that I didn’t get to enjoy during the sex. The one where I could see the men pleasuring me, and see how much they enjoyed every second of fucking me senselessly. I’d been sure not to dwell on it or even admit it to myself while focusing on emotions like dread and anger, but my body still gave away that secret to the Rossi brothers against my will.

The whispers turn to moans and when the image finally clears up, it's then I realise Dre's naked This video...it isn't just any video. It's Dre's sex tape!

she whispered it into the phone. There was silence on the other side. “Alright,” Victor said. “What type of sex tape?” Was there more than one type of sex tape? she wondered, and then, realised, that yes, of course there was. There was a consensually made and participated in sex tape, there was a sex tape with others, and a sex tape with them. Her nails dug into the palm of her hand as she tried to find the words and she whimpered, covering her face with the hand that was not holding the phone.

“You have nothing to be scared of. She barks, but can't bite.” I narrowed my eyes on him. “She has already bitten.” “What do you mean?” I took a deep breath, before I spoke. “I know I should have told you about this earlier, but Isabella has a tape of us.” Alex pulled closer. “What tape?” He asked in a hollow tone. I cleared my throat. “ A sex tape,” I whispered. “She's bluffing,” “I thought the same thing too, but she actually isn't. She does have a tape.”

I'm about to walk over and stop this madness that I somehow caused when Xylus' hands clamp on my shoulder, warning me to stay in place. "They're going to hurt each other," I whisper shakily, too scared to speak out, like if I do, they'll actually see I'm to blame. "They can handle each other. They're both adults, Rosie," Xylus says quietly. "But..." The rest of my sentence dies off somewhere in my throat. None of this makes sense. This is another headline in the making: Ashton rage-baiting Dominic can't end well, and the cherry on the icing is what? The girl with the leaked sex tape somehow roped into this damn drama. Suddenly, the room is stuffy. I fucking need air, but I can't bring myself

“I came here to give you a chance. Confess, explain yourself… or I take this where it belongs. The truth is on tape.” Her lips pressed together. Silence hung in the air. Dante didn’t flinch. He waited, knowing the video had already done its work. Reese’s fingers drummed against the desk, but the confident mask she always wore was slipping. Dante’s gaze didn’t waver, and the footage on the screen left no room for doubt. “You… you don’t understand,” she said finally, voice tight. “I didn’t… I wasn’t the one who—” “Wasn’t the one who what?” Dante interrupted, leaning forward slightly. “You accessed the files. You knew about the threats. You used it to fuel the scandal against Ashley. That’s not

“But the way you said it, like you actually believed it - that’s what I find interesting.” I looked away, embarrassed. “Maybe he’s right.” “Do you believe him?” I hesitated. “I don’t know anymore.” Zayn leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. “Tell me about your sex life, Alessia.” My head snapped up. “What?” “Your sex life,” he repeated, calm, like he’d just asked about the weather. “What do you enjoy? What excites you? What turns you on?” My cheeks burned hotter than fire. “I- I don’t know.”