THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL
For a moment he collapsed over her, his weight crushing her back, making it hard to breathe, his harsh pants burning against the bite marks on her neck.
After a few seconds he pushed himself up slowly, skin gleaming with sweat like some twisted trophy of victory. He grabbed the phone from the tripod, fingers still trembling with sick satisfaction, and stopped the recording with a cold, terrifying smile. The video was complete—raw, graphic, unfiltered. With eyes full of pure hatred, Cedric sent it to Alex Harrington: “This one’s for you, Dad. Your little pet’s still real obedient to Harrington cock.” Then to Dominic: “Your toy isn’t just yours anymore. See for yourself how well she takes it f