Emily Faye Miller Sextape Novels & Stories

"Now see here, Ms. Cross... our son has already been expelled from the camp. His athletic career is completely finished. Isn't that enough punishment for a stupid mistake?" "A mistake?" Eleanor turned her ice-cold gaze toward him, and the man instantly flinched. "Your son didn't slip and fall, Mr. Miller. He deliberately, maliciously sent a private, intimate moment between my sons. He conspired with an offshore media broker. He took fifteen thousand dollars to distribute non-consensual pornography across the internet to sabotage their futures. That is not a mistake. That is a federal crime, a massive privacy breach, and a disgusting violation of human decency."

Still burnin’ in my head—tits bouncin’, pussy drippin’, ass clappin’ loud while she fingered herself right in front of me. Twenty grand well spent. But now? Now I needed to see what the hell was next. I dropped back into the leather chair, grabbed the tablet off the side table, and pulled up the club cameras. My private feed. Every angle, every corner. I flipped straight to the main floor and there she was. Emily. Straddling some drunk-ass nigga at a corner table. Her tiny skirt hiked all the way up, thong pressed tight against his bulge while she grinded slow and nasty.

It was more as if she was trying to avoid watching it, but I wasn't going to leave until I got what I wanted. "What are you doing Celine? Are you trying to cause trouble again?" My father asked but I ignored him. After a bit of hesitation, Eleanor picked up the phone and played the video. "For christ sake what is this Celine?!" She screamed out loud " What is it honey?" My father asked " This is a sex tape!" Eleanor stated out loud " Yes...and you might want to know who those two are " I said firmly " Emilia?..... " She asked and then continued. " How do you have this?"

Kayla hesitated before responding, "Em, I don't know if you should see those. You're already stressed with your mom in the hospital..." "Send them," Emily repeated firmly. The line went silent for a moment before Kayla replied, "Okay, I've sent you the links. Call me back after you've seen them, okay?" Emily nodded, though Kayla couldn't see her. "I will." As she hung up, Emily's heart felt heavy. She opened the links Kayla sent, her eyes scanning the headlines: "MULTIMILLIONAIRE LUCAS COLE' NEW MYSTERY WOMAN: SYLVIA VINCENT"

I just want to go home and have a rest, being in the same room as she drives me crazy, and I was the one who said no strings attached. “So which sexy blond are you taking home tonight?” Miller asked while I hang over the balcony, my eyes fixed on Emily’s moves. I stared while she was having a great time with her friends, the one guy touching her and talking into her ear, making her laugh. Her ankle is still swollen. She keeps taking her shoe off, rolling her ankle and putting it back on. “What’s her name?” Miller asked, giving me a shot of tequila. I took it out of his hand and look at him with so much anger.

She dug into her jacket for duct tape, fast and smooth, like it was routine. Millie thrashed beneath her, gasping, her free hand grabbing at anything—broken lamp, couch fuzz, whatever she could reach. “You’re—dead—when he gets back,” she spat, panic surging, but not enough to shut her up. She wasn’t a fighter, but she wasn’t going down quietly. Emily smirked, tearing off a strip of tape with her teeth. “Yeah, I’m counting on it. Now hold still, or I’ll put you out the hard way.”

, she said. Oh my fucking God. “That’s … that’s not possible i…i-“ Amelia stood up staggering and went to where our phones were kept. She the. Showed me a video, dated 3 months ago. It was a sex tape between the both of them. I was dumbfounded… shocked. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, you don’t deserve that sick motherfucker, I kept this because I knew I was gonna tell you one day “, she said deleting the video.