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she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

A headline screaming across the top of a gossip blog: Billionaire Noah Frost Spotted on Secret Getaway With Mystery Woman #WhoIsShe #FrostAffair #MysteryGirl Pictures. Pictures of me. On the balcony. In his shirt. Laughing. His arms around me. My throat closed. “Dawn…” My voice cracked. “Baby, breathe,” she whispered. “Just breathe.” “But how—how did they get these photos?” I whispered, panic slamming into my chest like a truck. “The island is private.” “Someone leaked it. Someone sold it. This happens with big names.” My eyes filled. “Oh God. Dawn, I look—I look like—like some secret side chick.”

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The next morning, our apartment smelled like coffee and sex. I woke up sore in the best way possible, Caleb’s arm draped possessively over my waist and his cum still dried on my inner thighs from last night’s second, off-camera round. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head — the way he’d looked at me when the camera was off, like he wasn’t sure where the acting ended and we began. I slipped out of bed and checked our anonymous OnlyFans page on my laptop. My stomach flipped.

I rubbed faster, chasing the edge he’d pushed me toward. Another message popped up immediately. Big D: You’re so sexy, Jayla. I need to feel that pussy. My entire body froze mid-grind. Jayla. He’d used my real name. No one on OnlyFans knew that name. My profile had no face reveals, no location, no links. I was careful. Paranoid, even. The only people who knew were family and a handful of old high school friends who had no idea about this side of me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of fear and confused arousal twisting low in my belly. Who the hell was he?

Aria sat on her living room floor at 3:12 AM, laptop burning hot on her thighs. The photo Ghost sent stared back at her; her green dress, Marcus’s hand on her arm, taken from way too close. She felt sick. She opened OnlyFans for the last time. Her balance sat at $128,400. Most of it from him. Her hands were shaking as she went to the payout section and requested a full withdrawal to her bank account. It would take two days to process, but she wanted every cent out. Then she went into settings, scrolled to the bottom, and clicked the red button.

Eighteen, broke, and desperate for a way out of her small-town boredom, Lila creates an anonymous OnlyFans account. It’s just supposed to be harmless fun faceless photos, a few flirty videos until she notices one subscriber tipping far more than the rest. His messages are bolder, more intimate, almost as if he knows her. But when Lila discovers who’s behind the screen, her world tilts into dangerous, forbidden territory and she can’t bring herself to log off.

I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.” James stared at me. “You’re creeping me out, bro.” I gave a half-smile, not looking at him. “Just let me vent.” “But you only met the dude since like a couple of days.” I picked up my phone, browsed through my DMs without reading them, and stared blankly at the OnlyFans notification still sitting there. Anonymous69 posted. That was me. That was us. And I fucking hated it. “Get me another drink,” I said.

"I met a guy at a bar. He was arrogant...kind of an asshole, but he was hot. I'm not going to lie, he was so much better than Jordan, and-" She cuts me off. "Oh my God! Have you seen her F******k? He's literally in every selfie for the past month." She continues scrolling with her mouth agape. "Yoooo, they made an OnlyFans together! She's charging $30 a month, who does she think she is...Kim Kardashian? Oh shit, isn't this your bedroom?" "Are you fucking serious right now?" I shout, snatching the phone from her hand. There on the screen is my sister and ex-boyfriend fucking on my bed. I watch for a few seconds until the sight of her squirting all over my blanket nearly makes me vomit.

I muttered, silencing the notification. But Sabrina had already noticed. “OnlyFans?” she asked casually, taking the right turn into the estate. My heart slammed against my ribs. “W… what?” “That notification sound,” she said, eyes still on the road. “My OnlyFans app makes the exact same sound when something I post really blows up. You’re on the platform too, aren’t you?” She said it so casually. Like we were talking about the weather. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I forced out a weak laugh. “No, it’s… just a reminder for a group study session tonight. Nothing important.”