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I giggle as goosebumps cover my skin. “Well, I never thought so. I think we are just starting.” Grey watches me with that insane intensity in his eyes as he rolls his tongue inside his mouth. “Should I rip your dress off, then, or would you rather remove it demurely?” I huff. “Fuck the elegance, Grey. Rip it right off.” Grey chuckles lightly before lifting me easily, setting me gently on the desk. In seconds, he tears the dress off my body, and I roll with my newfound freedom as I lean back, rest my hand on the edge of the desk behind me, and spread my legs apart for him to see the dripping mess between my thighs.

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.

"For what?" Layla glanced around before leaning in closer. "Creating and distributing... you know... videos. Of raping unconscious girls and selling them online on the dark web to creeps. Apparently, someone mailed an anonymous memory card straight to the station, and when they checked it..." Her voice dropped even lower. "Fifty videos, guys. Fifty." Mia made a strangled sound. "Fifty? That’s... insane. How could they even—" "Damn, that’s horrible!" Sophie exclaimed.

I stood in front of the glass doors for a long minute, letting him see everything: the curve of my breasts, the dip of my waist, the dark triangle between my legs. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, facing the window. I spread my thighs wide. I didn’t touch myself yet. I just let him look. I ran my hands up my body—over my stomach, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples until they were dark and tight. I tipped my head back, throat exposed, and let out a soft, deliberate moan. I knew the camera’s microphone would pick it up. “Please,” I whispered, loud enough to carry. “I know you’re watching. I saw the video. I watched you come while you watched me. I came again after. Twice. I’m so fucking

Draven glanced at her once. Then lifted the lid. Inside— A single USB drive. And a note. Draven picked it up. Read it. His expression darkened. “What does it say?” Violetta asked. His voice was quiet. “Play it.” Dimitri immediately connected the USB to the system. The screen flickered. Then— A video began. At first, it was dark. Blurry. Shaky. Then the image focused. Violetta’s breath caught. It was her. A hospital room.

I connected my phone, opened the private browser tab I kept bookmarked, and cast the video to the screen. The scene loaded instantly and a girl about my age, dark hair, small tits, getting railed on a kitchen counter by an older man. He was tall, muscled, salt-and-pepper hair, the kind of body that looked like it still lifted heavy things for fun. He had her legs hooked over his arms, pussy spread wide, cock slamming in deep and slow while she moaned like she was dying from pleasure. The sound filled the living room with wet slaps, her high-pitched whimpers, his low growls telling her to take it, take every inch.

Victor never raised his voice in the boardroom. He simply dimmed the lights, clicked the remote, and let the footage speak for itself. Eighty inches of OLED filled with Serena on her knees in the elevator, mouth stretched around Cameron’s cock, eyes locked on the camera like she was performing for an audience of one. The audio was pristine: wet sounds, her moans, Cameron’s broken groan when he came down her throat. Then the penthouse compilation: kitchen island, master bed, the balcony at dawn, every thrust and scream in 4K.

As expected, the Gray family scandal is the trending news on the internet. ‘Hoho. Taking a beating in exchange for the chance to reshuffle the cards, it’s worth it.’ Rose thought before closing her laptop and decided to watch her favorite movie. Thankfully she had asked Paige to help.her connect her own personal TV to her room after the video was leaked out.

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV “Huh?” Greyson exclaimed, scrunching his forehead as hard as he could. “Who the f*ck do you think I am to have a sex tape with someone? I have a lot of clients, yes, but that doesn’t mean that there are videos of them spreading online or anywhere!” he grunted. “Then, how can you explain that video where you were having a good time with Gwynneth while I was ending my parents’ lives?” I asked, ignoring what he said.