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Chapter 4 Luna’s POV “Kai no way you cannot be serious right now,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I sat there naked on the couch with my legs still spread and my pussy throbbing from all the edging. My juices had dripped everywhere onto the cushion and the coffee table. The main stream chat was exploding with tips that kept pinging nonstop and the OnlyFans side was even crazier with people throwing hundreds just to see what would happen next. He stood there right in front of me stroking the bulge in his jeans with one hand while he held the phone camera steady with the other.

I wants to cum so badly - I wants to cum so hard. Yet there is something I need. I figure if I am in for a penny, I am in for a pound, and I take a break, reaching for my phone and open up the page I want: OnlyFans.com/badgirl_anna. I scroll until I find the video of her masturbating. Those tits. The way she'd felt under my hand. God. How tight her little pussy would be. She was a virgin.

I ordered. She nodded desperately. Ayesha's POV, ThankGod! Armaan believes me atleast, but he's still distant from me. I'm avoiding Amaal too now. It's all my fault, I feel soo guilty. We shouldn't have gone through soo much for that diary in the first place! Amaal assured me it will all die down soon but... As if those rumours weren't enough, new rumours surfaced. Now, not just my and Amaal's, but also, Amaan and my pictures were leaked too.......and this time, my face was clear, along with my identity!

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The orgasm rolls through me in waves that I absorb through every muscle in my body because there is no sound and no movement I can afford to make, and the containment of it – the force of cumming without any outward evidence – is somehow more intense than the screaming he pulls from me behind closed doors. “Page 248,” he says. “Keep reading.” *** The photos start circulating that evening. I’m at The Grind House when Leah slides her phone across the counter with an expression that shows she’s been waiting to deliver this information since her shift started. The screen shows a campus gossip account – anonymous, eight thousand followers – and the post is a blurry photo taken from across the par

I look up at him, tired, drained. — They’re exaggerating everything. It’s nothing like they describe. He steps closer, hands me his phone. His face is pale. — Do you know what Le Monde is saying? That you’re the “unofficial companion of Alexandre Delcourt.” That there’s a “discreet yet persistent” relationship between him and my personal assistant. And that Daniel is the “disruptive third party.” I read the words. And this time, I feel the ground sway beneath my feet.

No, five. He slammed his laptop shut and leaned back against the pillows, fingers pressed to his temple like he could squeeze the thoughts out of his head. This was insane. He was spiraling. MidnightViper couldn’t be Julian. There was no way someone like Carter—golden boy, team sweetheart, hockey’s favorite PR angel—would moonlight as a faceless OnlyFans creator who whispered confessions into the camera like he was peeling his soul open. Except… what if he was? **

Only a towel was wrapped loosely around my chest. My body felt sore, drained, and weak. I glanced back at the stranger, my pulse racing. Did we…? No, it couldn’t be. But the evidence was all around me. My cheeks burned with shame and frustration. I’ve never been reckless. I’ve never even been with a man. How could I have lost my virginity to a stranger? I swallowed hard, trying to remember the events of the previous night, but my mind was a foggy blur. My breathing quickened. I had to leave right now.