I sat bolt upright, flinging the phone down in panic. How the hell did he know? My head whipped around the room, scanning for anything suspicious. Did he plant cameras here? Was he watching me right now?
Rage overpowered desire as I grabbed my phone and typed back.
Are you spying on me? Is there a hidden camera in my room, you psycho?
Not anymore. I removed it. You can thank me later.
I frowned, completely baffled by what the hell he was talking about. Was there a camera in here before, but he took it away? Why? And why the hell was I disappointed that he wasn’t watching me right now? There was something seriously wrong with me.
I know you’ve watched the video four times for the same reason you can’t show the police my texts, little rebel. I’m a genius.
My nostrils flared as I narrowed my eyes at the screen, hoping he’d somehow feel my annoyance through the phone. Even if he did, he ignored it.
So you were touching yourself. Don’t be shy. Let me watch.
I scoffed. As if I would be stupid enough to send him footage of me doing something like that, so he could blackmail my father.
Never in a million years.
You only want to watch me? I’ll put on a show for you if that’s what you need.
I don’t need anything from you.
I told you, beautiful, I’m the only man who gets to give you what you need. Let me prove it.
I thought you said that dick belonged to me and you weren’t going to touch it?
It belongs to you. And I’m not going to touch it. But I can still show you how I fuck.
Cristo.This man. Where did he come from? Who gave him the right to say such filthy, sexy things that I’d never be able to forget?
I would not reply. This had already gone too far. Leaving my phone on the bed, I climbed out and went into my ensuite, contemplating whether to have a cold shower to rid myself of this insufferable ache between my legs. Instead, I splashed cold water on my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror, giving myself an internal pep talk.
I am stronger than my insatiable desire for a bad man. I will not touch myself while thinking about his hands, his lips, his eyes, or that pierced dick. I am going to turn my phone off and go to sleep.
I did my skincare routine, repeating those lines again and again in my head, and then climbed back into bed. I grabbed my phone and froze when I saw he’d sent a new video just seconds ago. The caption underneath read:
I was imagining you beneath me the entire time. Next time you will be,la mia bella ribelle.
I am stronger than my insatiable desire for a bad–
I hit play.
Sin on Screen
The camera shook out of focus as he positioned it on what looked like a nightstand, his long, muscular arm stretched out from where he lay flat on his stomach on the bed. From this angle, I could see every beautiful slope of his back, where tanned skin stretched over solid muscles. He fiddled with the camera angle, which must have been on a phone stand, then tilted it until his entire naked body came into the frame. I held my breath as my eyes locked on the firm globes of his muscular ass and those powerful thighs.
His face was turned to the side, half hidden by a pillow, his hair falling lazily over his forehead and one visible eye. He gave the camera that irresistibly infuriating smirk that said everything he didn’t need to.
This is for you.
In one smooth motion, his biceps bunched the pillow beneath his head, and he turned his face into it slightly. His back curved as he dragged his hips upward, rubbing his dick against the mattress. His ass cheeks clenched, then relaxed, letting his hips drop back to their original position. My cheeks flamed as my breathing became erratic at how insanely hot he looked. I couldn’t believe he was giving me a personal performance.
He slowly repeated the action a few more times, forcing me to imagine him sinking into me with slow, delicious ease, then lifted his head from the pillow to look directly into the camera. Every nerve ending in my body set alight at the look of pure sex on his face. His full lips were parted as he exhaled shallow breaths, and his dark, hooded eyes burned straight into mine through the camera. He started rocking his hips into the mattress, and when the first deep groan slipped past his lips, I gasped.
This was… the hottest damn thing I’d ever seen. Better than any porn I’d watched. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way the light hit his back muscles as they rippled with every movement, and his biceps bulged around that pillow as he dragged it lower beneath him until it looked like a body he was pounding into. And that ass and those thighs… oh my God. They clenched with every thrust, andall I could think about was how it would feel to grab on, dig my nails in as he fucked into me, like he was now humping that pillow.
I’d never been this turned on in my life, and no amount of money could have stopped my fingers from finding my clit when he started moaning and panting my name, telling me what a good girl I was for him.
