The video played on loop in the dim light of my bedroom, grainy security footage capturing every humiliating second between Marcus and me. The angle was perfect, clear enough to see everything.
This wasn't from Marcus, but from another unknown number. My hands trembled as I watched it, who the hell had access to the estate’s cameras? Damien? One of the staff? My mom? Or worse Harrison? The question sat on my mind like a loaded gun.
I tossed my phone onto the bed and buried my face in my hands, my full hair falling forward like a curtain. My body still hummed from the frantic orgasm I’d chased earlier while thinking of Harrison, but the pleasure had curdled into ash. “Daddy’s dirty little secret.” The words tasted like betrayal now, I had let Marcus use me because I was broken, because H
