Mia’s grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles went white. Her mother’s worried face filled the small screen, but all she could feel was Ethan — thick, hard, and buried deep inside her, his hips making tiny, torturous movements that kept her right on the razor’s edge.
“Mom, please,” Mia breathed, fighting to keep her voice steady. “I’m listening. Sarah has more photos? What kind of photos?”
Ethan’s eyes darkened with fury and lust. He rolled his hips again, slow and deliberate, dragging against that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. She bit the inside of her cheek hard.
Her mom sighed heavily. “I don’t have all the details yet. The Dean was vague, but your father is on the phone with him now. Sarah’s claiming the relationship was inappropriate, coercive,
