Chapter 1

The rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the uni parking lot slick and shiny under the sodium lights. I was still buzzing from the quick fuck we’d just had, my pussy throbbing and my thighs sticky. Ethan had been so rough tonight—bent me over the hood of his car, one hand fisted in my hair, the other slapping my ass red while he pounded into me. “Fuck, Mia, you feel so good,” he’d groaned right before he unloaded deep inside me, hot and heavy. I’d come so hard I saw stars, my walls clenching around his cock like I never wanted to let go.

We were both panting, foreheads pressed together, sweat cooling on our skin. His cock was still half-hard inside me, twitching with the last drops of cum. “God, I love you,” he whispered, kissing me slow and sweet. I kissed him back, tasting salt and sex. Then he pulled out, cum immediately leaking down my leg onto the asphalt. He watched it run, eyes dark with that possessive look he always got after. “You’re mine, right? No one else gets to feel this pussy.”

I smiled, breathless. “Only you.”

He pulled his jeans up, zipped them, and helped me slide my dress back down. My nipples were still hard under the thin fabric, my ass cheeks marked with handprints. He drove me back to my dorm, fingers occasionally brushing my thigh like he couldn’t stop touching me. I kept thinking about how safe I felt in his arms. How this was our life—study sessions, late-night car sex, plans for the future. He was the only man I’d ever wanted.

The parking lot was mostly empty now, students long gone to parties or libraries. A few distant cars moved along the main road, headlights cutting through the darkness like ghosts. I waved goodbye at the gate, blowing him a kiss. He smiled that cocky smile, the one that said he owned me completely. I turned and walked toward the dorm, legs a little unsteady, the fresh load of his cum sliding slowly down my inner thigh.

I didn’t notice the car that had been parked twenty feet away. I didn’t see the three guys inside—Tyler behind the wheel, Marcus shotgun, Jamal in the back. Their high beams had caught the whole thing: me bent over the hood, dress hiked up, Ethan’s thick cock disappearing into my dripping pussy. The wet slap of skin on skin, my moans, the way my tits bounced with every thrust. Tyler had his phone out, discreetly recording, zooming in just enough.

They didn’t need sound. The video was crystal clear. Tyler grinned, already hard again. “Fuck yes,” he muttered. “We’re gonna own that little slut tonight.”

Back in my room, the door barely clicked shut before Ethan’s text came through.

Ethan: You’re so fucking hot when you cum for me. Miss your pussy already. Love you xx

I stared at the message, heart suddenly racing. My legs felt weak. I set my bag down and flopped onto the bed, still in my dress. The cum between my thighs was starting to dry, a faint sticky trail. I closed my eyes and let myself remember how full I’d felt when Ethan filled me up. Safe. Loved.

My phone buzzed again. Unknown number.

Unknown: Open this.

A video attachment. 12 seconds long.

I clicked it before I could stop myself.