Chapter 61

• Adrian’s POV:
• My phone buzzed on the desk—ding—and I froze, my hand halfway to my whiskey glass, the ice clinking softly in the cold air of my office. The screen lit up, a blank number staring back at me, no name, just digits, cold and unknown. My gut dropped, a sharp twist of dread hitting me hard. “What the fuck now?” I muttered, my voice low, rough, slicing through the hum of the air conditioner keeping the room crisp. I grabbed the phone, my fingers steady but my heart kicking up fast, and tapped it open, not ready for what hit me—pictures of me and Lila fucking, raw and nasty, right there on the screen.
• Me on the balcony, my robe wide open, my dick slamming into her wet pussy against the railing, her tits bouncing wild, her ass red from my slaps. Another shot—me throat-fucking her, her lips stretched tight around my cock, spit and cum dripping down her chin, her eyes watering. The pics were sharp, too close, like some bastard had been perched up high, watching every thrust. Then the text loaded, and my breath stopped: “Wire $100,000 to this account by tomorrow, or these go viral—your cock all over Twitter, Instagram, everywhere. Pay up, or you’re fucked.”