His words were straight-up crude, bossing me around, and as I shifted my feet apart, arching my back deeper, I felt my pussy lips part slightly, my clit exposed, and a rush of wetness hit me between my thighs, betraying how turned on I was getting despite everything.

  The camera kept clicking, him circling me like a predator, and I bit my lip hard, my thighs starting to quiver from holding the position.

  He’s staring at my most private parts, like he owns them, and my body’s getting wetter.

  This is so wrong, I should hate it, but the heat building inside me says otherwise.

  Stop reacting like this, Clara,...