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It had time and time again since Dad’s passing and my promotion to head of the syndicate. I’d tried drinking to sleep, exercising until I nearly passed out, napping. None of it made a difference. More often than not, I laid awake and watched the minutes tick by until it was time to get back up and put my mafia hat back on.
With a groan, I picked up my phone and started flicking through socials, but they had never been my thing. It only took a few minutes to catch up with my siblings on WhatsApp. Reading through their updates was a mixed blessing. Was I happy that Mac, Maeve, and Esther were thriving? Sure. Did it make my life any better? Not really? They were all so sickeningly happy.
Bunch of fucks.
I loved them, but if Esther sent me one more goddamn adorable video of my niece chattering away, I might explode.
I needed a distraction.
Something to knock me out for the night.
I needed a wank.
The porn sites showed reel after reel of sex for the camera, where it was performative rather than real. Fake orgasms and the same script every time. Five seconds of warming the woman up, a brief face fuck and then position after position while they moan in that same fake way before coming on her face every damn time. After ten minutes of finding nothing that sparked an interest, I turned to Reddit. The homemade forums were often full of amateurs, who at least seemed to enjoy themselves.
Thrusting one hand under the covers, I toyed with my dick, waiting for him to figure out that it was time to wake up and join me. Clearly he wasn’t getting the memo, as bored with online videos as I was.
Scrolling down, I’d almost given up when a video of a young woman popped up. She was heart-achingly pretty. The sort of face that made you want to take her home to the family, but that also called out to be fucking ruined. Big hazel eyes drew me in. Moist, pink lips that I wanted to drag my dick along while she begged to taste me.
Fuck. I’d only seen her face, and I was rock hard.
I had to click on the video.
It opened up to her sitting on a pristine white bed, all lacey and sweet. She was talking to the camera, but the video that had been reposted had no sound. Damn it. I wanted to hear if she was a honey-sweet as she looked.
She slid a hand under her pyjama shorts and touched herself, and the look of utter want on her face made my balls tighten.
Who was she?
I scrolled through the comments, dismissing the lewd and the jealous, until I found one that named her.
Sweet-CherryxX over at Primal Princesses
My hand stilled against my rigid dick. Primal Princesses? It was probably just a marketing tactic, but that didn’t stop tingles from spreading up my arms. The idea that this cute, pristine twenty-something wanted to be pursued, pinned and fucked, hell it hit me right in the ball sack.
I found the site in minutes, watching as it loaded up with pictures of women and men interacting in the most wonderfully depraved manner. A woman pinned in the dirt with two guys inside her. A man tied to a log while a woman rode his face. Cages. Bruises. Tears.
A twang of guilt hit me as it often did with porn - never knowing what was consensual and what was coerced. I knew well enough that not everyone chose to perform. It’s why amateur hit my buttons way better.
The site wasn’t actually a porn site upon further inspection. It was a cam girl website.
I clicked on the search icon and typed in her name, holding my breath as I waited, hoping to find her.
A profile popped up and there she was.
Sweet Cherry. Twenty-two. Glasgow.
I almost choked when I saw her location. It could be some clever trick from the site to match to your location, but there was a possibility she was within the same city as me. Sitting up in my bed, I grabbed my laptop from my bedside table, needing to see her better than on my phone screen.
Her pretty face lit up my screen as her profile picture smiled coyly at me.
‘Oh, Cherry, I have a feeling that sweet smile is a lie.’
Then I saw the green button that said Live Now, and my stomach did a flip. Cherry was online. I could see her in the flesh, right as she was that very minute.
Clicking the button opened up a chat room with a host of users inside. Half of the screen had an empty bed, the same one from the Reddit picture.
‘Where are you?’ I muttered as I glanced through the open chat. It was a mixture of men desperately trying to get her attention, and others trying their hardest to debase her as thoroughly as possible.
