CHAPTER 2: STRIP AND REPEAT IT, WHORE
BREE'S POV
My blood runs cold. "You wouldn't-"
"Wouldn't what? Send it to someone?" He tilts his head, studying me with those predatory green eyes. "Your coworkers, maybe? Your parents? My sister?" His smile sharpens. "Imagine Sarah listening to her best friend moan 'ruin me, daddy'...