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asking you to stop seeing other men, I’m demanding it. If you want me, you’ll stop talking to my brother and however many other men you talk to. I’ll be the only one fucking you.”

I didn’t want an answer from her. She either listened, or continued to mess around with her damn webcam.

If she wouldn’t choose me, I wouldn’t show up anymore. We’d be over, with no other way of getting me back.

Whatever the fuck I was feeling, whatever I wanted to achieve with getting her to be mine, it was all new to me.

For now, I had to show her what else I was capable of.

What we were capable of together.

Giving up being a camgirl was never my plan. Not even for Riggs.

It was a way of making some extra money, to save it for when I needed it, and to not rip off my father and his heavy bank account.

I wanted to be independent when it came to buying things, and with camming, which was something I loved doing, I was able to do just that.

No matter how rough he was with me, giving up camming was not an option.

I couldn’t tell him though, as he was still pressing down on my airway, not letting me breathe or speak while he continued to rub my clit.

It already started to pulsate heavily, and my knees were slowly giving in, but Riggs held me up with his hand on my throat.

The taste of his urine lingered on my tongue, but it wasn’t bothering me as much as it bothered me the way he was ordering me to give up what I loved doing.

How could I ever tell those men that I would suddenly stop camming them because an alpha-hole demanded me to?

They’d be disappointed and mad, and I could easily lose my customers.

“You think you can play me like this, huh? You have no fucking clue how much I hoped for a moment like this. For you to fuck up to show you just how rough I can really be,” he growled, his fingers still rubbing my clit.

He let out a harsh laugh. “This is what you signed up for, Dove. Let’s see if you still want me after this. If you can still handle me.”

For some reason, I started to believe that I couldn’t.

His true colors were showing, and as aroused as I was by his rough way of handling me, my mind was slowly telling me that this was not gonna end well.

I started to feel lightheaded by the lack of air, and just as I started to see stars all around me, and the orgasm slowly creeped up on me, he pushed me onto the bed.

I turned to look at him, taking in as much air as possible while he stood there staring at me with dark eyes and a deep crease between his brows.

“Tell me, Dove—”

“Don’t call me that,” I hissed, wanting to somewhat tease but also gain control back.

“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you. You’ve been showing that pussy to other men while you let me fuck you,” he stated.

I didn’t deny any of that, and it made me feel powerful, knowing he was jealous that he wasn’t the only one.

This was getting messy really quick, and it wouldn’t lead somewhere good. Yet…I was enjoying it.

I was sick, my mind twisted and perverted. Just like his.

Maybe that’s why I felt such a strong connection to him.

He didn’t judge me, didn’t laugh at me for having all those kinks, and he pushed me to show them to him because he would profit from them just as much as I did.

Riggs was a real man, but I had to find a solution for his demands.

“I won’t stop being a cam girl,” I stated, but that’s not what he wanted to hear.

He got on the bed and leaned over me, pushing my legs apart and pressing his knee against my crotch while his hand cupped my jaw tightly.

“And you dare talk back to me like that? Didn’t you hear what I said? If you keep that shit up, I’ll be gone.”

That’s what I didn’t want.

I wanted to keep him, let him touch me, make me feel good.

I didn’t like this ultimatum. Not one bit.

“Think I have to remind you what you’ll miss out on if you choose those men over me.”

He wasn’t expecting an answer, but yet I whispered, “Yes, please.”

He laughed, shaking his head and ripping the mask off my head, leaving