Caleb's eyes locked on the screen. Mona's bubble blinked, then finally appeared:
…Okay. I get it. I'll stop streaming. Please, don't leak that.
A slow grin stretched under his mask. His thumbs moved quickly.
Good girl. Didn't think it would be this easy to break a rising star.
Another reply flashed back almost instantly:
Please… don't ruin my life.
Caleb leaned back, a low chuckle slipping out. This wasn't about sex anymore. This was about control—the raw thrill of making someone submit, watching their pride collapse with just a few words. It was intoxicating.
His pulse raced. "Shit… this feels too damn good," he whispered.
But the grin faltered. A shadow rose in his mind—the image of Maya. Not because he'd met her, but because he'd heard the stories, seen the ripples she left behind. Maya, the woman who destroyed Melissa's life, who left his mother broken.
And now, here he was, doing the same thing—crushing someone else's life for his own satisfaction.
