Page 41 of Revolt

“Raff?” Dal murmurs through the door.

“I’ll be a few minutes. Miss Harrow has something to discuss regarding very important things. Isn’t that right, Miss Harrow?” His fingers slam into me, making me moan. “Oh yes, I won’t be long at all,” he calls.

The bastard.

“Miss Harrow, the time,” one of my team calls.

Raff twists his fingers inside me, adding a third and making me swallow back my scream. “Better answer them, Miss Harrow, before they open the door.” He licks the shell of my ear then bites down. “Because I won’t stop. I’ll let them see me giving this bratty pussy just what it wants. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” I cry out before clearing my throat as he laughs. I try to kick back, but he pins my leg, thrusting his fingers in deeper. “I’ll be right there.”

My voice is off, but I don’t care.

I bite down on my lip as I tilt my hips, taking his fingers as he fucks me with them. “Good girl,” he growls, turning his hand until he’s rubbing my clit. “Good girls get to come, so come, Miss Harrow. Stain my fingers so I taste you all day.”

Fuck!

I detonate, flying off the edge with his words and touch. I come so fast and hard, he reaches around and covers my mouth, muting my scream as my cunt pulses. He strokes me through it, barely even breathing heavily in my ear.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “That’s it, ride out every last drop. Give it to me. I want to drip with your cum.”

Fuck.

I slump into the door with a thud, and I feel his grin against my neck as he pulls from my body and deftly rights my pants before patting my ass. Turning on shaking legs, I eye him as he steps back.

His face is cold and empty, businesslike. “Are you ready now, Miss Harrow?”

The satisfied gleam in his eyes has me straightening.

I glare at him and open the door, smiling sweetly at my waiting team. Some have knowing looks in their eyes but I ignore them. They are loyal, or as loyal as you can be in this industry.

“Ready?” I ask as I pull on my shades and head outside to the car.

As soon as we’re inside, I look out of the window, ignoring them all. A noise has me glancing over to see Raff looking at me, and when I meet his gaze, he sucks his fingers into his mouth. I flip him off, and he grins smugly.

It’s a good thing he’s pretty.

* * *

Luckily, there were only a few paparazzi and fans waiting outside of the studio. It hasn’t been announced who is on today so I quickly sneak by. Once inside the dressing room I’m escorted to with my name on a plaque on the door, my team gets to work.

Raff stations himself and Dal outside, while Astro and Cillian are in here with me, watching the team’s every move. I aimlessly scroll through my phone as my makeup and hair are done. We’re going for a wavy hair look, with pieces braided back and charms hanging from them. The makeup will be everyday glam. I already picked my outfit, and as usual, they are working around it.

I’m on Instagram, replying to comments and messages from fans, smiling widely at their enthusiasm. They probably think it’s my social media team, and it usually is, but sometimes I love to connect this way with them to remind myself that this is why I do it. I love feeling their support and hearing their stories, like the ways I’ve helped or touched them.

Dramatic, but music can save lives.

It saved mine, after all.

I accidentally slide to the message request section and groan at the hate I see there. Usually, the team is good at blocking it before I see it, but some messages still slip through. I don’t even open them anymore. I instantly delete them. I don’t have the time or energy for hate anymore. I’m determined to enjoy my life and not let anyone bring me down. Anyone who is willing to send hate messages or emails, hiding behind a keyboard, is not worth my time. It also usually has more to do with them than me. Remaining silent sometimes speaks louder than words so I delete hundreds, only to stop at one.

It’s from two days ago, and I don’t know why I open it, but the messages are weird.

I love it when you swim at night.

I missed your face so much.

They shouldn’t be in your house. Who are they?

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