DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Bella

We talked a little more, about nothing important, just the kind of small talk that felt like medicine, and then she said goodnight and ended the call. I sat there for a minute, staring at the dark screen, letting the words settle. Not stage two. Nog even close. There was still time. There was still hope.

I climbed under the covers, suddenly bone-tired. Lara still wasn’t back. Was she really not coming home tonight? My phone buzzed a second later. It was a text from her.

Lara: won’t be back tonite. at the club w some ppl. talk tmrw

I stared at the message, thumb hovering over the keyboard. What was I supposed to tell her tomorrow? The whole humiliating mess with the camera, getting caught, Black’s stupid smirk when he took it back… Part of me wanted to spill everything, to have someone else carry the weight for once. But another part the bigger part wanted to bury it. Lie. Pretend none of it happened. I typed nothing back, just locked the phone and tossed it on the nightstand.

I switched off the lamp, leaving only the blue glow from my phone screen. I heated up a pack of instant noodles in the communal kitchenette down the hall, then brought the steaming bowl back to bed. Propped against the pillows, I put on some mindless rom-com I’d seen a hundred times, slurping noodles while the dialogue washed over me.

When the bowl was empty, I set it on the floor and kept scrolling-Instagram stories, TikTok, anything to keep my brain from circling back to Mom or the camera or Lara. That’s when I felt it: something hard digging into my lower back. I shifted. reached under the blanket, and pulled it out.

The tiny spy camera. Still there. Still mocking me.

I should’ve thrown it in the trash right then, taken it outside and smashed it under my shoe. But my fingers froze. What if there was something on it? What if Black had recorded more than just me that night? What if… I could use it somehow?

I sighed, grabbed my laptop from the desk, and plugged the little SD card adapter in. The drive popped up immediately. I yawned, rubbing my eyes, telling myself I’d just skim for a minute and then delete everything.

I opened the folder. A handful of video files, timestamped over the last few weeks. I clicked the most recent one, expecting to see my own panicked face from that night.

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Instead, the screen filled with dim lighting. And there was Jones’s sister standing tall, gorgeous, always perfectly put together, pressed against the wall. Black had her pinned there, one hand her hair, the other low on her waist. He kissed her like he was starving, deep and slow and hungry. She melted into it, fingers clutching his shirt, a soft mean slipping out that the camera picked up crystal clear.

I swallowed hard. My mouth went dry.

“Wow,” I whispered to the empty room. “He’s… really a good kisser.”

My eyes widened as I watched, heat creeping up my neck. I should’ve closed it. I should’ve deleted the whole folder and pretended I never saw it. But I didn’t move. I just sat there, laptop balanced on my thighs, staring at the screen as Black Mod her head back and kissed down her throat, her breath hitching in a way that made something twist low in my stomach

I clicked pause, my heart hammering. Then I clicked play again.

Just for research, I told myself.

Just to know what kind of person I was really dealing with.

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I kept watching, unable to stop, as things escalated fast. Clothes came off-her dress pooling on the floor, his shirt poved aside, and pants shoved down I looked away quickly, my cheeks burning, but the sounds pulled me back soft moans at first, then deeper groans, skin slapping skin.

When I glanced again, she was on the desk, her legs spread wide, Darrell between them, thrusting hard and steady. Her head fell back, moans turning into sobs of pleasure. So bigoh God, you’re so big,” she gasped. couldn’t handle it.

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Their angle was low and off to the side, hidden where I’d tucked it, so I couldn’t see the actual joining, just his muscled back flexing, his ass clenching with every deep drive. But the sounds… the wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room, loud in my headphones.

I should’ve closed it. I should’ve deleted the whole thing. But heat was pooling low in my belly, insistent and unwelcome. I shifted on the bed, thighs pressing together, and realized I was wet-really wet. My breath hitched when I slipped a hand down to confirm it. The first touch made me moan softly, surprised at how sensitive I was.

That was how it started.

I touched myself in slow circles at first, matching the rhythm on screen without meaning to. Her cries grew louder, desperate; his grunts turned rougher. My fingers moved faster, slick and needy. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but it felt too good and too wrong to stop.

“I’m gonna come,” Darrell groaned, voice low and husky, hips snapping harder.

I didn’t want to finish with him, but my body betrayed me. I rubbed faster, chasing the edge, and when he buried himself deep with a guttural grunt and came, I shattered too, my back arching off the bed, a choked moan slipping out as waves crashed through me.

I gasped, yanking my hand away like it burned. “What have I done?” I whispered to the dark room, chest heaving. Had I really just gotten off to his sex tape?

On screen, Darrell didn’t pull out right away. He stayed there a moment, breathing hard, then reached for a towel on the nearby chair. He draped it gently over her, almost tender, before turning around.

My breath caught.

There it was-his cock, still heavy and glistening, hanging thick between his thighs even as it softened. It was…. than I’d imagined from the sounds alone. No wonder she’d been sobbing like that.

I stared, frozen, until he started walking straight toward the camera, his huge cock swinging.

huge. Bigger

My pulse hammered in my ears. He got closer, closer, until his face filled the frame, that same cocky smirk I knew too well curling his lips. He reached down, wrapped a hand around himself, and gave one slow stroke.

“Call me when you see this,” he mouthed clearly, eyes locked right on the lens like he was looking straight at me. “Right now.”

I slammed the laptop shut so fast the screen cracked against the keyboard.

My heart was trying to punch out of my chest. What the hell was that? Had he… known for a long time? Had he set this up? Or was the camera just in the perfect spot for him to notice later?

I bolted to the bathroom, turned on the faucet full blast, and scrubbed my hands like I could wash away what I’d just done. In the mirror, my reflection looked wild-cheeks flushed, eyes too bright. Then, for a split second, I swore I saw him behind me, smirking, mouthing “call me.”

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