K eep it together . You have to keep it together.

It's happening. Today . Right now, actually. After they hauled Dylan away from me last night, Nico came back to personally let me know that he'd decided that filming would be sooner rather than later.

"Sleep tight, sweetheart," he'd hissed. "Tomorrow's your big day."

My big day. They day my virginity gets taken away on camera, to be sold. The one tiny shred of goodness in all of this is that it's Dylan. It's this rough, kind, perfect man I'm somehow falling for that'll be there with me. It'll be him that takes it, and even if it's not exactly the fairytale way I'd ever have imagined losing it, at least it'll be him.

It's a thought I keep repeating in my head, hoping that it somehow gets me through this. I stare at my reflection in the vanity mirror I'm sitting in front of. Behind me, some of the crew for Nico's porn shoot are setting up lights and making sure the set looks good. It's a faux locker room, complete with a bench, metal lockers, and even some towels up on hooks. I look down at the red and white cheerleader costume I've got on and cringe.

I'm going to lose my virginity on camera in the most porn-cliché scene ever.

I take a shaky breath, trying to calm my jangling nerves as the crew shouts and moves things around behind me.

"Alright, where's a our guy? Get him in here!"

Nico's voice booms over the noise, and the murmurings die down.

A side door opens, and I turn just in time to see a couple of Nico's guys pulling Dylan onto the set. My heart skips a little as I see him — bare-chested and wearing gym shorts, his grooved muscles and tattooed skin slick under the bright lights.

At least it's him .

He sees me, and his look hardens, his eyes blazing into mine. His jaw tightens, and so does my heart as we lock eyes.

"Alright sweetheart!"

Nico's hissing voice jolts me out of it.

"Let’s do this thing. And don't forget to smile!"

I cringe, forcing down the nausea as I stand and walk towards the locker room set. I feel completely exposed in the skimpy costume, but I know I'm about to be much more exposed than this. I know that soon, the cheer costume will be stripped away, and then the raunchy, skimpy red lingerie I've got on under it. And after that, the last of me will be stripped away too.

At least it's him. At least when it happens, it'll be with a man I trust, and who my heart beats faster for. And I hope all of that can distract me from the cameras that film us when it happens.

Dylan moves towards me, and before I can stop myself, I'm flinging my arms around him.

"Are you okay, angel?"

I nod, burying my face in his chest.

"With you here, yes," I whisper.

"I—" He swallows. "I'm so sorry."

"Be gentle?"

His face hardens, and he starts to open his mouth when Nico's voice echoes across the set.

"Alright! We're rolling!"

I glance around, blinded by the lights, but able to see enough to notice the cameraman with his eye to the viewfinder.

How do we start? Do I have lines? I bite my lip, and I can feel Dylan hold me tight when Nico's voice spits out again.

"We're gonna shoot the rest later. For now, this is it. Alright big guy, you're gonna pull her clothes off, once piece at a time. Let us see her."

Dylan growls, his hand closing into a fist. But I put a hand on him, my fingers stroking his skin.

"We have to," I whisper.

"I'd want something better for you," he growls, his eyes burning into mine.

"I know," I say quietly. "I'm glad it's you," I say, my voice breaking a little.

"I'm not going to hurt—"

"Today , asshole!"

Nico's voice has Dylan's face contorting in rage again, but he holds it together. Slowly, his hands move to my top, and I shiver as he starts to tug it up over my body.

"Good," Nico sneers. "Real good. Now toss it away."

Dylan does, dropping my top to the ground before going for my cheer skirt. He tugs it down, pushing the elastic waist over my hips until it drops to my feet. I stand there, feeling more naked and exposed than I ever have in just my stupid, frilly red lingerie. But he moves against me, covering me entirely with his body and shielding me from the cameras.

"Just focus on me," he growls. "Focus on me, and forget the rest of them."

"Drop your shorts, dipshit."

Dylan growls, but he pulls away just enough to push his shorts to the ground. He moves back into me in just his small, black, boxer-briefs, his chiseled body so warm and comforting against me.

"Kiss her."

He pauses for one second, before slowly, he tilts my chin up, leans in, and lets his lips press to mine.

That I can focus on. I moan softly into the kiss, forcing the rest of them out of my mind as I concentrate on kissing him — the man who's opened me up in ways I never knew I could be.

He growls into my lips, like he's losing himself in me, too. And when I feel his cock begin to swell in his shorts against me, I whimper. His hands circle me, pulling me into him and holding me tight. He pulls away just for a second, and when I look up, I fall into his gaze. And there's something I want to tell him, but I know I can't. Not here, and not like this. The physical of all of this might be stolen from me and put on film to sell. But the emotional?

No, that's for me and him, and for us only. That part I'll save, and they'll never get that.

"Take her bra off."

Nico's voice jolts me into the now, and I shiver. I can see Dylan tense as well, his face pulling into a snarl as he turns towards Nico and the camera.

"Well? What's the fucking hold-up?"

Dylan tenses even more, and my hands grip him tighter. We just have to do this, and then we can move. And again, they may take the physical, but they'll never take what’s in my heart for him.

"I'm gonna ask you one more time, fuck-o," Nico spits. He puffs on a cigarette. "And don't try and tell me you can't rise to the occasion, because I can see that fuckin' horse cock from over here."

Some of the crew laughs, and I can feel my face burn bright red as I pull close to him. His arms flex and tighten, his large frame curling around me to shield me from the laughter and the eyes and the cameras.

"There's no problem," he hisses over his shoulder. "Just back the fuck off ."

Nico doesn't blink as he takes puffs on his cigarette, standing there half in shadow glaring at us.

"Take her fucking panties off, spread those pretty legs, smile for the fucking camera, and stick your big dick in her." He jabs the air between us with his cigarette. "You're gonna fuck her, right here, and right now . And if you don't, I'm gonna have to show you how it's done myself."

Suddenly, Dylan roars , and I can feel him start to pull away, like he's going to charge at Nico. My hand flies out, gripping his arm tightly and tugging him back to me.

"Dylan."

He stops, his shoulders heaving and his jaw clenched tight. He narrows his eyes at Nico before he turns back and pulls me into him.

"I need you to fuck me."

The words surprise even myself, but the second I say it, I hold to them. I can feel his cock pulse against me, and I shiver, but I keep my eyes locked on his. This has to happen, because the alternative is worse. The alternative is Nico getting someone who isn't Dylan to do this to me. Or even worse, bringing my sister into all of this and hurting her.

"Angel—"

"Please ," I beg quietly, my brow worrying. I swallow as I slip my hand between us, and when I curl my fingers around his hard cock, he groans.

In another world, this would be different. It'd be just the two of us, and we could go slow, and I could explore every inch of his gorgeous body with my lips and my hands. But we don't have that luxury.

My small hand strokes his thick length through the boxer briefs, and I wet my lips as I look into his eyes.

"Please fuck me. "

His cock throbs in my hand, and even if I see the resistance on his face, and love him for it, I know I have to keep going.

"Fuck me, Dylan," I whisper, my voice as sultry as I can make it. "I want it to be you," I say softly.

"Jesus Christ, are we good here or what?"

I ignore Nico's voice and move into him. I lean up, and when my lips brush his, I feel his cock lurch in my hand as the growl rumbles through his chest. His eyes blaze raw heat into mine, and slowly, he nods.

"Good." Nico claps his hands. "Now, let's make a porno, shall we?"

Dylan moves into me, his arms circling my waist and pulling me against him as his lips sear to mine. Fingers trace up my back, and I shiver as I feel them tease over the back of my bra.

This is happening.

I'm trying so hard to push the rest of them away, and to ignore the bright lights, and the stupid fake set, and knowing that a camera is recording all of this. I kiss him harder, determined to lose myself in just him . My fingers stroke his thick cock, and his hands slide down to my ass, slipping inside my panties and squeezing me.

Just concentrate on him. Concentrate on us.

I kiss him with everything I have, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel him start to tug at my panties.

"Fuck, I can’t wait to get a copy of this shit."

The words are whispered in gruff tones, coming from just off-set next to us, and instantly, the spell is broken.

I glance over to see two creepy looking guys leering at me, their eyes roaming all over me as they grin.

"Yeah," one nods at me, licking his lips. "Fuck him, baby."

His buddy grins, elbowing the first guy and nodding at me too. "Bet you can't wait to get fucked like a slut, huh?"

My resolve shatters. Gone.

I shiver as I pull tight to Dylan and bury my face in his chest.

"I can't do this ," I whisper fiercely. "Dylan… "

"Ignore them, beautiful," he whispers back.

"I— I can't do this!"

"Angel," he murmurs. "I'm right here. Look at me, baby girl. I'm right here for—"

"Nico?"

Dylan's mouth snaps shut as I call out. I hear Nico swearing from behind the lights and the camera.

"What! " he hisses. "Time is money, sweetheart."

"I, uh…" I swallow thickly. "I can't do this."

He sighs. "Yeah, you damn well can, sweetheart. And you fuckin' will."

"No, I mean…"

I'm searching for something — anything ; wracking my brain for some way out of this, when suddenly, the lie comes so easily to my lips.

"I think I just got my period."

There’s a second of silence, and I see Dylan hide his grin. Suddenly, the silence is broken as Nico lets out a stream of swears as his chair goes crashing to the floor.

"God-fucking-damnit!" he roars. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Sorry," I say quietly.

"Not fucking good," he growls, stepping out from behind the lights and glaring at me. "This fucks with the shoot schedule badly ." He thinks for a minute before he shakes his head. "Fuck it, let's just do it anyways. I don't give a shit if you're on the rag."

Dylan clears his throat, turning to him.

"Listen, Nico. We could , but do your clients want that kind of thing? I mean," he shrugs. “It’s going to get pretty graphic."

Nico snarls, and I do my best to hide the excitement from my face.

I think I'm pulling this off. We're pulling it off.

Nico glances at his cameraman, who makes a face and shakes his head.

"Fuck! " Nico's face contorts as he hisses out another stream of swears.

"Fucking fuck! " He grabs a clipboard out of his assistant’s hands and chucks it across the room before he whirls on us.

"Get them the fuck out of my sight," he growls. "And make sure he's tied to his fucking bed this time!"