69|Remember That

~Rylee~

He licked his lips, lust dilating his brown eyes. The gears in his head shift, thinking of a spot in this room where he wants his men to do their way with me. There was no other option for him, really. Apart from this wooden chair I was sitting on, there was no other furniture they could use.

His eyes drifted towards the rug beneath my feet. His filthy mind set on using the floor to cradle my body.

He pulled out his phone. My stomach twisted. He even thought of recording his sickening plan. He was ready to command his men when I spoke. My voice was so low it was impossible for him to hear me.

“Did you say something?” he asked, giving me his full attention.

I kept my gaze fixed on the rug. “How sure are you?” I repeated.

“Sure of what?”

I lift my eyes to his. “That we are related….”

His brows quirked up, lips titling to an amused smile. “Tio Vicente will not go to the lengths he did in finding you if you are not his daughter.”

“That’s your uncle,” I said. “I am asking if you ar