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Chapter 12
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One Night With My Ex's Father Chapter 12
Sophia woke up alone the next morning, the sheets tangled around her legs and the faint scent of both men still clinging to her skin. She touched the fresh bite mark on her shoulder and felt a strange mix of warmth and unease settle in her chest. Last night hadn’t felt like just another session. It had felt like something cracking open — confessions whispered between thrusts, hands that lingered too long afterward, eyes that held hers a little too steadily. She spent the day jumpy, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When evening finally came and the house emptied out, she found another note under her door. This time the handwriting was Damien’s: *Playroom. Bring nothing but yourself.* The basement lights were already dimmed when she arrived. Victor and Damien were waiting, but the energy in the room felt different tonight — charged, almost restless. Victor held up a sleek black box. “New additions,” he said simply, opening it to reveal toys she hadn’t seen before. A thick glass d
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Sophia stood under the hot spray of the shower the next evening, letting the water beat against her shoulders. The dinner with Marcus had left her rattled in ways she hadn’t expected. Not because of the teasing or the wandering hands under the table — she’d grown shamefully used to that. It was the way Victor had looked at her afterward. Protective. Almost… tender. Like she wasn’t just a toy to be passed around for amusement. She dried off slowly, the collar still snug around her throat, and slipped into a simple silk slip. Her body still carried the faint marks from the playroom, but her mind was louder than any ache between her legs. The knock on her door came sooner than she expected. Damien didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped inside, jaw tight, eyes stormy. “You’ve been avoiding me all day.” “I wasn’t—” she started, but he was already closing the distance, backing her against the dresser. “Don’t lie to me, maid.” His voice had that sharp, dangerous edge, but underneath
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Sophia’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she adjusted the silverware for the third time. The main dining room glowed under soft chandelier light, the long mahogany table set for four. Victor had chosen her outfit himself: a fitted black maid dress that hugged her curves a little too well, the hem shorter than regulation, and nothing underneath. Every movement reminded her of her own nakedness beneath the fabric. Marcus Reed was due any minute. A sharp, influential business associate of Victor’s — the kind of man who moved in the same ruthless circles and expected perfection. Victor appeared behind her, his large hand settling on her lower back. “You look nervous.” “I am,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “What if he sees… what if he knows?” “Then he’ll know you belong to this house.” Victor’s fingers traced lightly down her spine. “And he’ll be jealous.” Damien strolled in wearing a black button-down, sleeves rolled up to show his tattoos. He gave her a slow once-over
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Sophia spent most of the morning moving through the estate like a ghost in her own skin. The black maid uniform felt tighter than usual, every brush of fabric against her marked body a reminder of the night before. Her thighs still carried faint fingerprints. Her throat felt raw from screaming. But it wasn’t just the physical ache that followed her from room to room — it was the quiet, terrifying realization that she was starting to crave this life. She polished the silver in the main dining room with slow, careful strokes, the tall windows letting in bright afternoon light that made the grounds outside look almost peaceful. Birds moved through the trees. The world beyond the estate continued as normal. Inside these walls, nothing felt normal anymore. Victor found her there. He didn’t touch her. He simply leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her work. For a long moment neither of them spoke. “You’re quiet today,” he said eventually. His voice was lower than usual, l
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Sophia woke the next afternoon with her body screaming in the best and worst ways. Every muscle felt used, claimed, owned. There were fresh bruises blooming on her hips, bite marks on the inside of her thighs, and a deep, throbbing ache between her legs that made her clench around nothing just remembering how they’d passed her back and forth on that desk like she was nothing but warm, wet flesh for their pleasure. She spent the day floating through her chores in a daze, hyper-aware of every glance from Damien and every low command from Victor. By the time the sun dipped below the tree line and the last car left the estate, her skin was already tingling with anticipation. This time they didn’t come to her room. A note had been slipped under her door in Victor’s precise handwriting: *Playroom. 9 PM. Naked. Collared.* She found the thin black leather collar on her nightstand and fastened it around her throat with shaking fingers. The weight of it felt like surrender. The playroom w
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The study smelled of aged leather, whiskey, and raw tension. Sophia stood barefoot in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a thin silk robe Victor had tossed at her after dragging her downstairs. Her thighs still glistened from the load he’d left inside her upstairs. She could feel it slowly leaking down her skin every time she shifted her weight. Victor sat behind his massive oak desk like a king on his throne, shirt unbuttoned, jaw tight. Damien lounged against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, that cocky smirk firmly in place even though the air between them crackled like a live wire. “You couldn’t wait five fucking minutes?” Victor’s voice was dangerously quiet. “She’s been here less than a week and you’re already sneaking around my house, pumping your cock into what belongs to me.” Damien laughed, low and sharp. “Belongs to you? She was dripping for it, Dad. Moaning like a little slut while I fucked her over your precious books. Don’t act like you don’t get off on the
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The emerald gown shimmered under the gala lights as Lila stepped out of the black limo. Marcus’s hand stayed firm on the small of her back, thumb stroking the silk through the high slit. Cameras flashed like lightning. The red carpet stretched ahead of them, lined with reporters and guests in desig
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The phone kept buzzing on the nightstand,Marcus reached for the hotel phone, his jaw set hard, fingers already moving toward the buttons for security.Lila caught his wrist. Her skin still carried the warmth from where he had held her. The sting in her palm from earlier thoughts of revenge mixed w
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Lila’s chair scraped backward so hard it nearly tipped. The robe slipped off one shoulder, cool silk dragging over her heated skin as she lunged for the door. Her pulse hammered in her ears, louder than the rain still hammering the glass. Tyler’s father. She had let Tyler’s father stretch her open
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Lila woke up slowly, sunlight pouring across the huge bed like it owned the place. Her body ached in the best way possible. Every muscle reminded her of last night, the way Marcus had pinned her down, the way he had moved inside her until she could not think straight. She shifted under the sheets a
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