جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 3

The cold of the handcuffs bit into Katherine Smith’s wrists, a stark contrast to the heat spreading through her body. Her legs were fastened with ropes, leaving her legs wide open to grant him easy access to her pussy. At nineteen, she had never felt so vulnerable.Vincent Morris, thirty-six and commanding, with his broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes that always made her knees weak. His shadow fell over her as he stood beside the bed, his gaze a physical weight tracing the lines of her restrained form.“Answer me,” he commanded, his voice a low rasp that vibrated in the charged air. “How many fucking men have taken pleasure from this body?”Her chest rose sharply as his hand traced a slow path downward. His touch was calculated, patient in a way that made her skin prickle and her thoughts scatter. She shuddered, her lips parting on a breath she hadn’t planned to give.“Breasts.” His thumb brushed a pebbled nipple, making her gasp. “Nipples.” His palm smoothed over the flat plane o

Sophia’s voice dropped to a whisper as she leaned closer to her daughter. “He’s been helping us since your father passed. He’s been an absolute rock for us,” she murmured, her voice a careful blend of grief and forced brightness.Her manicured hand closed around her daughter’s wrist with a pressure that felt like a warning.“Handling the business inquiries, dealing with the vultures. The least we can do is show our appreciation.”The words since your father passed landed like a weight in her chest. Katherine turned, a perfectly crafted, empty smile stretching her full, naturally pink lips. It was a mask she’d grown adept at wearing. “Nice to finally meet you, Uncle Vincent. Thank you for all your help.” The gratitude was hollow, a script she was forced to read.Her gaze, traitorous and swift, flickered down just for a heartbeat before snapping back up to meet his. It was subconscious, a magnetic pull she couldn’t immediately resist, her cheeks flushing with a heat that shamed her.Vi