Chapter 3Emily's POV “Hmmm…”The sound escaped Mark’s lips like a dam finally cracking under pressure as he stared down at me, his cock still glistening from my mouth, chest heaving. The hunger in his eyes had won. No more fighting. No more half-hearted protests. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from my knees with surprising strength.“You’re going to be the death of me, Emily,” he murmured, voice thick with surrender. “Let's go to your room.”My heart exploded with triumph and nerves as he led me quickly down the hall, both of us moving as silently as possible. Mom’s study door remained closed, but the risk hummed in the air like electricity. The second we slipped into my bedroom and the door clicked shut, Mark turned on me like a man possessed.He backed me toward the bed, hands roaming my body. “You’ve been driving me crazy for years, Emily. Teasing me like this… fuck it. I’m done holding back.”His fingers hooked under the hem of my gown and lifted it slowly, reverently, exp
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