Chapter 2: Welcome to the family again The dinner table felt like a battlefield wrapped in crystal and fine china.I sat between Marcus and his mother, Elaine, but my body still hummed from Richard’s claim. Every shift in my seat made me acutely aware of the warm, sticky mess between my thighs — his cum still slowly leaking out of me, soaking into my lace panties. I pressed my legs together, trying to contain it, but the subtle ache only reminded me how thoroughly he had ruined me in that elevator.Richard sat directly across from me, the picture of composed power in his crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He looked completely unbothered, chatting easily with his wife about quarterly reports while his dark eyes kept flicking to me with wicked amusement.Every time our gazes locked, heat flooded my core.“Sweetheart, you look flushed,” Elaine said kindly, passing me the salad. “Is the wine too strong?”I forced a smile, my voice steadier than I felt. “No,
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