The girl on Mr. Willow’s lap didn’t wait for a second invitation. Her fingers were small but fast, clicking the heavy gold buckle of his belt open. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room. She slid his zipper down, and even though I tried to look away, I couldn't. Mr. Willow was thick and dark, already waiting for her. She hiked up her skirt, her own lace panties long gone, and lowered herself onto him with a long, shaky breath. "Mmm... yes, Daddy," she whispered, her head falling onto his shoulder as she began a slow, grinding rhythm. Mr. Willow acted like she was a piece of furniture. He didn't even stop talking. His voice was deep and steady, vibrating through the room while his daughter bounced on his lap. "Lila," he said, looking right at me. "Since you'll be living under my roof, you should know who everyone is. This is Jax, that's Silas. And this is Eddie, the oldest." He pointed to the man with the cold eyes who was watching me like I was a puzzle he wanted to break.
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