I never thought dinner at my boyfriend’s house would end with me bent over the kitchen counter, but here I was. It started innocent enough. Jake invited me over to meet his dad and older brother for the first time. His family was rich, the kind of rich that made everything feel a little too perfect—big house, fancy lights, food that smelled expensive. I wore a short black dress that hugged my body tight, the hem barely covering my thighs. I wanted to look good, not slutty… but maybe a little slutty. Jake’s dad, Mr. Reynolds, opened the door. Tall, broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair, and eyes that looked me up and down slow. He smiled like he already knew what I tasted like. “You must be Emily,” he said, voice deep and rough. His hand shook mine a second too long. His brother, Ryan, was just as bad. Same dark eyes, same cocky grin, but younger and hungrier. He didn’t even try to hide the way he stared at my tits when I walked past. Dinner was torture. I sat between Jake an
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