I LET MY FATHER'S RIVAL TASTE ME

Chapter 14 — Vespera’s POVThe marks from the previous night’s spanking still carried a faint residual heat when morning light filled the penthouse, a quiet reminder that lingered every time I shifted on my knees or felt the soft brush of air against my skin. Thorne had reinforced the new rule before we slept, the requirement that I thank him after every orgasm already settling into the growing list of non-negotiable structures, and the memory of the words leaving my mouth while my body still trembled from the dual intensity of impact and release left a complicated weight in my chest that I could not fully examine.He woke me with the same calm authority as the day before, pointing to the rug without speaking, and I knelt while he dressed in a dark shirt and trousers that made the ordinary act of preparing for business feel like another layer of the protocol that now governed every hour. When he finally looked at me properly he rested two fingers under my chin and tilted my face upwa

I LET MY FATHER'S RIVAL TASTE ME

Chapter 15 — Thorne’s POVThe elevator doors had barely closed behind Cassian when the last of my restraint snapped. The knowledge that another man had spent two hours looking at what belonged to me—naked, collared, thighs open, visibly affected by the exposure—settled into something dark and sharp behind my ribs, and the quiet satisfaction of having displayed her was already being overtaken by the sharper need to reclaim every inch he had seen. I looked down at Vespera still kneeling between my legs, lips parted, the flush of the orgasm I had just forced from her still coloring her cheeks, and the soft leather of the collar at her throat only fed the possessive hunger that had been building since the moment Cassian’s gaze first lingered.“Stand up.”She rose on unsteady legs. I did not give her time to find her balance. I turned her, bent her forward over the arm of the couch, and pushed her chest down until her cheek pressed against the leather, the position lifting her ass and lea

I LET MY FATHER'S RIVAL TASTE ME

Chapter 16 — Vespera’s POVTwo days passed before Thorne mentioned Cassian again. The bruises on my hip and thigh had darkened to deep purple, and the bite mark on my neck sat just above the collar where anyone could see it if they looked. He made no effort to hide them. Every morning he checked the marks with his fingers, pressing just hard enough to make me feel them again, and every time he did the same quiet possession settled over his face.On the third morning he told me to kneel in the usual place while he made a short call. I heard Cassian’s name. When he hung up he looked at me and said, “He is coming back this evening. This time he will stay and watch. You will not speak to him. You will not look at him unless I tell you to. You will only look at me while I use you. Do you understand?”I said yes. The word came out steady even though my stomach tightened.The hours until evening moved slowly. He kept me on my knees for long stretches, sometimes leaving me there while he work

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I LET MY FATHER'S RIVAL TASTE ME

I LET MY FATHER'S RIVAL TASTE ME

I LET MY FATHER'S RIVAL TASTE ME