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“—tell me who’s your daddy.” The next thrust was brutal, deliberate, grinding deep enough that I saw stars. “You are,” I sobbed out, voice cracking. “You are my daddy—” “Louder.” He punctuated the word with another punishing drive of his hips, spanking me again—harder—while he kept fucking me without mercy. My ass burned, my pussy throbbed, every nerve screaming in the best way. “You’re my daddy—oh God—Mr. William you’re my daddy—” The words spilled out between screams, high and desperate, my whole body shaking like I might fly apart.

Smiling finally. Knock at the door. Loud. Aggressive. Demanding. Dante answered. Man standing there. Forties. Disheveled. Drunk. Angry. Dangerous. "Where's my daughter? Where's Jade? I know she's here. Hiding. Thinking she can just. Just leave. Just abandon me. Thinking she's too good. Too special. Too whatever. But she's mine. My daughter. My responsibility. And I'm taking her home. Now." Jade's abusive father shows up at the Moretti home, demanding she come home.

He groans, rubbing his face with his hands, I needed to push him further if I wanted more. “I took the pain killers right? It killed the pain, I’m fine seriously. But I would be fine-r, if you touched me.” He wavers, I see it, his hands slacks and I can see his jaw working, he is considering it, his eyes fall on my body that is covered with the sheets, my dick is so hard at this point, nothing could hide it. Just a little more… “Please… I need you daddy.”

She carried all that pain alone, unaware that on the very day she returned, two people were already investigating what she had endured in the Black Forest. One of them was her father. Arthur Winston, the Alpha of the Blood Claw pack, was always calm and rarely lost his temper. But when those bloody records were laid in front of him, it was the first time he completely lost control. He had believed that his good friend and the Black Forest pack were trustworthy. He never imagined that his own daughter would be tormented and slandered there, her reputation completely ruined. He could have stormed back for revenge, but he didn't. Instead, he silently cut all ties with the Black Forest pack and

She asks and I arch a brow. "Owning the majority of Manhattan?" I tease and she laughs a bit. "Yeah, that." She jokes, I flip over the chicken. "My father used to be one of the biggest attorneys here, in Manhattan." I start. "He was the most abusive fuck to ever walk the planet, he would rape my mother, abuse her and me, but he was so experienced by the time I was born he never left a mark." I tell her and she looks at me with such sadness.

The necessities of my life. Dominic Leone is my daddy. My everything. Fuck the world. We have each other. I know they’ll come for us again, and I know next time they try, I will be right by my daddy’s side. There will be no mistaking me for victim, that’s for damn sure. The End

They all want to be experimented with, all seemingly stuck in high gear. “Grab my hair, Daddy.” He wads it, pulling me back toward him, the tight pain in my skull numbing me as he grabs near the roots. “Choke me, Daddy.” His other hand wraps around my throat, pulling me up toward him, my body floating from the hair and the neck as Daddy rams his cock straight up into my cunt. He squeezes, cutting off air, strangling me as he roughly rams me. It's like every new furious interest only enrages Daddy, making him spear me harder, the animal in him coming to the surface as I let him abuse my body.

“Why do I get the feeling that’s not just about the staff schedule.” A real smile crossed her face then, quick and sharp. “Because you’re not stupid. I like that too.” She glanced at Adriano, and something unspoken passed between them, before turning back to me. “Your father would have liked you. Daniel always said he wanted a daughter who has sharp wit, and is smart. Looks like he got his wish.” (I don’t know if sharp wit means “ask too many questions”, but I don’t want to say “ask too many questions”)

His voice was calm, almost soft. “Come here.” I climbed onto his lap again, this time facing him properly. He gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the head through my soaked folds, coating himself. Every pass over my clit made me twitch. I was so wet it was embarrassing. The sound was filthy. He didn’t rush. He lined himself up and started pushing in.

“You disfigured her body without mercy, you cheap bastard.” Dad grabbed his wrist, trying to act innocent, as if he hadn’t done anything wrong to me. “Mr. Roth, she’s just a liar. Don’t believe everything she told you.” The chaos building inside the captain exploded again as he smashed my father harder into the wall. He fought brutally to keep himself from destroying his face with a punch. “Listen to me carefully, you bastard. If you touch her again, or I hear she suffered abuse from you again, you can’t imagine what I’ll do to you.”