Daddy, Please
A torrent of pure, unadulterated envy flooded Anny’s veins.
"Lucky bitch!" she hissed under her breath, the words a venomous whisper. She added another curse, filthier than the first and stormed into her own room, slamming the door hard.
Her blood was a boiling cocktail of rage and acute, aching need. She threw herself onto the bed, her glare burning a hole into the stark white ceiling, but the imagination of Adriano, his hands, his mouth, his body, ravaging her mother, completely undid her.
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