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"You're breaking up with me, huh? Your hand is ruined now. The hospital won't want you anymore. Your career is done for! Who else would want you but me?" I took a deep breath and slapped him with my left hand. Then, I knocked over the thermal container he had placed on the bedside table. Shaun was stunned. He couldn't believe that his usually calm and gentle girlfriend would lose her temper. I glared at him, my finger trembling as I pointed at him furiously.

He thrust in slow, inch by inch, stretching my pussy delicious. I bit lip to stifle cry. My pussy started fucking within the first few intense strokes. "Fuck, so tight," he groaned, digging the hell out of me. “I am going to fucking ruin this pussy” “Ugh yes daddy, ruin it, fuck me!” “You love daddy dick, don’t you?” “Yes I love daddy dick, ugggh! Fu—uck!” I gasped as hot puffs skipped out of my throat. “I have always known you to be a slut”

It has been two nights of the same thing on loop in my dreams, my father telling me I am worthless, I can’t do this, and he will always win. Today is the day I prove him wrong though once and for all. He may be dead, but he is still in my head and the sooner we free Rip Claw from the rogues and begin rebuilding, the better. There is so much riding on this that if I let my father’s words sway me, I would fail. Failure isn’t an option, I will not let my people down.

They’re right inside me, not just in my body but in my mind, too. And we’re right on the edge. Right on the edge of toppling over forever, once I say it I’ll never go back, I’ll never be able to go back. “Daddy,” I gurgle with Kennedy’s swollen dick between my lips. “That’s it,” Riven says as my body betrays my secrets. My toes curl, my whole body trembling as I lose control. “Again,” Riven growls, and I’m done. All in for everything.

"Do you really have to be this heartless? That time was just an accident. Even if I cheated, I only ever loved you, didn't I? Who doesn't make mistakes? You're divorcing me over something so trivial?" I sighed, my voice calm. "It's not trivial. And it's not just this one thing." Seemingly confused, he asked, "What do you mean?" What did I mean? I wanted a divorce because I had enough. I was deeply disappointed. My father was an artist—like many artists. He was somewhat romantic. When he was young, my mother fell obsessively in love with him. They got married and had a child, but he was repeatedly unfaithful, causing my mother to develop depression.

With his abs and his pretty waistline that led to what I crave for the most. My breast were already pirky and hard just from staring at him. But rubbing my clit wasn’t enough so I shoved one finger in, grinding on it as I stared at him as if he could see me. See how he ruined me. I imagined him standing by the door. Watching. Enjoying how I tear myself apart for him. Obsessing over him. “Daddy, please. I want you inside of me.” I rasped breathless talking as if he could hear me.“I want you to make me your little slut. I want to to ruin me, Daddy.” I moaned shamelessly not caring how loud my voice might be.

"You wanted me to ruin you? To leave you so sore you can’t think about anything else? To mark you so everyone knows who you belong to?" "Yes! Yes, daddy! Ruin me!" I screamed, my head tossing back against the cold glass. I was sobbing now, the pleasure too much to handle. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, my heels digging into the small of his back as I tried to pull him even deeper, trying to swallow every inch of him.

​ “I don't need you. I'll fight for myself.” ​ “What’s your plan?” ​ I parted my lips to say something, but words failed me. ​ “I’ll destroy Dave and Aurora. In return, you will submit yourself to me.” Don's eyes burned into mine, waiting for my answer. ​

I cursed back, veins popping out in my forehead. “Then your father loses everything and is made sure he pays me through his nose with interest “. He picked up his suit and walked towards the door. My brows joined together. My father looked at me, his face a hint of disappointment even though I was more disappointed in him. “Come late to the registry and this would be the last of me being nice”. He shut the door and left. My phone slipped out of my hand, and the screen shattered on the tile floor. My mother ran after him.

He kidnapped me. My own father. Took me by force. And now we're speeding away from the only place I felt truly wanted. From the men who ruined me. From the men I love. The car hits the highway engine roaring. Daddy whispers sorry over and over. But it's too late for sorry. Because Matteo will come. Luca will come. Nico will come. And when they do... There will be blood. The car disappears into the night. And I close my eyes feel the road rumble under me.