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I lift her skirt, yanking her panties down to the floor. I move the plug with my fingers, listening as she lets out a deep groan.

“Soaking wet,” I tell her. “I could fuck you right here and now in that tight little asshole of yours.”

I pull the plug out slowly, setting it aside before stroking between her buttocks. “Would you like that, dolcezza mia?”

Before she can respond, her phone buzzes, the sudden sound jarring in the quiet of the room. She glances at the screen on the desk beside her, her expression shifting to one of concern.

“It’s my dad,” she says, pulling her panties back into place. “He wants to meet. It’s urgent.”

I feel a surge of protectiveness, an instinctual need to shield her from whatever pain may be lurking in the shadows of her family’s demands. “Amelia, you know he’s just using you, right?” The words come out harsher than I intended.

Her gaze snaps to mine, a fire burning in her eyes. “Just because you’re dead inside doesn’t mean I have to be,” she retorts, her voice sharp with hurt and defiance. “I care about my family, Rafael. I can’t just turn my back on them.”

“Let me come with you,” I offer, the words out before I can weigh the consequences. “You shouldn’t have to face this alone.”

Her gaze softens, the anger giving way to a vulnerable gratitude. “Thank you, but he says to come alone.”

Watching her walk away, the door closing softly behind her, I curse her father for many reasons. Then I grab my jacket and follow her out, making sure she doesn’t see me.

10

AMELIA

The evening air is thick with tension as I step into my our modest living room. The familiar scent of my mother’s cooking does little to ease the knot of apprehension in my stomach.

My father sits in his armchair, chain-smoking; the ashtray is full beside him. His expression is dark, a storm brewing in his eyes that I know all too well.

“Finally decided to show your face, huh?” he grumbles. His voice is laced with bitterness, and I brace myself for the confrontation I know is coming. “I told you it was urgent.”

“I came as soon as I could, Dad.

He cuts me off with a scoff. “Your fancy new husband got you thinking you’re better than us? I’m your father. I deserve some respect around here.”

The mention of Rafael stings, a reminder of the worlds colliding in this moment. “Respect? You sold my virginity and then my hand in marriage to the highest bidder. Where was the respect forme?”

“You’re my daughter. You do as you’re told. Now you tell your husband I need him to talk to Victor Ivanov. Clear my debts for me.”

“He’s already done that.” I groan. “You lost again, didn’t you? Fuck you, Dad. You can’t keep doing this.”

“I can’t? Watch me,” he interrupts, his voice rising. “You married into money, Amelia. It’s about time you start helping out around here instead of just parading around Manhattan.”

I swallow hard, my resolve hardening. “I saw you at the casino, Dad. The women by your side. Does Mom know?”

His grip on my arm tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh with a ferocity that takes my breath away.

His face is a storm of emotions, darkening with each passing second, a terrifying mix of shame and anger swirling in his eyes.

His voice, when he speaks again, is a low growl, barely contained. “You are my daughter, Amelia, and youwillobey me!”

I try to pull away, but his hold is ironclad, unyielding. “Dad, please, you’re hurting me,” I plead, my voice shaking with fear and disbelief. How could this man, who raised me, who I looked up to, become this monster before me?

He leans in close, his breath hot against my face. “I don’t care. Get the money from your new husband. That’s the least you can do after everything I’ve sacrificed for you.

“I raised you, gave you room and board. What did I get in return? Nothing but disrespect. You’re just like your mother. Maybe I should take you in hand, same as her. Get me my money!”

I stare at him, my heart pounding in my chest, a mixture of hurt and resolve settling over me. “Rafael marriedme, not your debts. I won’t betray his trust like that.”

That’s when he snaps. His hand lashes out, striking me across the face with a force that sends me tumbling to the ground. Pain explodes across my cheek, a bright, searing heat that blurs my vision and sends tears streaming down my face.

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