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Neither of us talks for a while, and I get lost in my task of honoring his beautiful, broken body. He seems to adore my touch, leaning in to every moment of it. His swollen cock is a sure sign of approval too. Its slit is oozing pre-cum that sparkles at me in the light, while I’m rubbing topical pain relief over his bruises.
My hands are covered in anti-inflammatory cream, and I run them down his sides, as I take him into my mouth and suckle at the crown of his cock.
His head falls back as he moans, and I take him deeper, loving the taste and scent of our fucking still on him.
“We should fuck again,” he says, restless in his chair. “Improve the odds. Swing them in our favor. I’ll finish inside you again, and you can trap it in somehow. A tampon? Do you have any?”
I shake my head, then glance at the nearby supplies and nod. “We can do something like that.” Something flushable would be best, to get rid of the evidence.
“Let me taste you first,” he says, his voice rough. “Like you did with me. Pull that other chair over and arrange yourself, so I can lick between your thighs.”
There’s a knock at the door. “You’ve got half an hour before time’s up, Kira,” Loosh calls through the door.
“Thank you,” I call back, washing my hands quickly, so I can do as Quin’s asked before I’m dragged away to my wedding.
* * *
I’m escortedto a locked suite with a fancy bathroom and a wedding gown laid out for me.
And bywedding gown, I mean an indecently short white negligee, made of a soft mesh so transparent, I may as well get married naked.
There is no underwear.
There is no robe.
And the note says I won’t need them.
It says I must shower and braid my hair.
It also says my father will be attending the wedding ceremony, where I will essentially be naked and must report how agreeable I am to fuck Jack Montgomery.
It will make for a lasting memory, if it’s the last time I see Dad as a free man.
Free?Pfft. Nobody is free if Jack’s in charge.
This sick fucking joke of a marriage couldn’t possibly get more disturbing.
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QUIN
Iknow the moment my father feels he has completed his mission, because I’m released from my prison. It’s silent gloating.
He’s made his point. He has the power to take what’s mine and use it to hurt me, and he’ll do it anytime he feels the need to, so I can’t give him cause. Not ever again. I must do as he says or I will pay the price.
The monster will be happy with himself. He fucked a woman less than half his age, secured his business deals, and tamed his most rebellious son.
It’s a good day for him to die.
But Loosh steps from the shadows at Jack’s bedroom door. He pins me to the wall and rips the knife from my hand. “There’s a backup plan,” he whispers in my ear. “An autopay hit on her. If you go after him, she dies.”
The fight leaves me in an instant, and I remain against the wall, for support, even after Loosh releases me.
Our father’s steady snores echo through the hall, sounding smug and satisfied in my ears.
“Is she in there?” I ask, scared of the answer.
“No. He used her allotted suite.” Loosh steps away and gestures toward the east wing. “Didn’t want her crying to disturb his sleep.”
