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“Can I change?” I’m still in my uniform.
“Your father said you need to come right now.”
“Okay.” She holds my door open, and I walk out.
When I hit the bottom step, I see my father’s office door is open, but no one is inside. I make my way down the hallway and stop at the dining room where my father and Mr. Corano are sitting.
“Lacy.” My father's voice is tight. “I want to introduce you to Mr. Corano.” Mr. Corano stands and offers me his hand.
“You can call me Corano for now.”
For now? I take his hand, expecting to shake it, but he ends up snagging me around the wrist and pulling me into him. He grunts when my body collides with his. Warmth explodes through me. As much as I enjoy the feeling of Corano’s big body against mine, I try to push back, knowing I’m about to be in so much trouble.
“You’re not getting away from me now,” he says as he leans down to whisper into my ear, “I’ve been waiting for this. It’s been a year since I first saw you.”
His teeth sink into my neck, and I let out a small gasp. The pain shoots straight between my thighs as heat settles low in my stomach. My fingers dig into the front of his shirt as my body experiences an array of sensations and emotions.
“Father?” I have no idea what is happening right now, but Corano is the one that responds.
“I’m your daddy now.” Corano lifts his head, and his dark eyes meet mine. The intensity and hunger I see in them makes my breath hitch.
“Drinks?” my mother asks as she enters the dining room, oblivious to what’s happening. She sets my dad’s normal Coke and whiskey down on the table.
“She’ll have milk with her dinner,” Corano informs my mom, and she nods and leaves the room without saying a word about Corano holding me against his body.
Something hard presses into my stomach.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I whisper.
“What’s happening, little one, is your father has gotten himself in too deep ,and now he can’t pay his debts.” My eyes flick over to my father, who is staring at us. Corano’s rough fingers slip up the back of my thigh and go under my skirt. I expect my father to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead he watches Corano’s hand and then licks his lips.
“How much does he owe you?” I whimper as Corano’s fingers grab my bottom and then dig into me.
“A few million,” he says, and I gasp. A few million?!
“What does that have to do with me?” The question pops out of my mouth, but I think I already know.
“It has everything to do with you, little one. You’re the only collateral he has.”
“Me?”
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” My face rushes with heat, but I nod my head. “You’ve been such a good girl over the last year, but I’ll confirm for myself.”
Before I can ask how he’s going to do that, he’s lifting me off my feet and placing me on the dining room table. He lays me back and then I watch with wide eyes as he flips my skirt up and pulls my panties down my legs. I gasp as he spreads my thighs, and when I try to close them back, he smacks the outside of one.
“Be a good girl. I don’t want to have to punish you.” The sting where he popped me makes my sex throb, and I let my thighs fall back open for him. “Look how pretty you are.” He runs his finger down the seam of my bare sex.
“Mom said I have to keep myself shaved. That girls are supposed to.” His finger stops over the small bundle of nerves that’s throbbing almost painfully.
I can feel my father’s eyes on me as I let out a moan. When he starts to stroke me, it feels so good because his rough fingers are different from my own. I’ve tried to play with myself before, but I could never get what my body longed for. Corano’s fingers might do the trick because they’re as thick and rough as the rest of him. I peek over to see my father still watching us and not saying a word.
His eyes are looking at where Corano is touching me, and he has the same heated look in his eyes that Corano does. Sweat drips down my father’s forehead like he’s been working out.
A warm shiver slides down my belly, and I look at Corano when his finger stops moving. My hips start to rise, but he grabs them to keep me from doing it again.
“Be still and let me check.” That’s when I feel him press against me in a tight pressure.
“And if I’m not a virgin?” I don’t know why I ask because I am.
