OBEYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER

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ompared to the hea

shame crawlin

ith my best f

had been ru

s

rk

ai

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ere nowhere

seventeen m

rom H

e

daug

end since f

nd at her father's mansion, thinking it would

happened three floor

legs making me wince. The scent of him cl

ter on the nightstand.

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v

k before 10 AM. Come downstairs

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b

o apology. No aff

ow badly that

towel. A black dress hung on the bed-a sleek, tight bodycon that screamed "o

it all

k

wante

d always known

ng the way my thighs still tremb

dining room, the firs

window, speaking on the phone in that low, commanding

en I entered, eyes gr

. But the heat in his

call with one

urned to

it

gain, didn't greet me. Just lifted his cup and drank

eyes flickering to the

er's

lowed

," he said wit

lin

he added. "That gives us time to ta

art s

ath hi

t down and final

his gaze pinne

ce to leave," he s

kno

you wanted.

kno

ard slightly,

uriosity for you, Ava? A one-night re

arted. "O

desperate. I mean fully. Obedience. No secrets. No

him. He di

ps," I whispered. "That's

er. "But this isn't a rel

lenched ins

scared?"

I whi

oo

ngers grazing mine. "Fear keeps yo

pens now?

smi

sn't

are r

se ther

s voice firm, deep. "You don't

h dropp

You never lie

, heart

ay strip, you strip. If I tell you to

llowe

our?" I ask

n. Ever. Even in your thoughts. You belong to me now,

my spine, pooling betwee

reathe, he was behind me, his hands sliding into my hair, pulli

lfriend," he said.

ka

bsess

es

fuck

d made

y i

fucktoy,"

a man who had

d gi

e kiss

my body belonged to him-even here, at his breakfast

up. Pack a bag. You'll be staying here tonight. And t

will n

won

if s

with a finge

That's all you

odd

that, my fat

tood in front of

, I didn'

ing, fully dressed, lip

less, his chest hard and scarred with a singl

oked

not

d my bag. Slowly, I unzippe

othing u

like I was a

t on the bed. All

obbled, bu

ere cold aga

he warmth of

hand betwe

ady," he murmured.

I whis

me once, ha

oan

inst my entrance, not entering yet-just teasing, let

d. "Then I'm going to do it again. And again. Until

n slowly, d

already