The room was thick with the scent of s*x and expensive bourbon. My wrists were still locked in the cold metal cuffs, my arms stretched high above my head. I looked up at the man I was supposed to call "Father" tomorrow, the man who was supposed to accept me into his family. He was now accepting me with his c**k buried inside me.
The shock felt like a physical weight on my chest, but like I said, it was just in my chest because, below the waist, my body wasn't shocked. It was screaming for him to finish what he started.
Kane D.D. Sr. didn't give me a second to breathe. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my skin like iron, and thrust himself back inside me. It was a hard, deep slam that made the headboard bang against the wall.
"Ahhh! Ohhh! Sir—! No, this is... this is wrong!" I
