The shattered coffee mugs lay in pieces on the hardwood floor, dark liquid spreading like spilled blood. Sophia stood frozen in the doorway of the guest room, her eyes wide with horror as she took in the scene: me naked and sprawled across her father’s bare chest, the sheets twisted and soaked with obvious c*m stains, bite marks and bruises covering my breasts and inner thighs, and Damien’s large hand resting possessively on my slightly swollen lower belly.
“Ava… Dad…” Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “What the f**k is going on?”
Damien didn’t flinch. He kept his arm banded around my waist, holding me firmly against him, his half-hard c**k still nestled against my leaking, c*m-filled p***y. His dark bourbon eyes met his daughter’s with calm, unapologetic dominance.
“Close the
