The hallway felt too narrow, the marble walls closing in like a trap. Sophia stood inches from me, her hands gripping mine, eyes wide with genuine worry. “Ava, talk to me. You’re not yourself. And Dad… he’s acting strange around you too. Did something happen while I was gone? You can tell me anything.”
Damien’s tall frame loomed behind me, his large hand resting possessively on my lower back—fingers pressing right over the soaked spot on my sundress where his c*m had leaked through. The warm, sticky evidence of his repeated breedings still trickled slowly down my inner thighs, threatening to drip onto the floor between us.
His breath ghosted against my ear as he leaned in, voice a velvet whisper only I could hear: “Tell her the truth, little breeding w***e… or I’ll bend you over this hal
