The house finally fell silent after midnight.
Sophia had gone to bed in her old room in the east wing, exhausted from travel and still casting worried glances at me all evening. I had sat across from her in the study, thighs pressed tightly together, feeling Damien’s thick c*m slowly leaking out of my well-bred cunt and soaking into the couch cushion beneath me. Every time she asked if I was okay, I lied through my teeth while her father watched with dark, possessive satisfaction.
Now the mansion was quiet except for the distant crash of waves against the cliffs and the faint hum of the security system.
I lay in the guest room bed, heart pounding, when the door opened without a knock.
Damien stepped inside like he owned the night itself. He wore only black pajama pants that hung low on
