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“What? Where the fuck is that?” Laurene whines. She’s not the most amenable girl, and I’m having a hard time feeling badly for her.

“It’s just outside of Dublin,” Harrison grunts. “This is your last fucking chance to figure out your shit, Laurene. I love you, but I don’t understand you!”

Tears slowly fall down her cheeks as she watches her father pull at his hair.

“I will be in Phoenix for the foreseeable future with your mother, helping to set Cohen Security and Communications to rights,” Harrison says.

“You’re choosing the harlot over me,” Laurene snarls. “You’ve always been like this, going to dinner with the Cohens, doting on Isabela. What about me?”

“You’re going to Ireland to figure out your life,” Harrison growls. “I’m serious. Do not step foot back into the United States until you have. I am having a note put on your passport that you are on a flight ban into this country.”

“Daddy,” she whispers, horrified. The Society can pull this off without any issues, and I don’t think she really knows anything about us. The Travers have kept their daughter very in the dark about everything. It makes it that much scarier when she was taken into our custody.

Unfortunately, she’s crossed us, and it’s all out of our hands now. Harrison’s word is law.

“Do not play the “Daddy” card, little girl. You’re eighteen-years-old and a goddamn mess! If you never get it together, you will never be welcome back. Goodbye, Laurene. The academy is just starting its summer session, so you’ll need to be ready to go in with a level head,” he mutters. “This school does not fuck around.”

Turning, Harrison stalks toward the door. The guard must be watching the cameras inside on his phone, because he opens it right away.

“Daddy,” Laurene sobs.

“Good luck, Laurene,” I mutter. “I can’t say I’m sorry to see you go.”

Guiding Isabel out, I shake my head as we leave the building. This brings a whole new meaning to ‘fuck around and find out’. I refuse to get in the middle of it, and Isabela appears shell shocked.

Within the next hour, Laurene will be packed up and escorted to the airport, and she will officially no longer be our problem.

ISABELA

It’s Saturday, and God am I happy the week is over. Turning into Aria’s arms, I snuggle deeper into her embrace.

“Good morning, baby,” she murmurs. Her hands slide over my skin, and since I’m only wearing a bralette and panties, there’s a lot on display for her. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her hands slide under my panties, squeezing my ass. Moaning, I let her capture my lips in a kiss. Our breasts rub against each other since we’re laying on our sides, and I find myself suddenly ravenous for more. Pulling Aria’s sleep top down, I squeeze her plump skin, gently tugging at her nipple.

“Feeling naughty, baby?” Aria moans. Moving her hand, she pushes two fingers into my pussy, making me whimper.

“Yes,” I gasp. Aria rubs my clit as she swallows down my noises, pushing me onto my back.

“Good, because I think I need a taste of this pretty pink pussy,” she murmurs. Together, we pull off our clothes, because I definitely like the sound of that.

Kissing down my body, Aria nips and sucks as she goes. My back arches as she tortures my breasts, whimpering. I noticed Gael wasn’t in bed when I woke up, but then I got caught up in making out with Aria before I could ask about it. Turning my head as Aria slides down until she’s face to face with my pussy, I moan as I catch sight of Gael as she pushes my legs apart.

“You two are so pretty when you wake up,” he murmurs, leaning against the door jam. “Wife, are you going to make our girl scream as you eat her pretty pussy?”

My breaths become pants, knowing he’s going to watch us as Aria licks me. Gael enjoys directing things, so if he’s home we’re going to be very well fucked.

“Yes, Daddy,” Aria says. Her voice is sultry and dark with desire, and when her gaze meets mine as her tongue darts out to taste me, it’s with pupils blown in desire. “Isa tastes better than my favorite dessert.”

“She does,” Gael murmurs, stepping forward. He’s wearing nothing else other than low-slung sweatpants, the bulge of his cock on display underneath it. The sight of it makes me whine as Aria licks up my core. I’m already soaked from our earlier makeout session, and I know I won’t last long before finding my release.

“See something you like, Little One?” he asks with a smirk. “Play with your tits, beautiful.”

Shoving his pants down his waist, until his cock bobs up proudly, he begins to stroke it slowly from root to tip. “Don’t keep me waiting, brat.”

“Daddy,” I gasp, my palms ghosting up my sides until I’m cupping and squeezing my tits. My body burns hotter as I watch the show in front of me, especially as Aria moans when she licks around my clit. Two fingers are pushed into my channel, the sound loud as my sloppy pussy sucks them in.

“Goddamn, your cunt is a greedy little whore, isn’t she?” Gael asks, squeezing the crown of his cock hard. Whimpering, I nod. I need so much more right now.

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