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“Say please,” Peyton mumbled into her pussy, her breath warm and torturous while Hadina was so close to climax. But the Adis sister wouldn’t beg.

“No,” she managed to croak out through gritted teeth. Peyton extracted her fingers and sat back on her heels, lifting her right shoulder in a shrug. The lower half of her face was coated in Hadina’s liquid, shining on her lips like nectar.

“Okay.”

Hadina closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. She knew she would regret it, but she had been worked over so fucking good that she needed to come. Leveling her gaze with Peyton, who remained on her knees, Hadina sighed. “Please.”

Peyton beamed, leaning forward again and watching Hadina, as she pushed her fingers inside and curled them at an angle she knew made the other woman pulse. When Peyton’s teeth brushed against her clit, Hadina felt herself fall off the edge, shattering with a silent scream on her lips.

As Hadina came back down after her high, Peyton pushed to her feet, wiping her mouth with a fingertip and licking the juices off.

“Well?” Hadina asked breathlessly, a smirk toying at her lips.

Peyton schooled her features. “You taste like a bitch who can wash her own damn mug next time. Find me when you’re ready to talk.”

Hadina was so taken by surprise that she couldn’t formulate a response. She just stared after Peyton as she unlocked the door and left Hadina there, with her thong pushed aside and her pants at her ankles.

Perhaps she had misjudged just how well Peyton could play the act of an angel. She would figure out what to do next, after she had cleaned herself up and got the image of her coming apart with Peyton’s face buried in her pussy out of her head. Which could take a while, given how much she wanted it to happen all over again.

Chapter17

PEYTON

Panic had seizedher when she heard Hadina come home. She knew getting caught snooping was practically a death sentence, so Peyton did the only thing she knew would distract Hadina—fuck with her. She didn’t know much about Hadina, but she did know the woman loved to be in control. Peyton had a feeling that messing with her head, forcing her to give up what she loved so much, was a surefire way to divert her attention. Besides, Hadina wasn’t the only one who could use sex to manipulate.

Two days had passed since then and Peyton was still overthinking what had happened. She almost felt guilty for talking to Hadina like that, but then she remembered the way Hadina spoke to her, and the list, and the weapons in the drawer…The guilt washed away after that.

Peyton decided to cook dinner to get her mind off everything. She needed to research that Regina woman, but she was facing a mental block and didn’t know where to start. She hoped cooking would focus her mind enough for ideas to spark.

Though she could drive, Peyton didn’t have a car of her own. There was no need for one when she lived in her student apartment. And she was also a broke bitch. Don had told her she could borrow any of the cars whenever she wanted or needed, so she grabbed a key from the hanger on the wall and made her way into the garage.

She clicked the button to open the door and was shocked to see the keys she’d picked up were for the Rolls-Royce in the corner. The sleek white of the Ghost was beautiful, not a single flaw to be seen on any of the bodywork. Peyton whistled softly. She didn’t know much about cars, but she could tell when something was pretty. And expensive.

The driver’s seat practically molded to her as she slid behind the wheel, running her fingertips over the polished interior. She was almost scared to move for fear that she would damage it somehow, but the urge to drive such a beautiful car won out.

Peyton was in love by the time she reached the grocery store. Between the purr of the engine and how smooth it drove, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to return it to the Adis clan. The thought of running away, using the Rolls as her bougie getaway car, popped into her mind more than once. She needed an escape and it seemed like the universe had handed her a very fast, reliable way of doing so. But then her common sense kicked in and she realized that if she ran away, Hadina would hunt her down. Especially if Peyton stole from them. With a sigh, Peyton slid from the car, triple-checked that she had locked the doors, and then made her way into the store.

She had decided to cook a moussaka for dinner. It was one of the things Melina had taught her how to cook when Peyton was old enough to be in the kitchen—her sister had loved to cook whenever she got the chance—and Peyton hoped it helped her feel closer to her lost sibling. She made her way around the store with ease, throwing the ingredients into the cart and adding a few snacks for herself. She was in need of comfort food, seeing as her nerves had been shot since the moment Hadina had walked through the office door and found her sitting behind the desk.

The drive home provided her with more time to think, to contemplate her life decisions. Perhaps it had been a mistake for her to run away to college; maybe she should have stayed at home and tried to repair all the broken family relationships she had left behind. Peyton had tried to escape the cage she was raised in, only to find herself trapped in a different and far more confusing prison.

Don greeted her with a huge smile and a hug when she returned to the house, offering to help her carry the bags inside. She waved him off, stating she was more than capable even though she felt like the weight of the groceries was going to tip her over, and shuffled into the kitchen. Peyton dumped the bags on the countertops and sighed, flexing her fingers, which were sore from the handles biting into her skin.

Only a few steps behind the girl, Don leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. Peyton wondered what he had looked like when he was younger. He was formidable now, but she had a suspicion he was a terrifying hot commodity in his youth. Hadina had his strong features—sharp nose, dark brows, high cheekbones—but Piper and Zellie didn’t resemble him as much. She would have to pay more attention to the frames hanging on the walls to see if there was a photo of the Adis parents in the years gone by.

“What’s for dinner?”

Peyton beamed and danced on her tiptoes excitedly. “Moussaka and garlic spinach.”

“Greek food? Yum,” Don replied, rubbing his stomach.

“My sister taught me when I was younger. She loved to cook and would go out of her way to find recipes from all over the world. But moussaka was one of my favorites.”

Don looked at her knowingly, no doubt thinking of the breakdown she’d had on the day they met. “She sounds like she was a great person.”

Peyton’s smile turned sad. “She was the best.”

She was grateful when Don left her to it after that. She wiped away the tears from her eyes and pottered around the kitchen, shoving her snacks into a cupboard and organizing the ingredients she needed for the dinner. Rummaging through the drawers, she found an old apron withQueen of the Kitchenprinted on it in white calligraphy. She pulled it over her head and cinched it around her waist with a bow, ready to start cooking her dish.

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