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She sucks in a sharp breath, the look behind those blue eyes equal parts aroused and angered. “You’re being unreasonable. I told you I have a date?—”

“Exactly. Guess you won’t be doing much on this date.”

“Are you trying to keep me untouched for the rest of my life?” Now she’s just straight up furious with me, but I don’t care.

“Oh, please,” I laugh, releasing her chin. “I have good self-restraint but I’m not that good.”

“Dan…”

“You agreed.”

“You… manipulated me. You knew I’d say yes to anything when I was so close to…”

“Coming? Don’t start acting shy, beautiful.”

“You’re being a jerk right now, you know that?” Ally slides her dress back over her head then opens the door to leave.

Right as she climbs off me, I grab her hips, shoving them back to my lap, and bring her lips to mine.

She kisses me. Hard.

Her entire body clings to me and the hottest little moans leave her mouth.

“That’s better,” I tell her. “Admit it, you’re just as fucked up as I am and like this new arrangement between us. It’sbeen your deepest hidden fantasy for years to be owned in every way by me.”

“Are you this dominant with other girls?”

“You know I’m not. None of them have a hold on me like you do.”

Ally grinds against my dick, her breath heavy. “Then yes, I like being your property. You wanted me to be a needy slut for you. Here I am.” And then she’s gone from my arms, stepping out of the car and glaring at me over her shoulder. “Doesn’t mean I’m not angry with you right now.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ALLY

I used to think I was a little fucked in the head, enjoying the thrill of sneaking around with my stepbrother behind our parents’ back. Now, I realize I’m a whole lot fucked in the head. Dan called me a slut and instead of being repulsed, my pussy fluttered like it was a compliment. When he took advantage of me by tricking me into that promise, I found it hot he would resort to such measures to keep me for himself.

I’ll do whatever I want to you, whenever I want, and you’ll let me.

My God, I am seriously fucked up for being turned on by whatever leaves this man’s mouth. He’s punishing me for how I fled to Paris, and I’m embarrassed to admit how much I like my punishment. He’s already started taking advantage of this arrangement between us, video-calling me every night this past week, telling me to pleasure myself while he watches and instructs me through it. I obey without hesitation and enjoy it to no end.

Each day after, I feel guilty and struggle to look at Mom,especially Josh, knowing the performance I’ve given their son. How am I supposed to face any of the family today at this welcome home lunch Mom and Josh are throwing for me?

My earphones are in, playing Mahler’sSymphony Number 1as a means to soothe my nerves while getting dressed for lunch. It’s wrong of me, but I keep applying makeup Dan has previously complimented me on. Now that I know how much my “cutesy” fashion gets under Dan’s skin, I’ve styled my hair in soft curls for him and tied it half-up with a ribbon he bought me. I’m wearing a baby pink dress with a large bow that sits over my ass.

From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of a Porsche parking in the driveway. Removing my earphones, I step up to my bedroom window, noticing a whole bunch of cars are parked in the driveway, including Dan’s Aston Martin. My chest hollows. He’s here already yet hasn’t come upstairs to greet me.

Daxton steps out of the Porsche, looking fit for the beach in flowing pants and a shirt half-buttoned, showing off his tattoos. “Hey, Uncle Dax!” I shout down to him as he opens the front passenger door.

He lifts the sunglasses off his face, props them on top of his dark head of hair, and smiles up at me. “Hey, kid.”

Daxton might be the one person in this family I can face without embarrassment. Well, him and his fiancée. It’s kind of pathetic, but Daxton—fifteen years my senior—was my best friend before Dan came along. Without a father, Daxton has always been a big part of my life, taking care of me and my mom when she needed help escaping her ex. We video called a lot when I was in Paris. In middle school, when I struggled most with the bullying, he took it upon himself to learn the piano and would challenge me to whocould play piano scales faster. He always lost, of course. But it was fun, and I always enjoyed his company.

His fiancée, Jordan, exits the car and greets me too. She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, a famous burlesque dancer and looks like a pinup model from the 1950s. Her hair is always styled in long, black, finger waves. I don’t think I’ve ever caught Jordan without red lipstick and cat eyeliner. She has a sleeve of colorful tattoos. Together, Jordan and Daxton make one attractive couple, both in their thirties.

They head inside the house. I count seven cars, which means everyone is here and I need to find the courage to face the family.

With a deep breath, I adjust the top of my dress and leave my room. Downstairs, everyone is mingling in the living room. I instantly spot Dan with his shoulder slanted against the far wall, mid-conversation with Felix.

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