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“But that’s not all I’ve missed. I’ve missed your pretty little mouth, and your pretty little ass. Just dreaming of you kept me going all those years, and it’s time, babygirl, for those dreams to become reality.”

I shook my head, even as my pussy wept for him. Why was my body betraying me?

A shadow came into view, and for once I was glad for the tape on my mouth as Fin stepped into the room. I worked hard to keep my body’s response neutral, to not tip off Damon to his presence.

I tried to beg him with my eyes to be careful, to not get hurt, while still rescuing me from whatever Damon was planning. But Fin barely looked at me. His eyes swept over me once, assessing the situation. From then on, his gaze was locked on Damon’s back.

Damon seemed oblivious to Fin’s arrival, all his attention still on me as he listed the horrible, humiliating things he wanted to do to me.

“Daddy missed you, babygirl. I can’t wait to take you in every hole you have. To teach you every lesson you seem to have forgotten. To remind you what always and forever means. I’m going to teach you to never abandon me again.”

Each word he spoke made the harsh reality of the situation I was in clear. I tried to get Fin’s attention. I was thinking about what he could do, how he could fight Damon without getting hurt or really hurting him. Whether there was a way to rescue me without getting the police involved. I wondered if the old cast iron skillet was still in the kitchen somewhere and if he could use it to knock Damon out without hurting him too badly. And why wasn’t he doing anything? Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Daddy’s going to make you mine, babygirl. And you can fight me, and you can try to run, but I will break you down. I will do whatever it takes to make you scream my name when you come. To make you cry out for me, to make you come back to me.” He stroked my cheek. “Not that you have a choice.”

Finally, finally, Fin stepped forward. Finally, he opened his mouth.

My shoulders tensed and I braced myself for him to clock Damon in the face. For them to fall to the ground fighting until one of them won.

“Go ahead. Do whatever you want to her. Do whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better about the fact that you let each other down. But just keep in mind, babyboy, that whatever you do to her, I will do to you in return.”

At the sound of Fin’s voice, Damon went still. His eyes dilated. His breathing grew labored. His cock, hard and poised at my entrance, deflated. He jerked away and slowly turned.

“Daddy?” he whispered shakily, like he’d seen a ghost. “What are you doing here?”

Daddy? What the fuck was happening?

Chapter Six

Damon

If visions of Sabrina kept me going, the memory of Fin’s voice had haunted me. So much so that when I first heard it, I hadn’t believed it was real. I’d assumed it was just in my head, the way it always was.

But the look on Sabrina’s face, and the way her gaze kept darting behind me convinced me otherwise.

My body instantly reacted, as I slowly turned, quickly pulling up my jeans and fastening them. The image of the adult Fin took my breath away. The cocky rich kid, the jock that everyone lusted over, men and women alike, had grown into a man. And while Sabrina had always been in the public eye enough that I’d caught glimpses of the way she’d changed over the years, I hadn’t seen Fin since the night I went to jail.

“Fin,” I gasped. My voice cracked, showing my weakness around him, and I hated myself for it.

He stepped forward, until our chests were almost touching, and laid his palm flat on my cheek. “Hey there, babyboy.” The corners of his lips turned up into a smirk. “Seems it’s the week for everyone’s dirty little secrets to be revealed.”

Dirty little secret.

I was Sabrina’s. He was mine. What was his?

“What are you doing here?” I repeated. He hadn’t answered me the first time.

He still didn’t. He advanced on me, his eyes dark and angry. I took a step backward, then another and another until he had me backed up against the wall at the foot of the bed.

“Sabrina and I are a well-kept secret,” he admitted. “We’ve been together for years. We’re engaged to be married.”

I sucked in a shocked breath. My stomach dropped to my toes. My eyes burned with their betrayal.

And just when I was about to deck him in the face, he continued, “But I came because I knew you’d be here. I heard on the news that you were out, and I suddenly realized how the story about you and Sabrina had broken, and why, after all these years. I knew you’d done it to coax her out, and that you’d know exactly where to look for her. I was on my way here already, but since the news broke, babyboy, you’re all I’ve been able to think about.”

He glanced at Sabrina then, and I followed his gaze. She was obviously shocked at his admission. Her eyes were wide, her head like a boomerang as she looked between us.

His gaze lingered on her for a few brief moments, then cut back to my face. “She didn’t know about us, it seems. I guess we both kept that secret.”

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