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I’ll do better once I’ve had some food in my stomach. Once I’ve had a good night’s sleep.

Normally, this isn’t me. But it can be me tonight. Just until tomorrow.

“Take me out.”

The dread I’ve been able to push back returns in full force. He told me this would happen. That I’d have to do it. Now that I’m here, I can’t. He’s huge. I know he won’t be gentle.

I’ve never done this before.

If I like this…

If I get off on this…

There will be nothing left of me.

Nothing.

He’s so close, he has to see that. Has to understand that what he’s asking for has the potential to crush me.

I—Fuck. “Please. I can touch myself.” I sit on my knees, wrestling my dress up my thighs, exposing myself to him. “You can watch. Just don’t—” It’s embarrassing, begging him like this. “Don’t do this.”

“You belong to me.” The grip on my jaw is back, tighter than before. He yanks my face up. Tilts his head to the side. “If I tell you to take me out so I can fuck your mouth, what do you do?”

I shudder. He sticks to his blood-curdling silence, giving me a murderous look that sets my skin on fire.

This is so wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. Least of all with him—my ex-boyfriend’s father.

“Ophelia.”

It is happening.

It is, and I’m scared of the person I’ll become when this nightmare is over.

A person who likes this.

“What I do is take you out and let you fuck my mouth.” Shame floods me as I release my dress and press my hands to his knees. As I gravitate toward him. As he tenses beneath me. “I’ll do it. I’ll be good.”

“That’s my girl.”

My eyes widen in shock. Despite his cold glare, this praise is even more intimate than the one before.

“What did I say about asking again?” He leans back, placing both hands on the bed. His T-shirt stretches across his sculpted body. His lean muscles.

“That if you have to do it, you’ll fuck all my holes.” I fumble for the button of his jeans. He hums in approval.

“Tell me.” His attention is hot and distracting. His dick stretches the material, and it’s a struggle to get the button through the loop. “Have you ever sucked cock before?”

I stop, my jaw dropping. Snapping it shut, I swallow a cry of shame. I don’t want to be here, doing this. I don’t want to look clueless, either. Not in front of him.

“I—” I swallow around the lump in my throat. “He told you?”

All I get is another hum of approval. The view of his cock somehow thickening in his jeans.

It’ll never fit in my mouth. Or in my pussy. Oh God, I won’t?—

“That’s it. Roll the zipper down. Ah. Yes.” James guides me through the motions. His confidence is comforting. It’s a fake kind of comfort, I’m aware. I’m taking it, anyway. “Go on. Faster. Show me what my millions paid for.”

James is horrible. A truly awful man. But he didn’t let anyone else outbid him. If he likes me like I think he does, I might find a way into his heart. He’ll bend for me.

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