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“Can we talk about this later?” I gripped Adam’s head. I shoved my palm into it, trying to push him off. But he wouldn’t move. “I’m working.”

A devilish look crossed his eyes as my nails dug into his scalp. It was the same one he used to get when we were younger. When we used to sneak off to be together. Back then, it had made my heart beat faster. Made a thrill race through me.

Andcazzo, it was still the same. It still made my thighs clench and my pussy wet. I always loved doing bad things with him. Defying my father by being with the man I loved, knowing he’d hate it. But that wasn’t who we were anymore.

“Stop it,” I whispered as I yanked on his hair, but my frustration only seemed to spur him on.

A groan escaped his chest. The sound shot straight through me, making me gasp as my insides tingled. But it was the smirk on his face that had the breath catching in my lungs.

He ran his tongue along his lips as he spoke to me. “Not until you come.”

I tried to shove Adam off again. But his hand came down on top of mine, trapping it to his head. I bucked my hips, but he only chuckled before he thrust his tongue faster inside me. Fully fucking me with his mouth while I tried to listen to what my father was saying.

But I couldn’t. All I could hear were Adam’s quiet groans of appreciation. All I could see was his head between my legs, his red hair twisted in my fingers. All I could feel was him.

The sensations were overwhelming. The fear and excitement ran through my bloodstream. The scrap of his stubble on my skin. The warmth of his mouth on my pussy.

But whatever pleasure I was feeling damped at my father’s next words. “Matteo sent Adam to watch us. They’re trying to leave us with nothing.”

A strangled sound left my throat, but I didn’t know if it was because of what Adam was doing to me or because of why he was doing it.

“Better be quiet.” He laughed, but it sounded wrong. Dark. “Wouldn’t wantdaddyto hear.”

That’s when I realized what this was to him. Torture.

He was using me. I shoved harder, but his hand clamped down on my thigh, keeping me in place. Even as I fought him, I couldn’t stop the orgasm building inside me. The electricity that his touch sparked.

“Are you listening?” My father snapped. I stilled my movements, not wanting him to know what was happening.

“I’m listening.” I gasped, and my head fell back as Adam pushed his tongue inside me again.

I couldn’t stop the whimpers as he thrust deeper. His hands dug into my flesh as I rocked underneath him. I was powerless to stop myself. He was too strong, and it felt so good.

I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone else touch you. How much better it was than trying to pleasure myself alone in the dark to only the memories.

If I was going to feel used later, then at least I could take this small moment of bliss.

My hand went numb as I held the phone. My pussy ached as he pressed into my clit again. My body grew tight and warm as he moved harder and faster. As he attacked me with my father listening.

It was so wrong. And I wanted to be angry that he was doing this to me, but I couldn’t stop the euphoria coursing through me. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I have to go.” I threw my phone on the bed as I ended the call.

Both hands landed on Adam’s head as I lifted my hips. He gripped my ass, pulling me closer as he sucked my clit. I exploded in a burst of light. My body clenched and released around his tongue as he cleaned up all my wetness.

The breath shuddered from my lungs as I collapsed on the bed. My body shook with ecstasy. My mind drowning in it.

But whatever good feelings I had burst when I saw the evil look on his face.

I pushed at him, and this time he let me go. My back hit the headboard as I crawled up the bed, yanking my dress down as I went.

He licked his lips as he smirked at me. But it wasn’t the devilish look in his eyes anymore. They were hard and cold. “Damn, you taste as sweet as I remember.”

“You’re an asshole.” I hopped from the bed, searching the floor for my underwear. After a second, I gave up. I just needed to get out of here. Away from him. From the betrayal squeezing the air from my lungs. “You did that in some sick twisted attempt to piss off my father.”

“Your point?”

My throat closed. Tears welled in my eyes. I knew he hated my father, but using me like this was too much. He’d gone too far.

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