Heated Nights With My Merciless Father In Law
A muffled cry falls from my lips, my hips rolling into his hand unashamedly as I ride the wave.
My father in law’s eyes blaze with dark possessiveness as he watches me unravel, and I may be his son’s on paper but in our stolen moments, there’s no denying I’m wholly his.
His favorite plaything.
His forbidden obsession.
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Lick, toss, gasp.
The clink of our glasses connecting with the table top is muffled by the deafening music blasting through the club’s speakers.
“Natalia, we’ve done four already. I don’t think we should do any more,” Neomi, ever the voice of reason chokes out, her eyes watering almost as badly as mine.