Chapter 89

AYLA

“M—More.” It’s my voice.

And the woman lying underneath on the bed is undeniably me.

In the video, he trails kisses down my bare shoulders, his hands roaming my sides with reckless abandon.

Heat spreads in my cheeks as I watch his lips meet mine. He silences my moans, while his hands continue their venture, touching me in spots no man has ever dared to touch me before.

Instead of losing my mind, I find my eyes glued to the screen. Surprise and confusion mix, making me unable to feel anything else.

He leans back and removes his shirt in the video. The lights are turned on in the room, recording everything clearly.

My sultry moans, his hands on my skin, our lips meeting as he moves one step further towards taking me.

“T—Turn this off.” I stutter, my heart drowning.

“Tsk.” He clicks his tongue and turns the screen off.” what will Daddy dearest think once he sees you getting f**d by his mortal enemy, Kitten?”

The world revolves before my eyes as I search for words. The way I acted in this video—It’s like I was not me. It was someone else—a woman begging to be touched and pleased unlike me who gets scared at the thought of intimacy.

Does alcohol actually work that well?

“|—”

“Ayla Rossi.” Massimo runs a forefinger down my cheek.

I flinch, drawing my head away from him. I am not the same woman in the video anymore. I am back to my usual self. His touch scares me. It makes me sick and pushes me to make a run from him.

His brows lift as he directs his gaze towards the hand hanging in the air.

throat hurts, and clogs. ” How—How dare

deny our great night together, right?” He

while I lift my hand to slap

Do you have to go straight to

lips is chilly. It makes me

do

I ask, swallowing

me and did bad things in front of me, They wanted to bring my Dad down. They wanted to hurt him. Until now, I haven’t gotten over those few

in a time that

dilemma again. Why? Why is history

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looks down at me, his face cold

breathe, but it’s

pushing me into a grave and threatening to seal me inside, with no air, no light, and no hope for

1 ball

my

to survive.

that you love me and would never leave your husband, which is well— “A smirk

his power to make Dad uncomfortable. How

do it. “I whisper, shaking my head, tears

me slip

use me to pi** my Dad off?” I sneer.” that’s

He

The alternative to

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your Daddy watches you under me,

rage. ” how can you use such- – -dirty tactics, Mr. Rossi?! Do

my chin and pulls me towards

Don’t-”

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