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.

hurts, and clogs.

couldn’t let you deny our great night together, right?” He smirks, pulling his hand

rises while I lift my hand

eyes darken as he catches my hand in the air. “Come on, Dear Wifey. Do you have to go

lips is chilly. It makes

would he do this

you want?” I

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 has

now, I am in this dilemma again.

Chapter 89

” Massimo looks down at

it’s

like someone is pushing me into a grave and threatening to seal me inside, with no air, no light, and

1 ball

my

have to survive. I

your Daddy that you love me and would never leave your husband, which is well— “A smirk curls his lips.

his

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

will.” He leans in, making me slip back

want to use me to pi** my Dad off?” I sneer.” that’s never

He

my stomach. The alternative to his demand is so clear

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under me, begging to take the

how can you use such-

me towards him. I shudder and

Don’t-”

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