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. ”

our great night together, right?”

My voice rises while I lift my hand to slap him

on, Dear Wifey. Do you have to go straight to the domestic abuse

is chilly. It makes me pause, and think, and

he do this

you want?” I ask, swallowing

situation. Some people took me and did bad things in front of me, They wanted to bring my Dad down. They wanted to hurt

trapped in a time that

now, I am in this dilemma again. Why? Why is history repeating

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want you to cooperate. ” Massimo looks down at me, his

breathe, but it’s becoming hard

to seal me inside, with no air, no

1 ball

my

by my side. I have to survive. I can not give

Daddy that you love me and would never leave your husband, which is well— “A smirk curls his lips. ” Me. Massimo Rossi. His biggest

just gathered. Massimo has done everything in his power to make Dad uncomfortable. How can I even think

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

in, making me slip back to put

to use me to pi** my Dad

so?” He

the depths of my stomach. The alternative to his demand is so clear

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Daddy watches you under me, begging to take the c**k of

my body beginning to tremble in fear and rage. ” how can you use such- – -dirty tactics, Mr. Rossi?! Do you not feel like

towards him. I shudder and slap his hand

Don’t-”

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