The rain had not let up for three straight days. It pounded against the roof and windows with relentless fury, turning the sprawling backyard into a dark, glistening landscape. Victoria was still in Portland for another night, leaving the mansion feeling dangerously empty — and dangerously private.
Elena had spent the evening trying to maintain distance again. She had cooked a simple dinner, eaten quickly, and retreated to her room with the excuse of needing to study for an upcoming online exam. But studying was impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Marcus’s powerful body moving over her, felt the thick stretch of his c**k, and heard his deep voice claiming her as “Daddy’s good girl.”
At 11:47 p.m., her phone lit up on the nightstand.
Marcus: Pool house. Now. Don’t make me
