CHAPTER 4
CHLOE
I peel off the T-shirt and shorts, let them drop. I’m naked, trembling, already wet.
“Lie down,” he orders. “Head on her pillow.”
I crawl onto Mom’s side, the silk cool against my back. Ryan strips slow, eyes never leaving me, c**k thick and heavy.
He climbs over me, spreads my thighs wide, and thrusts in raw in one brutal stroke.
“Look at her pillow,” he snarls, starting a punishing rhythm. “Look at it while I f**k you where she sleeps.”
I turn my head, nose buried in Mom’s perfume, moaning loud and broken.
“Who owns this p***y, Chloe?”
“You do, Daddy—”
“Louder.”
“You do! Daddy owns me!”
He flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up, and slams back in prone-bone. My face is buried in Mom’s silk pillowcase, her perfume filling every breath while he pounds me so
