Over the next month, Vito took her relentlessly. In his study, the pool house, even the car while Marco was away on business. Each time, he was rough, possessive, commanding her with harsh words.
"Suck daddy's c**k, slut. Swallow every drop."
"Ride me like the w***e you are."
Sophia was reluctant and ashamed at first, but her body learned to crave daddy's d**k. The orgasms he gave her ripped through her night after night, despite the guilt gnawing at her soul. Vito kept Marco so busy that he didn't even try to touch Sophia anymore.
"It's just until the wedding. Then I'm all yours," his exhausted voice promised, night after night.
Soon after he passed out, she'd make her way down the hall and go get f****d by his father.
Vito reveled in it, his lust for her growing. She was perfe
