The air in the media room was already thick enough to choke me, a heavy fog of unspoken secrets and rising pheromones, but the moment I heard the rhythmic thud of footsteps approaching the heavy oak doors, the fragile reality of the situation crashed down. P
anic flared in my chest like a wildfire. I shoved Loren away with every ounce of strength I could muster, my face flushing a deep, humiliated crimson that felt hot enough to burn. He stumbled back, his boots scuffing the plush carpet, but his eyes never left mine. They were dark, swirling with a newfound, terrifying dominance that seemed to strip me bare.
My body was a total traitor. Despite the paralyzing fear of being caught by my own daughter, my cunt was already dripping like a wide-open faucet. I could feel the silk of my underw
