$300K Blackmail Lesson of My Bestie's Father - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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"What... what are you doing? I need to find my boyfriend!" My voice trembled as Ryan Royston tightened his grip on my wrist, his lips curling into a predatory grin.
"Face it, sweetheart—your boyfriend's history. You're all alone now." His breath was hot against my cheek. "Funny how just minutes ago, you were begging me to take you."
"Truth is, I wasn't interested when you were out of it. Where's the fun in that?" He chuckled darkly. "Besides, if my old man gets to have his way with you, why shouldn't I?"
Ice flooded my veins. How the hell did Ryan know about Vincent and me?
Before I could process it, he leaned in, his voice a taunting whisper. "Don't bother playing dumb. I've seen the tapes—you and Dad, going at it like animals." His fingers dug into my hips. "Never thought the untouchable Emily Hayes would be such a desperate little slut."
I tried to shove him off, but my body betrayed me—weak, pliant, useless.
Then the door creaked open.
Vincent stood there, arms crossed, watching with a smirk. "Like father, like son. Don't let me interrupt." He winked. "I'll join when you're done." The door clicked shut—but not all the way.
Ryan's mouth crashed onto mine, hands roaming, claiming. I twisted away, but he pinned me effortlessly. Through the cracked door, I caught Vincent's shadow—still there. Watching.
My skin burned with shame.
Vincent's threat echoed in my skull. Both of them were built like tanks. If they wanted to break me, they would.
Ryan ripped my panties off. I screamed. "This is rape! You can't—"
Vincent kicked the door wide. "Legal? Illegal?" He shrugged. "You owe me three hundred grand. Pay up now, or shut up and take it."
The fight drained out of me. I couldn't scrape together that kind of money if I sold my soul.
Vincent stepped closer, cracking his knuckles. "Let's give her a proper welcome, son."
Terror choked me as their combined weight pressed down. "Please... I can't—"
Vincent laughed. "Oh, you will."
Ryan's calloused hands mapped my body, igniting traitorous sparks. Humiliated, I squeezed my eyes shut—bracing for the storm.
"Face it, sweetheart—your boyfriend's history. You're all alone now." His breath was hot against my cheek. "Funny how just minutes ago, you were begging me to take you."
"Truth is, I wasn't interested when you were out of it. Where's the fun in that?" He chuckled darkly. "Besides, if my old man gets to have his way with you, why shouldn't I?"
Ice flooded my veins. How the hell did Ryan know about Vincent and me?
Before I could process it, he leaned in, his voice a taunting whisper. "Don't bother playing dumb. I've seen the tapes—you and Dad, going at it like animals." His fingers dug into my hips. "Never thought the untouchable Emily Hayes would be such a desperate little slut."
I tried to shove him off, but my body betrayed me—weak, pliant, useless.
Then the door creaked open.
Vincent stood there, arms crossed, watching with a smirk. "Like father, like son. Don't let me interrupt." He winked. "I'll join when you're done." The door clicked shut—but not all the way.
Ryan's mouth crashed onto mine, hands roaming, claiming. I twisted away, but he pinned me effortlessly. Through the cracked door, I caught Vincent's shadow—still there. Watching.
My skin burned with shame.
Vincent's threat echoed in my skull. Both of them were built like tanks. If they wanted to break me, they would.
Ryan ripped my panties off. I screamed. "This is rape! You can't—"
Vincent kicked the door wide. "Legal? Illegal?" He shrugged. "You owe me three hundred grand. Pay up now, or shut up and take it."
The fight drained out of me. I couldn't scrape together that kind of money if I sold my soul.
Vincent stepped closer, cracking his knuckles. "Let's give her a proper welcome, son."
Terror choked me as their combined weight pressed down. "Please... I can't—"
Vincent laughed. "Oh, you will."
Ryan's calloused hands mapped my body, igniting traitorous sparks. Humiliated, I squeezed my eyes shut—bracing for the storm.
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