BELLADONNA

“I assume you and your husband got to know each other well?” Papa asked when we were in the car after the Varkas had seen us off.

“Yes, Papa. I got to know how he tasted and the sexy as sin sounds he makes when he’s cumming. Oh! And he’s the caring kind that takes care of his woman after. Isn't that lovely, Papa?”

But what kind of daughter will I be if that were my answer?

So instead, what I answered was, “Yes, Papa. It was a pleasure to get to know him.”

Papa smiled, and my chest clenched in response.

He held my hand in his, interlocking...