CLAIRE.

“Get up and bend over that table right now.”

Julian’s voice is still rough from coming down my throat. He ends the call with his aunt without another word and hauls me to my feet by the hair. My knees ache from the kitchen tile. Spit and cum still shine on my chin and breasts. He does not give me time to wipe any of it away. He marches me straight into the dining room where the copies of the will and the property deeds are still spread across the long polished table.

“Hands flat on the papers,” he orders. “Ass out. Legs spread.”

I obey. The cool wood...