The door had barely clicked shut before Daddy turned on me.

His eyes were no longer cold. They were burning with raw, barely contained fury and hunger. The last thread of his control had finally snapped.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he growled, voice rough and dangerous.

I dropped instantly, heart hammering, guilt and fear twisting violently in my stomach even as my bare pussy dripped onto the studio floor. This is wrong. He’s my stepfather. If Mom ever—

But the need was stronger. I wanted this. I had pushed him until he broke.

Daddy unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive cock. It was thicker and longer than...