The moment the lights dimmed for dessert and the rest of the family moved into the living room, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the kitchen.
I barely had time to gasp.
He slammed the door shut behind us and spun me around, pinning me to the marble counter. His hand wrapped around my throat. Not hard. Just enough to let me know who was in charge.
“You were such a good little w***e at dinner,” he growled into my ear. “Now I’m going to f**k you like one.”
I moaned, instantly soaked again. My p***y was still messy from earlier, the seat of my panties ruined, my thighs sticky with lust that hadn’t cooled all night.
“They’re right out there,” I whispered, trembling.
“And you’re gonna have to keep that pretty little mouth shut while I ruin you.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and be
