SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E22)🩸🔞
By:- Adewole Kelvin
Content Warning: I acknowledge that I haven’t always provided content warnings for violence, manipulation, bloodshed, and sexual encounters in some chapters. Please note that everything written in these chapters, including this one, is purely fictional and a product of my imagination. Do not attempt to replicate any of the actions described. Additionally, this chapter contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of eight. Reader discretion is advised.
“ACT OF FATHER’S SIN 2”
{Continuation…}
In that moment, the house felt heavier, suffocating me with frustration. What made it worse was the constant replay of past memories—memories that pushed me dangerously close to losing my mind. But I didn’t utter a word, only staring in his direction as he continued speaking in a caring tone while rage boiled inside me.
Loic: Believe it or not, dear, I’ve had sleepless nights ever since that day—worried sick about what might be happening to my beautiful, precious daughter wherever she is. In fact, there were times I got sick, but I never told you. So, after many sleepless nights and deep thoughts, I finally came up with a way to get you out of those lion dens you’re stuck in.
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Marissa: (Snorts) How can that even be possible when the contract hasn’t been terminated yet? And let’s not forget—Miguel is the most dangerous, wild, and powerful gangster in the country. Even the policemen shake in their boots just hearing his name, and you know exactly what that means. He’s not to be messed with.
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Loic: (chuckles wryly) Even my own daughter has been fooled by him into thinking he’s really that dangerous and powerful.
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Marissa: I live with him, remember? (folds her arms) Well, that’s all thanks to you.
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Loic: (rolls his eyes) Yeah, yeah! But with all his power, money, and dangerous lifestyle—where the f**k is he when his guys are getting arrested and thrown into police vans in the streets like a bunch of writhing worms? By the same policemen who supposedly shake in their boots just hearing his name? Let’s talk—over five hundred of his men have been taken down recently, out of the thousand he’s built up. What’s he doing to stop that, huh?
I didn’t utter a word. I simply looked away, folding my arms with the same serious expression not because he was entirely right, but because I had no interest in the conversation between us. The bloody violence of the Red Wolves alone is proof enough, and he knows it. Besides, I wasn’t in the mood for any argument at that moment, let alone to even talk about it.
Loic: Or maybe his little scoldings or harsh words made you believe he’s truly dangerous, didn’t they? Maybe then, I could use some help—since you live with the so-called dangerous, wild, and powerful gangster himself. I’m pretty sure you know a lot about him. But even so, I’d rather handle things on my own way. And here’s the catch: the only way to free you from that dangerous place… is to eliminate Miguel. That’s the only way you can get your life back, be with whoever you want, and…
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Marissa: (chuckles) Hahaha! Sorry, Dad, but you sound funny—and it’s really easy for you to say. You think Miguel is just some random guy you can eliminate just like that? Besides, even if you did manage to eliminate him, do you have any idea how many lives would be at stake because of it?
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Loic: Then so be it. I don’t care as long as you’re out of that lion’s den and away from his wrath. You don’t even realize that one day, that lunatic with a skull-like, ugly face could just wake up and snap your neck. Well, I can’t just sit here and do nothing while I still have the chance—before it’s too late.
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Marissa: (gruffly) So you didn’t know all that before you went ahead and borrowed money way beyond your means just to run a campaign—from his organization, because you wanted to become Prime Minister? You didn’t even think twice before selling your own daughter as collateral for that loan? A contract tied to the number of years it took him to earn that money and now you’re supposed to pay it back until it’s fully repaid? You didn’t know that, huh, Dad?
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Loic: (sighs) Yes, I did and I take it back. It was my fault. I admit I’ve made mistakes in the past… And speaking of that… you think I enjoyed it? You think I was happy when I did it, huh? He threatened to kill us all, and I thought–what could I possibly do? So, I felt like you were the only way to stop it… and we had a contract agreement together…
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Marissa: (chuckles wryly) So now you think eliminating Miguel will magically fix all my shit, huh? Like that’s really gonna solve everything?
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Loic: (softly) It’s the only way, honey. And if you were thinking clearly, you’d see I’m doing this for your own good… for your future.
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Marissa: Okay, so now I have a future, huh? Thanks for your loving kindness, Dad. But that’s not going to happen—I’m already in love with him.
Loic: Can you even hear yourself? You’re in love with a criminal…? Are you serious right now?
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Marissa: Yes, Dad. And believe me, I’m not joking or bluffing when I said that. He’s the one I’m going to marry. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got somewhere to be right now.
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Loic: Well, then, it’s already too late.
He said with a serious expression as I tried to stand, which made me sit back down. Then he asked gruffly and with curiosity.
Marissa: How do you mean?
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Loic: (Crosses his leg slowly, voice calm but venomous) Well, I hired a sniper to blow your lover’s f*****g brains out. And not just any sniper—I’m talking about one of the best in the world. A ghost. A pro who never misses. (Glances at his wristwatch) Maybe a few hours from now, I should be getting the good news—your lover’s corpse dropped in the dirt like a bag of wasted filth. (Voice firm) Look, I won’t just sit and watch my own daughter marry a man with no future—no life. What happens next? He dumps his filthy bloodline into you? You give birth to a generation of criminal-killing machines? Not while I’m still breathing. (Sighs, leans back) Yes, I admit it—I messed up. I never should’ve borrowed a dime from that goddamn criminal organization he belonged to. That part’s on me. But I’m fixing it. (Leans in, voice lower, intense) Besides, I had a rare opportunity to meet the Prime Minister of Canada—thanks to a wealthy friend of mine. We talked politics, shared vision. Becoming Prime Minister has always been my dream, long before I ever touched dirty money. Later, I met him again. Privately. We made a deal. He offered me a powerful position close to him, even with his busy schedule. But there was a catch… He wanted something in return. So, I gave him you. Because I knew, with time, I could rise even higher. Take his place, eventually. My plans are already in motion. And to make it even more perfect—his son? Still single. Never married. Actively searching. It was the perfect setup.
After saying that, he gulped down half the liquor in the bottle. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I sat there, contemplating his words, completely shocked. My father has shocked me in many ways before — including the time I caught him having s*x with the housemaid in his bedroom, but hearing this felt like a punch to the face. A heavy one. It hurt and angered me to the core. He’s the reason my life became cold and hardened, stripped of any real human feeling. He borrowed two million dollars from Miguel, the boss of a dangerous gang, just to run his campaign. And Miguel — the same man — ended up becoming my contract husband. Six years. That’s how long the marriage would last — the same number of years it took Miguel to earn that money. Until it’s repaid in full, I remain married to him. That was the agreement they made: I would serve as a temporary form of payment. And the contract? It ends only when the debt is cleared.
The disappointing part is that the money he borrowed from Miguel, my contract husband and the head of a dangerous organization, to run a powerful campaign—because he wanted to become Prime Minister a few years ago—ended up failing. Some of that money was lost and wasted because, at that time, he wasn’t wealthy enough to run the campaign properly. However, he was able to use part of it to buy this mansion I’m currently and to invest. Even with that, he barely repaid the loan. There was a specific time and date agreed upon for repayment, but he always came up with one excuse after another. That leaves me with no hope of ever getting out of Miguel’s life, even if the contract between them ends. I can never forget the day he sold me out to Miguel in this very house. Well, to me, it feels like he sold me. The aftermath was terrible. I was painfully tortured, molested, humiliated, and sexually harassed by Miguel himself, which changed me into the person I am today.
All my life, I believed nothing could change who a person truly is. I thought life was all about choices — that you either chose the positive path or the negative one. But everything changed when I stepped into Miguel’s world. That’s when I realized: you can choose to be on the positive side, but your environment can drag you into the negative, whether you like it or not. And Miguel’s world… that was the environment that changed me. What I never saw coming was how I transformed — becoming strict, tough, fearless, and numb to human emotion. And strangely, once I became that version of myself, Miguel’s abuse stopped, almost like that’s exactly what he had been waiting for. Even so, I still faced his wrath some time. And something about him always felt cold, like he had never known love himself. But his wrath now didn’t hurt the way it did when I was first handed over to him. I had gotten used to it. It didn’t scare me anymore.
What scares me… is that I started loving what he does. Everything about him, his power, his fearlessness — began to inspire me. And slowly, I started developing feelings for him. Me, the girl who once dreamed of becoming a philanthropist, marrying a good man, and raising beautiful children, now in love with one of the most dangerous gangsters in the country. Not only most dangerous, but most wanted. And the worst part? My father, the man who gave me away in the first place — now wants him dead. Pretending he’s trying to save me, when in reality, he’s already planning to hand me over to the Prime Minister of Canada’s son… in exchange for being made Deputy Prime Minister. God! My head felt like it was on fire when I heard that. I couldn’t help but wonder — what does he think I am? A bargaining chip in his twisted quest for power? Is my life just the price he’s willing to pay for his ambition? After everything he made me go through?
The most annoying part of it was that he blurted it out without showing any sign of remorse—completely confident, taking a sip right after, and even crossing his legs comfortably—which forced me to speak out, shaking my head in regret and standing up.
Marissa: I knew it—I knew there was more to this when you said you wanted to take me or set me free from the hands of Miguel and the organization. But your real intention was to hand me over as an exchange for the position of deputy prime minister?
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Loic: Yes… Yes. That’s the one and only real intention — to make that dying dream I’ve been chasing come true. And I’m glad you heard me right.
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Marissa: (snaps) What kind of father does something like that to his own child?
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Loic: A father doing everything possible for a better tomorrow and for his ungrateful child.
He answered boldly, standing up and walking toward me, stopping just a short distance away so we faced each other. Angered more by his statement, I shook my head, replaying his words in my mind. There was nothing he was doing for me—only for his own selfish desires. There was no better tomorrow in what he was trying to achieve, just his greed for wealth, without caring if I would be happy or not. God! What kind of father is he?
I found myself blurting out, my brows furrowed fiercely as if they could kill, my fists balled tightly.
Marissa: Well, then, it’s never going to happen. After what you just did—God, I f*****g hate you! I hate you with everything in me! I regret ever having you as my father!
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Loic: Hahaha! You think hating me will change anything now? Hate me all you want, but if you can’t see why I’m doing all this, then you never will. Just know it doesn’t bother me—and it will happen, I promise you. Believe it or not. (Takes a slow sip from the liquor bottle and drops it on the table.)
In that moment, I ignored him and pulled my phone out of my right pocket, quickly scrolling through it, my heart racing as if I were running a marathon. He growled.
Loic: What the hell do you think you’re doing, Marissa?
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Marissa: Well, I’m going to call Miguel about your orchestrated hit. I won’t let…
The next thing that landed on my cheek before I could finish my statement was a slap from him — a heavy one that made me swerve and fall back onto the chair. I landed hard, my back facing him, legs still on the ground but my body slightly bent over. My phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor with the sharp sound of glass shattering. The screen must have broken. In that moment, a loud, high-pitched ringing filled my ear, and my cheek burned so badly it felt like fire. The pain was dizzying — almost enough to make me pass out. I clutched my cheek, then spat into the same palm I was using to hold it — and saw blood. A painful reminder of just how powerful that slap was.
What shocked me the most was that it was the first time he had ever raised his hand against me. But as I tried to recover from that slap and get up, he shoved me back down onto the chair, my back still turned toward him. Then I felt his hands on my waist — and that jolted me awake from the daze. I quickly tried to stand and turn around, confused and afraid of what he was about to do. But before I could fully rise, another slap landed — this one even more powerful, more intense, and far more painful than the first. I collapsed back into the chair, completely weakened by it. His hands were just too hard to bear. Then he growled gruffly.
Loic: You silly child! You will do as I say. I won’t let you ruin my plans for me.
As weak as I felt, I began to hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. I couldn’t help but wonder—was he about to beat me again, after the two slaps I had just received? And all because I was trying to do the right thing? But to my utmost shock, he grasped both of my hands, pressing his intimate area against my butts so closely that I could feel his manhood between my butts, growing harder as he roughly pulled my hands behind my back and tightened the belt around my wrists—though his aim was far from precise. I struggled to break free, but he was too strong, his grip unbearably tight. Fear, confusion, and curiosity swirled inside me, making my heart race faster than I had ever felt before. In that moment, I desperately hoped I wasn’t imagining what I feared.
Marissa: What… What are you doing? Let go of me, Dad. Let go of me — f*****g let go!
He didn’t utter a word—only his grunts and heavy breaths I heard as he continued, expertly tying my wrists tight. Then, the next thing that sent a cold chill racing down my spine was his hands on my trousers, fingers instantly pulling down the side zips. In that moment, it felt like my head cracked open to something new, my heart p******g so fast I thought it might burst. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what he was trying to do. I yelled at him, shooting a side glance, but I couldn’t see his face. I pressed my forehead against the couch seat, my breath shaking heavily.
Marissa: So, you’d f**k your own daughter too, just like you did with the housemaid?
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Loic: (gasp) How the f**k did you…? Hmph. So your miserable criminal lover didn’t just turn that timid little girl into a bold, fearless woman—he also turned you into a nosy little gossip too. Peeking into things that don’t concern you. Like what I do with my maid. He must’ve done a hell of a job. So, to answer your question… no. I’ll f**k the one I abducted.
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Marissa: (Shaky voice) The one you abducted…? W-what… What are you talking about? Let me go—now—or I swear I’ll scream! (Muttering under her breath) Where the f**k is Piper…? Piper, where are you? I… I can’t let this happen. Not to me. No…
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Loic: (voice cruel) Scream all you want. Just so you know, this is an island estate—and we’re the only ones here. Maybe you’d have had a shot if there were neighbors nearby, but this is a rich man’s island. No one gives a f**k, sweetheart. No one’s coming to save you. Not the housemaid. Not that crazy dog you call a bodyguard. (He laughed, mocking) You really should’ve hired someone who doesn’t leave their boss’s side. Not that it would’ve mattered—she wouldn’t dare intervene. I own this place. And right now, I own you. (Smiles darkened) To answer your little question again? You’re not my daughter. And that woman who left me ten years ago? She’s not your mother either. In fact… we’re not your parents at all.
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Marissa: (Yelling) Stop the tomfoolery! YOU’RE LYING! I don’t believe you! You’re just saying that—using it as an excuse to get between my legs! (Her chest heaved with panic) You’re lying! You’re LYING!!
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Loic: Lying? Lying for what? (He scoffed, laughing bitterly) For a p***y I haven’t even fucked? Please. I’ve had more of that than you can imagine—even before you were born. So, there’s nothing special about you. You know, I thought Miguel really turned you into a tough woman. That was the talk, at least. But clearly, I was wrong. Your criminal lover didn’t teach you how to think smartly. You’re still the same naive, timid little girl I used to know. Tell me this… what kind of ‘good father’ offers his child as collateral to the most dangerous, most wanted gangster in the country—just after borrowing a pile of cash? What good father would trade his own daughter for political power? For position? For leverage? What good father… would be about to screw his own daughter like I’m about to do now? And that woman you keep calling ‘mother’? You’ve tried to reach her so many times. She never answers, never cares. Because she doesn’t. No real mother holds a grudge against her husband and punishes the child for it. She cares for Grayson. Her son. My son. Our son. You, silly child… you were never related to us.
As soon as he finished speaking so cruelly, he slowly pulled my trousers down to my legs. But I was too heartbroken by his words to even think of stopping him. My mind wandered, drowning in thought. As much as I didn’t want to believe him, I knew he was right about everything he said. In that moment, everything began to make sense — as if a door in my mind had been forced open, unblocking memories I’d buried for years. No real father would do what he did — or what he was about to do — to his own daughter. No real mother would treat her child the way she treated me.
Even the age gap between Grayson and me. I had always thought he was my blood brother, but the ten-year difference between us should have raised questions. I’m 25 now. He’s 15. Most siblings are born five or so years apart — ten is a stretch. Then there’s the resemblance. Or lack of it. I’ve never looked like any of them — not the man I thought was my father, not the woman I called mother. Grayson is the only one who resembles him. I remember asking her about that when I was a child, and she lied straight to my face. She told me I looked like her mother — my so-called grandmother. But it was never true. None of it ever was.
I felt even more weakened after everything he revealed to me, and my heart pounded painfully in my chest. All I felt in that moment was shock, pain, betrayal, heartbreak — and goosebumps covering my skin. It was a pain far worse than anything I had ever felt with Miguel. I felt like I was breaking into pieces. I didn’t even realize when the tears welled up in my eyes and started to fall. Everything he said swirled and surged through me like a storm. My head felt like it was on fire — not just from what he did, but from the chaos spinning in my mind.
And none of it was good. It was a dark, heavy mess… a testament to how I truly felt in that moment. It would’ve been better if they had just sat me down and told me everything properly — maybe then I would’ve had a chance to understand. But after what happened, I don’t even trust myself anymore. I have a feeling this won’t end well. And what made it even worse was what he said next in a mockery tone.
Loic: Now might be the time to shed crocodile tears. And to think you came in here without wearing panties—That’s a wonder to me. Like you knew something like this would happen. Well, you just saved me the stress. Direct access. I like that. Your criminal lover must be thanking his stars that I handed over this body, this masterpiece, to him like a gift. That once-flat a*s of the shy, naive girl I used to know… Now it’s round, full, and begging to be touched. How much did it cost to pump that up, hmm? Tell me—How many times has he touched you? Pressed you? How many times has he emptied his filthy, criminal seed inside you like you were his reward?
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Marissa: I hate you! I swear—I’m going to kill you!
I screamed under my breath, rage burning in my chest as I struggled to break free from the rope tied behind my back.
Loic: Nice to know you’re more concerned about killing your own father than begging him. Great. Maybe if you had begged, I would’ve considered letting you go by now. But just so you know… you’re at my mercy—tied like a goat, ready for slaughter. I could throttle you to death and hide your corpse without a single damn care after I’m done f*****g you. But preferably… I won’t. You’re lucky. I still need you alive—to help me achieve that dream of mine. In less than three hours, the Prime Minister’s bodygaurds will be here, right in this compound, to pick you up… Right after your criminal lover is lying dead—like the goat he is. In the meantime… Let me satisfy myself with you. Let me taste what he’s been enjoying between your legs.
As he said that, I felt him rub his glan (head) of his phallus against the entrance of my p***y. Panic gripped me as I kept struggling, silently praying that piper should just show up please before he enters me from behind. But he was too strong. He pinned my tied wrists tighter behind my back, holding me down with a strength I couldn’t match. I screamed In anger—this time loud.
Marissa: ARRRRGH!!! HEEELP!!!!
Despite screaming and hoping she would show up since I left her outside, there was no sign of her. Not even a single sound—just my ragged, shaky breath and his grunts and chuckling. Hope slipped away from me. Then, in that moment, he pushed inside me for the first time. A cold chill ran down my spine—it felt unreal, like a dream. Even after all the everything he’d spilled, I wanted to believe this wasn’t just a nightmare. His length grew harder, pushing deeper and stretching me slowly. My walls twitched around him involuntarily—pain mixed with discomfort as I adjusted to how big he was. But beneath the pain, a shocking surge of pleasure raced through me. I bit my lip to hold back moans, but a soft grunt escaped—one he returned.
Loic: Oh, God!
Then he slid his phallus back, and as he did, I felt it rub against my walls, sliding out slowly. A soft, barely audible m**n escaped my lips, my eyes closing involuntarily—like he knew exactly where my weakness was. He moaned along with me, shaking on his legs, as I could feel him pulsing inside me.
Marissa: Mmm
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Loic: Argh.
Then he let go of my pinned wrists, and I felt his hands grip my waist—desperate, firm. In the next moment, he thrust back inside me in one sharp motion, with no restraint this time. I gasped, mouth falling open as he filled me completely. His pace was fast and rough, the force of it sharp and overwhelming. I could feel the tip of him—his glans—nudging something deep inside me. My cervix. Besides, it’s not the first time feeling that. But It sent a wave of shock, shivers, and twisted pleasure shooting through my body. His length dragged along my walls with his second thrust, making me twitch around him, involuntarily. I bit down on my lip, forcing back the m**n rising in my throat.
Before long, he was thrusting in and out of me with ease—rough, unrelenting—his grip on my waist firm, almost desperate. I couldn’t believe this was happening… that he was doing this, without shame, without a hint of remorse.The man I once call family. The man who raised me like his daughter. The one who should even teach me how sinful it is… Now holding me like I was his to ruin. And I hated it—I hated that his thrusts were beginning to feel good. And the worst part? My body, despite everything, responded. I even came too quickly, making it easier for him… slicker, smoother, wetter… more satisfying for him to thrust in and out as he pleased. But as he began sliding in and out of me—harder, deeper—I felt his pelvis slam my butts hard, the weight of him p******g against me with each thrust. The pain, the betrayal, the heartbreak… they all started to blur, slowly drowned by waves of unwanted pleasure, surging through my body. And in that moment, I didn’t hate him. I hated myself.
I hated myself for the fact that I was enjoying it—for letting him in deeper, arching my back as he moved in and out of me. Instead of feeling heartbroken, or even tearful that he was actually doing this with me, I found myself craving more. I bit my lip to hold the moans from escaping, even as my body tensed from the overwhelming pleasure of feeling him rubbing and stretching my walls with his thick, hard phallus. And the bastard man wasn’t slowing down. His thrusts were getting faster and deeper, each one dragging more unwanted pleasure out of me—pleasure I never imagined I could feel. But I never imagined it would be with him. Not like this. It was forbidden. Taboo. And even though I already knew the truth.
But now, his thrusts had become so intense, I couldn’t hold it in anymore—I moaned uncontrollably as he pumped in and out of me, his c**k pulsating, thickening with every stroke inside me. I could feel him growing harder, stretching me more and more, his s***t rubbing every inch of my slick, sensitive walls—dragging out a deeper, rawer kind of pleasure that made my toes curl. The smacking of his hips against my a*s echoed in the room, fast and loud, and I couldn’t stop the cries that spilled from my lips—moans torn from me whether I wanted them or not.
Marissa: Ah… ah… mm—mm—mm…
SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK
Loic: I regret ever abducting you as our child—the day my ex-wife and I found you on the street in the quiet, early morning hours, crying by the roadside like a cat starved for decades. I should’ve crushed that coconut head of yours into a flat wooden plank when I had the chance. But maybe if I had, I wouldn’t be this close to achieving a higher political position now. You ungrateful child. Instead of being thankful that I’m offering a fatherless, motherless stray like you to the Prime Minister’s son in exchange for power—something countless women would die for—you choose to act like some tough, grown woman who can’t be controlled. Every bit of money you have today came from me—my struggles, my support. I could take it all back and nothing would happen. Without me and my ex-wife, you’d still be that filthy, empty, broken thing we found lying on that roadside. (He jerks his waist roughly.) Ohh… f**k… this is… Ahh… As if that wasn’t enough, you chose to be with that criminal lover of yours. A most-wanted criminal, for God’s sake! You really think someone like Miguel cares about you? Let alone loves you? Hahahah!! Ohh, you’re sick. Very sick! I wouldn’t be surprised if you took something before coming here. Well, let’s see if he comes to save you after he’s dead… you ungratefull child!
He said it in a mockingly gruffly voice—words that almost turned me off. Almost. But then he slapped my a*s—hard. The loud smack made me flinch, the sting biting into my skin. And somehow, that pain only pushed me over the edge. The way he spanked me while still ramming me from behind, it sent a wicked jolt through my body—and I came, hard. My eyes rolled back as I gushed around him, soaking his c**k… phallus… whatever, trembling from the release. But he didn’t stop. If anything, his pace grew even more brutal. Deeper. Faster. Another wave of pleasure built up—hotter, messier, unstoppable. I couldn’t help it anymore. I moaned out loud, louder than before, my breath quickening, my mouth parting as I started to salivate.
Tbc…
Now you know what Marissa has been through… does it change how you see her actions?