It was at that moment the man determined he'd need to carry through with his promise to allow her to escape with her lover, that she'd need be kept away from her father that evening. The man may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he possessed a rat's cunning, and the plan was formed in an instant in his mind. It caused no hesitation, or pause his treatment of the Heiress, or pause in his actions, and it hadn't been formed in empathy for her. All he cared about was saving his own skin. And fucking the bitch silly; the humiliation of shoving his cock into her tight ass to be left be left for last. The reaction to that thread had not been missed.
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""Feel good, Lexi? It does, doesn't it? You're dripping all over me. Slut!"" He still managed to taunt, as with the Heiress body now pinned flat to the mattress by his, his hands slid under her. Nails scratched the skin of her abdomen, and scraped an erect nipple as he pinched and twisted it, and the other moved to her clit. "Useless