Amelie’s POV

God, please make it quick, I thought as I squeezed my eyes closed. I could feel his disgusting arousal against my ass.

“You know what? I’ve changed my mind, kitten,” Mr. Duval chuckled, manically. “I want you to call me Daddy.”

Then I heard it, the arguing from outside the door. I never thought my salvation would be Jonathan and Vivian.

“Mother!” Jonathan yelled. “She is my future wife! I can pamper her all I want.”

“I just don’t understand why you want ...