Chapter 4

Layla.

"Dante?" I croaked out, my heart skipping a beat as I watched him stare at me intensely, an indescribable look on his face. When did he arrive? I could have sworn I expected him to come home even later. Realizing the state I was in, I opened my mouth to try and speak but nothing would come out.

"What are you doing?" He asked and I shakingly pulled out the dildo from my pussy, trying to no avail to get something to cover myself with.

"I-its not what it looks like!" I started to say but his eyes narrowed dangerously, baring his teeth.

"Oh, it's exactly what it looks like. This is what you have been occupying yourself with?"

I tried to say something, to defend myself but no words will make it past my lips. After all, isn't this what I wanted all along? For my Uncle to see me? I was masturbating to him anyway.

Feeling bolder, I met his gaze head on. "Of course, this is what I've been occupying myself with. What else would you have me do? I have no boyfriend and unlike you, I can't