CHAPTER THIRTEEN: HE OWNS ME

YARA’S POV

I want him more than I have ever wanted anyone or anything before in my life, he is my cocaine, my addiction, I can’t do anything about this desire.

Ever since that day I met Raphael Fernandez seated in my father’s study with his legs on table and his hands resting thoughtfully on his chin, every since the first day he fucked me hard on his coffee table banging his big hard dick in to my pussy like he owns it, he became my whole world, my first priority.

Nothing else had matter to me than making daddy happy, I can die and kill for Raphael Fernandez, I mean I pretty much killed my own father yesterday just so Raphael can get his revenge on that jerky son of his.

“Get over here you little slut.” Daddy said. I like the sound of it. I moved over to where he was standing as quickly as I could.

“You know the drill Yara, clothes off, get on your knees arms stretched backwards.” Daddy said, I nodded as I tried hard to stop my self from squealing in blatant