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Destiny Winland knows better than to test her father's trust, but when William Yarnells hand slides up her thigh under the dining room table, she doesn't stop him. They sneak to the basement for rough, desperate sex, and the next morning she wakes him with her mouth before he takes her slow, still sore from the night before. By the time he's done, she's come four times and can barely walk—but she'll be back for more.
The dining room hums with the ceiling fan and the rustle of Rafael's newspaper. Destiny's fork pauses mid-air as William's palm lands warm on her bare thigh, fingers walking inward beneath the tablecl
Destiny's bedroom is dark except for the blue glow of her phone screen. She hears the back door click open at 10:32, then footsteps too careful on the stairs. William eases her door open, sweatpants l