“Sure you do. Just not all of me.” He loops an arm around my waist and lifts me, turning and going to his knees next to the couch and setting me where he was just sitting. The couch is low enough that he barely has to adjust his angle to start fucking me.
I thought he was deep before. It’s nothing compared to now, not when he loops his arms under my thighs and spreads me to allow him deeper. Alaric’s expression goes stormy as he fucks me hard enough that my breasts shake with each thrust. “Your pussy feels good, Zuri. You feel good.”
I moan and run my hands up his arms. “Oh gods.”
“Stroke that pretty clit of yours. I want to feel you come around my cock again.”
I don’t know why I look at Ursa. I’ve been vaguely aware of her still talking in that viciously amused tone of voice this entire time, but I haven’t been able to focus on the words.
She smiles at me and reaches out with her free hand to pinch my nipple. The shock of it makes me moan. Loudly.
Ursa’s damn near grinning. “You’ve truly pissed off your precious daughter, Triton. Shall I describe exactly how my man is fucking her right now? Shall I describe exactly how I intend to fuck her later? It’s inspired enough that I do believe you’d approve if it was anyone other than your favorite daughter about to come all over his cock. Can you hear her, Triton? Those aren’t moans of protest. She’s enjoying every wicked moment of this.” She pinches my nipple again. “Apparently she’s not the good girl you worked so hard to make her into. A shame, that.”
I can hear him yelling from here, and Ursa laughs and hangs up.
I try to protest, but there isn’t enough air. Not with Alaric swiveling his hips and rubbing against something inside me that has me feeling too warm, too desperate. “Oh gods.”
“You have permission to come.” Ursa shifts her touch to my other nipple, pinching it just as hard as she did the first. “I’d say you earned it after that performance.”
If I were stronger, if I were less angry, maybe I’d attempt to resist. I’m not. I’m just me, in over my head and sinking fast. When Alaric moves his hips in that devastating motion again, I come apart around him. I’m still whimpering when Ursa reaches between my legs and wraps her hand around Alaric’s cock. “Not you, lover. Not yet.”
He grits his teeth and looks almost pained, but he finally eases out of me. Ursa laughs. “Good boy. Now get rid of that condom and clean yourself up.”
Again, he hesitates the barest second, looking down at me. Finally, he climbs to his feet and walks away, leaving me sprawled on the couch next to her. Ursa shakes her head when I start to close my legs and presses my thigh back open. “I like looking at you. Don’t deny me that.” She idly strokes my thigh. “Are you angry at me or at him?”
I answer without pausing to think. “I’m angry at everyone. My father lied to me, and the longer I’m outside his house, the more problematic he seems. You’re using me. Alaric lied to me and he’s using me.”
She strokes my thigh. “Darling, do you think you’re special?”
I blink. Of all the things I could have anticipated her saying, this wasn’t on the list. “What?”
“Your father lied to you, but if you ask him, he’ll tell you he had his reasons. Do you think a man who sets himself up like a god to his daughters wants to admit that he’s anything but infallible? Of course not. At the end of the day, he’s simply a man with sins like anyone else. Pride. Wrath. Greed.”
I turn my head to look at her fully. It should seem weird to be having this conversation while I’m naked and she’s idly touching me, but it somehow doesn’t. “You set this entire thing up to get revenge on him. Why are you defending him now?”
“I’m not.” She taps my knee and moves to the other thigh, still stroking me. “I’m saying that a smart person doesn’t let rage blind them to the realities of the world. No one is wholly good or wholly bad. If you know their motivations, you can use them to encourage the outcome you desire.”
It almost sounds like she’s teaching me something. I reach out tentatively and put my hand on her leg. Her dress is silky and slides against her knee at my touch. “My father put me and my sisters in a cage. It might be because he wanted to keep us safe, but it doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t care if we suffocate in the process.”
“Yes.” Her dark eyes gleam. “How would you use that as leverage if he was your enemy?”