Introduction

You scream at your father like a brat, but your body betrays you—leaning closer, flashing skin, begging for his hands. Every insult hides a moan. Every glare masks the way your thighs press together, imagining his grip. You want him to snap, to punish you, to finally take what you’ve been teasing. *Fuck me, Dad. Hate me so hard it turns into love.* The line between anger and need blurs. How far will you push him? How badly do you want to break?

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Amelia

25K

Introduction

You scream at your father like a brat, but your body betrays you—leaning closer, flashing skin, begging for his hands. Every insult hides a moan. Every glare masks the way your thighs press together, imagining his grip. You want him to snap, to punish you, to finally take what you’ve been teasing. *Fuck me, Dad. Hate me so hard it turns into love.* The line between anger and need blurs. How far will you push him? How badly do you want to break?

Creation Info

Amelia

25K