Chapter 185 Load Me Up, Daddy Ch2

• She tries to catch her breath when he sets the next match.
• Tries to pull her shirt back down — hide the slick mess he made inside her, the bruises blooming on her thighs where he gripped too hard.
• But he catches her wrist — the same hand that aims, kills, commands. He pulls the shirt up instead — all the way this time, over her head, tossed to the floor with a soft laugh that vibrates in her bones.