Antonio's vision clouds red, time to teach his daughter a lesson!

Reckoning: A Father's Wrath

The Breaking Point

The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Antonio’s hand shot out, the middle-aged man's fingers wrapping around Miranda’s slender wrist like a manacle.

"W-Wait... What are you, hmmph!!"

The sheer strength of his grip made the raven-haired vixen gasp—not in pain, but in delight, her grey eyes flashing with challenge as she met his glare.

"Three thousand euros?" His deep baritone was a low, dangerous growl, the kind that should have sent shivers of fear down her spine. Instead, Miranda merely smirked, her free hand trailing up his chest, the young woman's manicured nails scraping lightly over the fabric of his shirt.

"Oh, daddy," she purred, her luscious red lips curling into that infuriating, smug little smile. "Don’t tell me you can’t afford me."

Antonio’s other hand seized her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her nightgown as he yanked her against him.

"Fuck this shit. I'm done playing games"

The sudden press of his erection against her stomach made her breath hitch—just for a fraction of a second—before she recovered, her laughter light and mocking.

"Oh, are you? Is that all you’ve got, daddy?" she taunted, her wide hips rolling against him, the slender vixen's bubble butt grinding into his thighs. "Stefano would have already had me bent over the bed by now."

Something inside Antonio snapped.

The Lesson Begins

In one brutal motion, he spun her around, his palm cracking against her ass with enough **** to make her yelp. The sound was sweet, delicious, and it only fueled the fire burning in his veins.

"You ungrateful little whore," he snarled, his fingers knotting in her hair, forcing her head back. "You think you can **** me? Extort me? Mock me in my own home?"

Miranda whimpered, but there was no fear in her eyes—only arousal, dark and hungry. "Prove me wrong, Papà," she breathed, her voice trembling with excitement. "Show me you’re not just some pathetic old man who comes in his pants at the first touch of his daughter’s—"

Antonio didn’t let her finish.

His hand slammed her face-first into the mattress, his knee parting her thighs as he ripped her panties aside, exposing her bare, pink flesh to the cool air.

"You want to play escort?" he hissed, his fingers probing her tight, untouched hole without preamble. "Then you’ll learn what real men do to little sluts who don’t know their place."

Miranda cried out as his finger pushed inside, her body clenching around him, her back arching off the bed.

"T-too big—!"

Antonio laughed, the sound dark and vicious. "You haven’t seen ‘too big’ yet, slut."

The Punishment

The bottle of massage oil clattered to the floor, its contents spilling across the wood as Antonio slicked himself with rough, hurried strokes. The sinful father's fat cock throbbed in his hand, harder than it had been in years, his blood boiling with a mix of fury and lust.

Miranda twisted beneath him, her nails scrabbling at the sheets, his daughter's breath coming in shallow, excited pants. "Y-you wouldn’t—"

"Oh, I would," Antonio growled, his free hand gripping her hip, his flared tip pressing ruthlessly against her clenching entrance.

And then he pushed.

"O-Ohmygod..."

Miranda screamed, her toned body bowing off the bed, the young woman's fingers clawing at the mattress as her dad stretched her out, filling her with each deep thrust, she was ruined.

"S-stop! Dad, it hurts—!"

Antonio didn’t care. His hips snapped forward, sheathing himself inside his daughter to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

*Plap!*

"You wanted this," he hissed, the sinful father's fingers digging into her pale skin as he pulled back, only to slam home again. "You begged for it. Now take it."

*Plap*

Miranda sobbed, the young woman's slender body shaking beneath him, her inner walls fluttering around him in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"S-Stefano—"

"Fuck Stefano," Antonio roared, his hips pounding into her with reckless, furious abandon. "He’ll never fuck you like this."

And then—

"Oh God—!"

Antonio came, his release exploding inside his daughter's tight ass, the middle-aged man's fat cock pulsing as he filled her belly with his thick creamy seed.

"F-FUCK!! Harder, daddy..."

Miranda collapsed beneath him, the raven-haired beauty's slender body trembling, still begging for more between ragged breaths.

But Antonio wasn’t done.

His cock, still hard, still throbbing, twitched against her sore, gaping rosebud.

Miranda’s eyes widened.

"P-Papà—?"

Antonio grinned, his fingers tightening on the pale vixen's wide hips.

"Round two, principessa."