Angela stiffened slightly, but I answered before she could. "Angela, take them to their rooms. I'll handle this."

Angela nodded, her voice steady as she gestured for Emily and Jennifer to follow. "Come with me."

They hesitated, but the authority in her tone left no room for argument. As they stood, Jennifer's hips swayed, her ass flexing beneath the tight fabric of her dress, her nipples hardening as she caught me watching.

Just as they were leaving, Nathalie entered the room.

Her face was pitiful, her eyes red-rimmed from crying, her body still trembling from the earlier humiliation. She saw me and froze, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress like it could shield her from the memories of what had happened.

Nathalie's trembling fingers clenched the fabric of her dress like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her red-rimmed eyes darted up at me, her voice barely more than a broken whisper. "Can… can I see my son? Please…"

I studied her—the way her body still shuddered from the aftershocks of what we'd done to her, the way her thighs pressed together as if she could hide the ache between them. "Why did you come out of bed?" I asked, my voice low, velvety, already knowing the answer.

She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting the fabric of her dress. "I… wasn't tired."

A lie. A pathetic, beautiful lie.

I exhaled through my nose, my gaze tracing the way her hips swayed unsteadily, the way her breath hitched when I didn't immediately answer. "You can't even walk now," I murmured, my voice dark with amusement.

"You should rest." My fingers twitched, remembering the way her body had clenched around me, the way she had squirting all over her own son's face. "I'll take you to see him tomorrow. Okay?"

Nathalie's shoulders sagged in defeat, but she nodded, her limp more pronounced as she turned away, her ass swaying despite her exhaustion. I watched her go, the way her dress clung to her sore, used body, the way her fingers trembled as she gripped the doorframe for support.

Oh, Nathalie.

The moment the door clicked shut behind her, Angela's heels clicked against the marble floor as she strode back into the room. Her hips rolled with every step, her uniform hugging the curves of her body like a second skin. She didn't say a word. She didn't need to.

She stopped in front of me, her dark eyes burning with something feral, something hungry. Then, in one fluid motion, she straddled my lap, her hands pressing against my chest as she pushed me back until I was lying beneath her, the plush sofa cushioning my fall.

I could feel her—every inch of her.

Her tits pressed against my chest, full and heavy, her nipples already hard through the thin fabric of her uniform. She ground her hips down, her heat searing through the layers between us, her breath hitching as she rolled her body against mine.

Her hands slid down my chest, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath my shirt before gripping the hem and yanking it up. I let her, my cock already hardening as her thighs squeezed around me, her ass flexing with every movement.

"Angela," I murmured, my voice a warning, a promise, my hands gripping her hips, my thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there.

She ignored the warning.

Her mouth crashed onto mine, her tongue forcing its way past my lips, demanding, claiming. I growled into the kiss, my hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer, grinding her down onto my throbbing cock.

She moaned into my mouth, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her pussy already wet, her arousal soaking through the thin fabric of her panties.

The doorbell rang, sharp and abrupt, cutting through the thick tension in the room. Angela pulled back from me with a soft gasp, her lips swollen from our kiss, her breath still ragged. She quickly adjusted her uniform, her fingers trembling slightly as she tried to regain her composure.

I sat up, my cock still throbbing beneath my pants, my gaze dark as I watched the door.

Lisa stood there, Veronica and Mary flanking her like two predators ready to strike. Lisa's uniform had been replaced with modern clothing—tight jeans hugging her toned legs, a checkered shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing the deep cleavage of her full breasts. The fabric strained slightly over her curves, her nipples just visible beneath the thin material.

Veronica was dressed similarly, her shirt stretched tight over her massive tits, the cleavage so deep it was almost obscene, her nipples peaking against the fabric. Mary's jeans clung to her thick thighs, her shirt barely containing her heavy breasts, the buttons straining with every breath.

Lisa's gaze flicked between Angela and me, her cheeks flushed slightly, but her voice was steady. "Sir…" she said, her fingers clutching the doorframe. "They were asking to meet you."

I nodded, my eyes locking onto Veronica and Mary. "Lisa," I said, my voice low, commanding. "You can take any empty room and live here from now on. Angela's safety is in your hands."

Lisa nodded sharply, her posture rigid, but there was a flash of something—gratitude, excitement—in her eyes before she turned to leave. "Yes, sir."

As she walked away, her ass swayed just enough to draw the eye, her hips rolling with a natural, hypnotic rhythm.

Veronica and Mary didn't even glance at Angela. Instead, they stepped forward, their eyes locked onto me.

"Dexter…" Veronica's voice was a dark purr, her fingers tracing the edge of her open shirt, teasing the swell of her cleavage.

I gestured for them to come closer. "Sit."

They didn't hesitate.

Veronica's thigh pressed against mine, her full, heavy breasts rising and falling with every breath, her nipples already hard beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.

Mary's fingers inched dangerously close to my cock, her body leaning into me like she was starving for my touch, her plump lips slightly parted, her dark eyes locked onto me with a mix of defiance and hunger.

But then my voice cut through the haze of lust, dark and serious, pulling their attention away from the heat between us.

"I know everything about your mother," I said, my gaze locking onto theirs, my voice low and controlled. "Don't blame her. It's not her fault."

Mary's fingers froze mid-movement, her eyes narrowing with bitterness. "How can she even be called a mother?" she snapped, her voice sharp, her full breasts heaving with anger.

"She abandoned us! She left us to rot in that hellhole while she lived here in luxury!" Her nipples were hard, peaking against her shirt as her breath came in short, angry gasps.

Veronica's fingers clenched into fists in her lap, her tits rising and falling rapidly. "She didn't even try," she whispered, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. "She just left."

I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees, my gaze dark and unyielding. "You think she wanted to leave you?" I asked, my voice a low growl. "You think she chose this life over you?"

Mary scowled, her arms crossing under her heavy breasts, lifting them slightly, making her nipples even more prominent. "Then explain it!" she demanded, her voice trembling with frustration.

I exhaled slowly, my hands clasping together, my expression serious. "Walter killed your father," I began, my voice steady. " Angela tried to keep her distance from you in order to keep you guys safe... "

"And you think you came to this place by accident?" I snorted, my fingers tracing the armrest of the couch.

"The clues at home—the ones that led you to the portal? She left them. The keys in the car? The supplies you used to escape? She's doing. She planned your freedom before you even knew you needed it."

Veronica's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. "She… she did that?" she whispered, her voice cracking.

Mary's body trembled, her tears spilling over as the realization hit her. "We… we didn't know," she choked out, her voice raw with guilt.

Veronica stood abruptly, her breasts heaving, her tears streaming down her cheeks. "Mother—!" she cried, her voice breaking as she lunged toward Angela, who was still standing near the doorway, her face pale with shock.

Mary was right behind her, her own tears falling freely as she threw herself into Angela's arms. "F-Forgive us…" she sobbed, her body shaking with violent cries. "We didn't understand—!"

Angela staggered under the weight of them, her own tears finally spilling as she pulled them into a desperate embrace, her hands stroking their hair, her body trembling with relief and love.

"My girls…" she sobbed, her voice raw with emotion. "My beautiful girls… I never stopped loving you. I never could."

The room filled with the sound of their cries, their bodies pressed together—mother and daughters, finally reunited, finally free.

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