The grandfather clock chimed softly, marking the arrival of midnight, as I gently pushed open the intricately designed door to Ralf's lavishly adorned bedroom. Rya and Ralf were engrossed in conversation, their faces still carrying remnants of the evening's dinner party. Rya, bathed in the lamp's soft glow, gracefully rose from the sofa as she noticed me. Ralf, already in his silk pajamas, lounged in bed.

"Please, do come in, dear," Ralf greeted warmly, his sweet voice echoing through the opulent chamber. With a mix of apology and care, I approached, holding a small bowl and spoon.

"Looks like you missed dessert, Papa," I said softly, hoping to mend the evening's rift.

Ralf responded with a grateful smile, his eyes conveying both appreciation and empathy.

"My daughter's unkind behaviors ruined my appetite. It's alright, Kay. I'll indulge in extra dessert tomorrow. Perhaps I've spoiled her too much since her mother's passing," he confessed, casting an apologetic glance toward Rya and me.

"Don't blame yourself, Papa. I wasn't any better," I admitted, earning a puzzled look from Rya.

"I warned you to tone down the kindness to everyone," Ralf said kindly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it with people I care about," I explained with a smile. "I made Firni, a Bangladeshi dessert, for you, I know you're gonna love it," I added.

"But I have diabetes, and I've already brushed my teeth... If Maria saw my fasting blood sugar rise tomorrow, she would be very angry at me; they all measure my blood sugar every 12 hours..." Ralf began to protest.

"...Can you keep a secret?" I interrupted playfully, getting a chuckle from Ralf and a nod from Rya.

"Secret's safe with me too," Rya assured, gratitude in her eyes as she playfully winked at her father.

Smiling back, I felt the tension ease.

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I was tired but also reluctant for the night to end.

As I started to undress after returning to my suite, my phone buzzed, and I saw that it was Nina calling. I picked up the phone while unclipping my earrings.

"Nina?" I asked, hearing the loud music in the background, indicating she was still at the party.

"Kay, where the fuck are you?" Nina's voice came through loudly.

"I'm getting undressed. Where are you?" I inquired, worried something wrong had happened.

"Kay, get your big ass to the guesthouse. We have a DJ and booze...!! We are partying.........." She yelled excitedly, but another man's voice suddenly drowned out her voice.

"Oh, my sexy little Viper, you gave me the biggest boner today at the dinner... What the fuck had you done today?" Rhys's astonished voice, filled with drunken, erratic desire, floated through the phone.

His voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Rhys, give me my phone back!!" Nina shouted at him, clearly in a brawl.

"Baby girl, where are you? I need you to be here right now..." Rhys's plea for my presence was interrupted as Nina managed to get her phone back.

"Kay, Rhys is drunk as fuck, don't mind him. Don't bother changing, just come to the guesthouse. We're all partying... Royce and Maria will join us as well. Come with them," Nina explained, her voice muffled by the DJ booth's noise.

"I'll think..." I began to explain, worried about Rhys's drunken state and what he might do.

"Don't think, just... Hey! Hey!! Jasper, that's vodka! You'll die... DON'T DRINK!! JASPER, YOUR MOTHER WILL KILL MEEE...!!!" Nina's frantic yelling was cut off as her call suddenly dropped.

I quickly dialed Maria's number, assuring her that I would join the Volkner Party.

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The guest house stood a considerable distance from the main château, boasting a larger and more picturesque exterior compared to the shed I had visited the day before. The pulsating noise emanating from within was unmistakable. Maria warned me and remarked, "Stick close to Rhys. His friends can be unpredictable, and you might find their behavior uncomfortable."

I nodded in understanding.

As I stepped into the guest house, the pungent and herbal scent of marijuana immediately assailed my senses. My head was spinning a bit, and I could not tolerate the smell of the weed.

Maria wrinkled her nose in distaste and remarked, "I'll head to the upper booth where Royce and Rya are. If you feel uncomfortable, join us there."

Left to fend for myself in the party, I couldn't help but question whether coming to the guest house had been a good idea. The overpowering stench of marijuana made me feel queasy, and I desperately sought a way out.

After carefully dodging the intoxicated crowd, I found a spot where the smell wasn't as strong. A waiter approached me with a tray of drinks. I hesitated for a moment before deciding to take a small glass and cautiously took a sip, hoping it might settle my stomach. The drink burned my lips, catching me off guard with its intensity. The woman next to me advised,

"Down it all at once, then chew on this lime," pointing to a wedge on the counter. With little choice, I gulped down the fiery liquid and bit into the lime.

The sensation ignited a fire within me, and I couldn't help but cough. Trying to compose myself, I managed to croak out,

"Take me to Rhys."

She took my arm and led me through the crowd to the bar, where I spotted Rhys.

He wore a deep violet shirt with a few buttons undone, clearly tipsy, lost in his own world as he held a wine glass.

When his gaze met mine, and a shiver ran down my spine. His eyes were filled with lust. For me.

"Oh, shit," I muttered under my breath. I instantly realized the dangerous territory we were entering. Rhys Volkner's allure had always been potent; from the day-1, and tonight was no exception. A mix of apprehension and undeniable attraction washed over me, evident by the smirk that crept onto Rhys's perfect lips.

He turned away briefly to concoct a drink and then gracefully made his way back to me, offering the glass he had prepared.

He wanted me to drink.

Tonight, I'd already shattered a multitude of my own personal boundaries. I'd acted out of character, thrown caution to the wind, and now, I was about to embark on a rarity—indulging in alcohol. Without seeking Little Kay's approval, I accepted the drink from Rhys's hand and downed it in one swift gulp, feeling the heat blaze down my throat.

As I stood there, grappling with the fiery sensation, another intoxicated man sauntered over, slurring his words as he asked,

"Sexy! Look at you! What's your name?"

But Rhys swiftly moved forward, enfolding me in his arms as if he intended to shield me from the world.

"Mine,"

Rhys growled, declaring in his intoxicated state, his words were sending a seductive purr resonating through me. The man, taken aback by this revelation, retreated and walked away.

I couldn't help but shiver once more, my body reacting to Rhys's possessive declaration.

With surprising strength, Rhys almost lifted me up and sat me down on a nearby bar stool, his touch both commanding and gentle.

"You silly little viper, why are you drinking everything like tequila shots?"

I wanted to remind him that I don't drink, but I held my tongue. The venom in my veins seemed to dance with this newfound affinity for alcohol in an unusual harmony.

"Make me two gimlets," Rhys commanded the bartender, his arm wrapped around me. Then, almost unexpectedly, he buried his nose in the nape of my neck. After taking a deep breath of my scent, he spoke,

"You were such a good little girl today. .....Such a good little girl..... Ask your Daddy to give you anything you want, my little bunny. The show you put on today with Rita Bitch and her family..." He started to laugh hysterically as he could not finish what he was saying, but his sultry voice made me want to forgive every wrong he ever did, and I should let him do anything to me.

Rhys brought his mouth closer to my lips and whispered on my face again,

"Ask Daddy... anything, I will give you my everything, my little love," there was a slight hint of alcohol on his breath.

"Your drinks," the bartender declared. Rhys looked pissed at the bartender, took two glasses, and handed me one.

"Drink," he commanded. Once again, I gulped it down in one go. It tasted like lemon juice but was bitter.

"Penicillin for the doctor. Courtesy of the gentleman at the bar," another waiter said as he arrived with a glass filled with a drink before we could finish ours. My brain struggled to assess colors in the dimly lit makeshift club, but Rhys was the only clear figure in front of me, bathed in green lights.

"Who?" Rhys asked, and the bartender signaled toward a man sitting at the bar. I couldn't see him clearly, but I gathered he was a black man wearing a white Hawaiian shirt adorned with white pukka bead shells around his neck.

He waved at Rhys with a big smile, and in response, Rhys showed him his middle finger. I squinted, trying to get a better look at him.

"Don't look at him, look at me!"Rhys grabbed my chin and redirected my gaze to his eyes. Hours ago, I might have protested against this behavior, but not now. Not tonight.

I had no idea I would be this much submissive to someone.

Soon, I realized I was getting drunk, probably for the first time in my life. I understood why people preferred getting drunk with concoctions that resembled the taste of medicine. I was also becoming aroused.

"You belong with me... with your daddy. Don't look at anyone else. Just look at me... your eyes, they are mine..." He drunkenly mumbled against my face, and I savored every word that escaped his lips. Each one hit my pleasure points in the most enticing way. I gazed at Rhys's hands, yearning for those rough, powerful hands to caress my entire body, brutally.

Unconsciously, my left leg lifted, wrapping around his waist. This gesture caught his attention, and he drew nearer, his fingers sinking into my thighs.

I picked up the other drink and began sipping it more leisurely. Meanwhile, Rhys ordered the penicillin for himself. While I was drinking, I felt his other hand stroking my exposed back.

"Hm, green also made you look so damn delicious, baby! What else would you look good in?" He complimented me with his drunken voice. My heart fluttered with joy, and it decided to mimic him.

"With nothing." this slipped from my mouth. This erratic reply made him look content with me.

Without warning, he lowered his head and began licking and kissing my neck.

"What you did today, Kay... I'll never forget it. The way you fucking destroyed Rita's ego..." He couldn't even finish his sentence before I grabbed his neck and initiated a passionate kiss. He responded by gripping my waist and pressing his body against mine.

I let out a near-whimper as his gesture sent a wave of lust washing over my senses.

Then, once again, the waiter interrupted our intimate moment.

"Sir, your penicillin," he announced, interrupting us once again.

Rhys shot him an irritated look as he took the glasses from the waiter, who quickly retreated.

"Oh, my drink had finished. I liked it... Penicillin," I admitted, punctuating my words with laughter. My voice was heavy with the mingling sensations of lust and alcohol.

"Open your mouth, darling," Rhys commanded, and I obliged, parting my lips for him. He grasped my hair, tilting my head to align with his, then took a sip of his drink and spat it into my mouth.

Before I could even react, he pushed my jaw back up and commanded with that voice,

"Drink it."

He didn't have to say it twice; I had already swallowed the drink. When I understood that I had followed his order, a wicked smile spread across Rhys's face. He lowered his head, pulling my jaw upward to give me a demanding kiss. I somehow managed to set the glass back on the bar and concentrated on him, who had now started to bite my lips.

When he finally released my lips, leaving them slightly swollen and tasting of blood, I looked at him through the hazy atmosphere.

His face appeared blurry, as did the dancing green lights behind him.

"I am ................thirsty," I declared, 'cause I wanted to lure him in. As much as I became submissive to him, a part of me wanted to dominate him in every way possible.

Rhys obliged by taking another sip and spitting the drink into my mouth. I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, reveling in the wild intoxication of the moment.

"What the fuck are you doing?" little Kay spoke in my mind.

I pushed everything else away from my mind for the night.

Cause, unmanageable lust coursed through my veins, that belonged to him. only.

Tonight... I belonged to my daddy.

I hid myself in his arms, and soon, I realized that my body was slowly intertwining with his. His hands were exploring risqué places, far beyond just rubbing my back.

"You're mine," I whispered into his ear.

Rhys Volkner jolted from his trance as if my words had cast some voodoo spell on him. Without missing a beat, he grabbed my neck again. The dancing crowd around us seemed unfazed by my submissive behaviors, lost in their own world...

Intoxicating music, and the beats kept floating in the air.

"Say it... again," he commanded.

"You. Are. Mine," I calmly replied. He paused for a few moments, then gripped both of my thighs, parting them, wrapping them around his waist, and lifting me up. He pinned me against a dark wall and began to kiss me passionately. I could taste the metallic tang of blood on my lips; it was painful, yet... I relished every fleeting moment.

His strong hands moved in rhythm with the music, caressing every curve of my body, especially my breasts. My fingers tangled in his perfect black hair, damp with sweat, and who knows what else...

I relished every touch he blessed upon me, every passionate nip he left upon my skin, perfectly synchronized with the pulsating rhythm of the music. Our breaths melded together, and I couldn't get enough of the warm caress of his breath against my face, as if he were inhaling my essence deep into his lungs...

Before long, I felt my hips instinctively moving in a sinuous, sensuous rhythm against his body, like a snake coiling before delivering a lethal strike. Rhys, ever attuned to my desires, purred softly into my ear,

"Oh, my little sweet viper... you want your daddy to fuck you..... Don't you?"

I was too intoxicated, too consumed by the lust, to muster a response to his playful banter.

His hands ventured beneath the slits of my gown, and without hesitation, he slipped his fingers into my panties.

"You're so incredibly wet, how cute," he purred, followed by a sweet smile, his voice husky with desire. Every cell of my body moaned with his touch.

I laughed uncontrollably, then leaned in to kiss him, but he abruptly withdrew, concern etching on his beautiful face.

"Kay... but...I think you're drunk," he declared with a protest. But I was so aroused that I was getting angry at his protesting.

"No...I'm not." I managed to mumble, struggling to form words through my haze.

"No, baby, you're definitely drunk," Rhys insisted, his voice now tinged with genuine concern.

"I want... you," I pleaded as I was about to cry. My hands wandered all over his back as I rested my heavy head on his shoulder. Everything blurred within seconds...

"Kay..." He murmured something, but I couldn't make out the words.

"Please....." I begged him again. I started to cry like a child because I wanted him to fuck me in the worst way possible, and I didn't care if I stayed alive after he was done fucking me.

Rhys cupped my face gently, I could see there were signs of genuine concern in his eyes, which were almost glowing in the dark........

Then........

Music faded in the distance.

After that, I don't remember anything at all.