Chapter 82. Daddy’s Little Trade: pt. 1

My heart pounded like a drum in my chest as my step-uncle Johnson shoved me face-down onto the massive king-sized bed in his dimly lit penthouse bedroom. The silk sheets felt cool against my naked skin, but I was anything but calm—trembling from head to toe, my petite 22-year-old body quivering with a toxic mix of fear, desperation, and something darker I didn’t want to name.

My bank account was drier than a desert, and that Rihanna concert next week? It was my one shot at escape, at feeling alive amid the shitstorm of my life. But begging Johnson for the cash had led me here, to this.

He was 57, a silver-haired powerhouse in politics with fingers deep in underground money laundering. His smirk when I’d asked had been wicked, eyes gleaming like he already owned me. “Of course, my sweet little niece,” he’d purred, voice raspy from years of cigars and shady deals. “But you’ll let Uncle ruin that perfect virgin ass first. That’s the price, darling.”

I’d nodded shakily