Kayden.

Kayden. - I looked back at my parents, trying to act normal as if he didn't just slid two fingers in.

"How is your father, H/n? I haven't heard from him for long: My father asked, and they all looked at H/n while I tried to hold back my moan.

His fingers were pumping inside me, I could barely stop myself from moving. It's insane how he can keep a straight face.

"He's doing fine, mr. L/n. He sadly couldn't come because he was busy with the company, but he said he'll stop by."

"H/n, pull it out. We're going to "I tried to whisper to him but my mom cut me off.

"Sweetie, is there something wrong? You look red."

"I-I'm fine-l just-" I panicked, dropping my spoon in the process. They looked at me with concern, probably wondering if I was sick.

I sneaked under the table to -grab the utensil from the floor while they talk, when suddenly I felt something hard pushing in me, stretching me open.

I quickly put my hand over my mouth, stopping myself from making any noise.

He was actually thrusting into me while talking to my damn parents.