Her hatred of Tony stirred to something deeper, more profound, but she knew her father was right.  If she refused to finish this, complete the task, she'd end up with her head under water again, and it would never come back up.  She'd stare ahead with dead, glazed eyes, and life would be nothing but a memory.  She clung to her father, trying to push the disgust down.<br/><br/>"In this room, you are not my father.  In this room, you are only a man, and I am only a woman.  This means nothing," she said slowly, her voice far steadier than she felt it should be.  Kat was repulsed.  The sex from before left her wet, and he was still hard, but they were base reactions and had very little to do with who it was done with.<br/><br/>She allowed him to lead her back to the bed, one hand on her naked hip and the other on her breast.  His mouth was all over her, very little style to where his lips meshed with her skin, and she knew he'd been deprived touch.  Once again, she arched for Tony's enjoyment, spreading her thighs to give her father access.<br/><br/>When he entered her again, she cried out and thrust her hips up in offering, all the while turning her head in submission and closing her eyes so she didn't have to see the burning lust... in her father's eyes.