After catching her fiancé buried between her sister’s thighs, Maria ran. Straight into the arms of the last man she should’ve fallen for—his father. ~~~~ MARIA: The future I imagined went to shit the night before my wedding. Being betrayed by those closest to me nearly fucked me up, leaving me broken and in need of an escape. When I fled, I did it with zero plans—nothing but rage in my heart and my suitcase in hand. But then fate threw me into Declan: older, dangerously compelling, but also equally scarred. He took me in when I was stranded—no questions asked. It was the last thing I expected, but he continued to care for me, keep me safe and... warm me up. In more ways than one. As days pass, ignoring the heat, chemistry, and.. persistent feelings between us becomes... tough. I feel his eyes on me all the time, and my heart rate triples without permission whenever I bump into him in the house. He clearly wants me. I want him too, but I can't allow it to happen. Because he's the father of the man I now despise the most in the world. DECLAN: I took her in because I wanted to help. Who am I kidding, it's more than that. I couldn't help myself. From the moment I laid eyes on her, she had my heart in a choke hold. And as the days went by, resisting her became the sweetest torture. It became like hell to keep my hands to myself, or my mind from imagining obscene things whenever I see her. But we’re not free to give into this. She’s only 23, and I’m... nearly twice her age. And what's worse, I'm the father of the man who broke her heart.
Lihat lebih banyakDeclan~The chick on top of me rode me hard, moaning like she was auditioning for a spot in the porn industry—and I just knew I hadn’t signed up for this.Her hands were everywhere—greedy, impatient. I liked that. But her words were filthier than necessary. Like she was desperate to fill the silence between us.I preferred the silence.She—Joana? Jane? I wasn't sure—leaned down, grabbed my shoulders and rolled her hips on my cock. Come on… The hard flesh pulsed with heat, but I couldn't seem to get there. I gripped her hips and guided her faster. “You like that?” she gasped.I didn't answer. Somehow taking that as a yes, she cupped her tits and shoved them in my face. “And these? You like them?”I resisted an eye roll but bit a nipple for good measure. “Mm-yeah!” She moaned, thrusting it harder in my mouth. Jesus, fuck. “You feel so good!” Right.“I’m daddy’s little whore.” Ew. What the fuck? Like I said. Nastier than necessary.I closed my eyes, my stomach rolling for some reaso
Maria~I stared, unwilling to believe what I was seeing. Even though it was right there. Even though I'd been a witness to it for minutes already.I didn’t move. I couldn’t even try, my limbs were frozen.No.No!My sister. My own sister!And Jason? My husband-to-be was... buried in her like he belonged there.They didn’t see me. Or hear me. They were busy lost in each other like nothing else mattered.Like I didn't.Because if I did to them, they wouldn't– I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to scream.Instead, I watched them like a moron—no longer aroused but disgusted—my stomach twisting, my ears ringing, my heart bleeding—till I couldn't bear to watch anymore.I stumbled back. I was gonna be sick. How hadn't I seen this coming?The moans kept coming. Her voice—Chloe’s voice—cried out his name and I felt myself flip. I wanted to flip something! Someone, anything!My knees went soft, and my elbow knocked into the hallway table behind me—keys, a photo frame, something clattered to the floo
Maria~I made my way back to my group, weaving through the mass of gyrating bodies, but honestly? My heart wasn’t in it anymore.I no longer wanted to be here.I wasn’t drunk, not even tipsy in the slightest, but I felt… weirdly sick. Hollow. Like I'd just given up something vital, and it didn't make any sense.The man at the bar was still in my head. I didn’t even get his name—and as much as it pained me to admit, I might never see him again.The thought stung. But despite wanting to see him once more, I couldn't turn back. I shouldn't even be entertaining the idea when I was getting married tomorrow. We'd barely had a proper conversation, even—so why should I be feeling like I was making a mistake?My wolf was pacing in the back of my mind, too—agitated, like she knew something I didn’t. Like she hadn’t liked walking away either. I shook it off and kept walking.No point getting stuck on someone new when my whole life with someone else was set right before me. I might have to tell s
Maria~There’s a certain kind of panic that hits you when everyone around you is celebrating a future you’re not sure you picked on purpose.The kind where your brain—or perhaps your wolf—goes, “Are we really doing this?!” thirty times per hour, but your mouth smiles and accepts shots of goddess-knows-what from friends. Shots that I subtly passed off to someone else the second they weren't looking…If someone had told me a year ago that I, Maria Rory Harrison, would be getting married at twenty-three—I would’ve laughed, choked on my drink, and ‘politely’ asked them what flavor of delusion they were sipping on. Because it couldn't be me. Marriage? Please! More like a few extra months of unemployment after just getting my degree.Yet, here I was—at an upscale bar that smelled like top-shelf liquor—feeling… not quite drunk, not quite confused, but more than a little out of place. And it was all Chloe’s fault.“You’re getting a proper send-off!” my little sister had declared last week
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