Chapter Three

Ophelia's POV.

I should have stopped, but I didn't. No, I couldn't.

I forced my tongue into Diego's mouth, kissing him harshly, my breath long gone.

Diego gripped my shoulders firmly, pushing me away from him.

“Stop, Ophelia. You are drunk” He said in a low tone.

But the look on his face told me otherwise. I refused to back off and grabbed his shirt, staring deep into his eyes.

“Tell me you don't want this” I blurted.

Diego's jaws clenched but he stepped backwards, like he was forcing himself to stay away.

I didn't give it time before I stepped back close to him, panting heavily, my eyes on his lips.

I couldn't explain what was wrong with me at the moment. I honestly didn't know.

But I knew I wanted this forbidden moment with Diego. It felt so wrong, but I couldn't walk away.

“Stop, Ophelia,” Diego grunted. He took two steps back, one at a time. “You need to stop before I—” He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“I can handle the consequences” I blurted while panting.

“No” Diego shook his head and spun around but I held his hand, desperation clawing at me.

“Please…..” I begged. “Don't go”

He turned and bit his lower lips hard before everything snapped.

“Fuck” Diego grunted.

He slammed my back to the wall, claiming my lips roughly.

The kiss wasn't slow or sweet, it was only fueled by desire. I allowed him access, letting his tongue explore my mouth. My hands moved above his face, pulling and tugging at his slicked hair. His hand traveled up my thigh, lifting my skirt and touching my panties where it was damn wet.

I moaned.

He pushed me through the hallway, my back scraping against the wall as the kiss only got more fierce. He didn't stop until we got to a door. His hand rattled with the doorknob, but he didn't break the kiss for a second.

He pushed the door open, shutting it with his leg when we got inside, and before I knew it, my jacket was on the floor, the skirt dropping after it.

My back landed on the bed softly, Diego laying on top of me. He broke the kiss, the both of us panting heavily. He grabbed my bodysuit where my cleavages showed, and he ripped it down like a beast with a hand.

He yanked again, and every other clothing on me came down in shreds. I laid naked beneath him, bare and burning with desire.

His hand came between my thigh, sliding through my wetness and raw pleasure coursed through my veins.

His finger dragged slowly, circling my clit over and over again.

My eyes turned white, rolling to the back of my head. This feeling? I had never felt it before in all my years of marriage.

I moaned, back arching on the bed. Diego's mouth dropped to my breast and his tongue dragged over my nipples hard, making a filthy sound escape my throat.

Three hands slid inside my pussy, stretching and curling inside me ruthlessly. My moans filled the room, body jingling profusely.

My body convulsed and I came in no seconds.

Diego pulled his cock out, fisting the base and dragging the wet lips across my entrance.

“Beg for it” he growled. “Show me how much you want my cock inside you”

Again, he placed his cock at my entrance, sliding only the tip in. The moment I tried to clench around him, he pulled out.

“Please……” I begged, swallowing breathlessly. “Please fuck me”

Diego didn't hesitate, he pushed his whole length into me, skin slapping against skin, pleasure ripping through my whole system.

I counted orgasms after orgasms. I moaned his name, screamed, and chanted it like a mantra. He didn't stop, until I could barely move, limbs heavy and body shaking.

The next morning, I woke up with a throbbing headache. I sat up on the bed, looking around the room with a groan.

“What is this place?” I muttered.

My eyes travelled the floor, and the moment my eyes caught the clothes sprawled on the ground, memories from the night rushed back to me.

My stomach twisted.

Diego….The hallway…..The room.

Every forbidden touch…. Every filthy sound….. Every move….

My eyes widened, my chest tightening at the same time. No…… This couldn't have happened.

My face moved slowly to the clock and I gasped, hands getting clasped over my mouth.

I had to get home before Erick. He'd be back home around 7am and this was 6am.

I stood up quickly from the bed, noticing a packaged dress at the edge of the bed. I picked the dress, glancing at the note attached to it.

“Last night was a mistake. Forget it”

The words in the note blurred and for some reason, my chest hurts.

A mistake.

That was all it was. What it's meant to be.

If Erick ever found out, it would destroy everything.

When I got back to the house, I was able to breathe because Erick was not back yet.

I showered, scrubbing everything about the night off, even though the memories refused to be erased.

An hour later, my husband returned.

I couldn't look into his eyes as I greeted. “Welcome home”

Erick responded with a groan, dropping his briefcase lazily on the sofa.

“You look tired,” he remarked. “You didn't sleep well?”

“No” I replied hurriedly, hiding my trembling fingers from him. “I had a good night rest”

A good night curled up in his father's arms.

Erick nodded.

“I'll head back to my room” I pointed upstairs nervously, turning away from him.

Every second with him felt uncomfortable and the only thing I could think about was the way I had shamelessly grabbed his father last night.

I betrayed my husband.

I curled up to myself behind the door inside my room, my breath and fingers trembling.

I should regret it. I should hate myself for what happened. Instead, I could only think about how alive I had felt with him.

But he's my father-in-law. Old enough to be my father.

Oh, God. I'm fucked. Completely fucked.