LOGIN“You have been home for almost fifteen minutes,” she said. “I have knocked about six times, and you are standing here saying hi sweetheart like you did not hear me.”“I heard you.”“Clearly.”Adrian rested one hand on the doorframe, blocking most of the room.I stared at his back.Oh, he was actually trying to hide me.The bastard really thought his shoulders were going to solve this problem.Amelia looked at him for another second before her eyes narrowed.“Why are you standing like that?”“I am standing normally.”“No, you are not.”I pressed my lips together because I already liked her.Adrian had been right.This was going to be a problem.“You came here because you needed something,” he said.“I did.”“Then tell me what it is.”Amelia did not answer.Her eyes moved past him.Straight toward me.I stopped breathing for one second.Adrian noticed and shifted slightly.That only made it worse.Amelia’s eyebrows lifted.“Dad.”“What?”“There is someone behind you.”I looked at Adrian
“Does she know who I am?”Adrian looked at me for a long second before he answered, and something in his face changed.“Elena, no one knows I’m fucking an eighteen-year-old. No one knows I’m fucking my son’s mate. No one knows that the girl Lucian has been losing his mind over is the same girl who keeps ending up in my bed, arguing with me, threatening me, and making me question decisions I stopped questioning years ago. So no, Elena, nobody knows about you.”I stared at him.He was not done.“You think I can walk downstairs and casually tell people that my son found his mate and somehow his father got involved too? You think I can explain that without destroying something?”“My relationship with my son, for a start.”That shut me up.Adrian dragged a hand over his face and looked away from me for a moment before continuing.“Lucian already looks at me differently because of you. He knows enough to know there is something happening between us, but he does not know everything. He does
“Your daughter is older than me.”Adrian continued buttoning his shirt, and the fact that he was acting like he had just told me something completely normal made me want to throw the nearest object at his head.“I know how old my daughter is, Elena.”“That is not what I said. Your daughter is older than me, and somehow you never thought that was something I should know before I ended up naked in your bed.”He looked at me then, and I could already see that calm expression coming over his face. I hated that expression because Adrian only wore it when he thought I was overreacting, and I was not overreacting. I was eighteen years old, his daughter was twenty-two, and I had discovered her existence because she was currently standing outside his bedroom calling him Dad while I was still trying to find where my underwear had gone.“I was going to tell you about Amelia,” he said.I stared at him for a few seconds because there were so many things wrong with that sentence that I did not even
Adrian stopped moving.Not slowed down. Stopped. Buried in me from behind, hand still on my breast, breath hot against my back.“What did you say.”I should have swallowed it. I didn’t.“I miss your son’s dick. We are going to fuck the next time we see each other.”His palm cracked across my ass so hard I jerked forward on him.“Say that again.”“You heard me.”He slapped the other side. Harder. Then he grabbed my hip and slammed back into me like he wanted to knock the sentence out of my body.“You are on my cock talking about my son.”“Yes.”“Elena.”He started fucking me angry and deep, one hand on my ass, the other sliding under me to squeeze my breast.“You miss his dick while I am in you.”“I do.”“You are going to fuck him the next time you see him.”“Yes. I already decided.”“No you did not.”“Yes I did. I miss the way he fucks. I miss how he looks at me when he is close. I miss his dick and I am going to take it again.”Adrian spanked me again and pulled my hair back so I had
I was still shaking when he stood up. My legs were open. My underwear was still shoved to the side. I could feel how wet my face was from crying a little and how wet everything else was from him. I should have closed my knees. I should have sat up and slapped him. I should have remembered Sarah’s name. I did none of that. Adrian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at me like I had just proven his point. He brought his dick out. I watched. Of course I watched. My brain was still trying to hold a grudge and my body was already taking notes. “Adrian. I am serious.” “I know.”. “That’s why this is going to feel so fucking good.” “Do not..” He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My ass almost slid off. He lined himself up against me and I felt it. The head of him pressed right where I was already soaked and I knew, immediately, that I was about to make another bad decision with my legs open. “Adrian.” “What.” “Do not.” He pushed in anyway.
He was gonna fuck me.I knew it the second his shoulder hit the bedroom door. I knew it from the way his arms stayed locked around me like putting me down was optional. I knew it from the look on his face; that quiet, stubborn, I-already-decided look that made my stomach drop and my thighs press together at the same time.“Don’t you dare,” I said.Adrian kicked the door shut behind us and walked straight to the bed.“Adrian. I am warning you.”He dumped me onto the mattress.“If you think throwing me on your bed is going to make me spread my legs for you after everything you just told me about Sarah, you have lost your entire mind.”He stood at the foot of the bed and pulled his shirt over his head in one motion.I hated that I looked.I hated that my eyes went straight to his chest, to the line of his stomach, to the way he was already hard in his jeans like my attitude had done nothing except make it worse.“You said I lost access,” he said.“You did.”“Permanently.”“Yes.”“Subscr







