Chapter Five - Petyr

I was just about to fall asleep when I heard the noise - a door opening somewhere in the house.

I sat up quickly, alert.

I had not been able to get her off my mind since I laid my eyes on her and I was disappointed when her father asked her to go to her room.

Sirena.

Maria.

Her name felt like a melody I couldn't stop humming.

I listened carefully for another sound but none came. I decided to go to the kitchen and grab a drink, water or probably something stronger if Duke had anything stashed, to calm me down.

I was sure Duke would not mind me walking around his house. We were best friends, after all, practically brothers since high school and I was definitely not going to rob him.

Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I got off the bed and headed to the kitchen.

And when I got to the kitchen, there she was.

Standing in front of the refrigerator, drinking orange juice straight from the carton, her back turned to me.

An angel.

I looked at her hair, remembering how soft it had felt in my hands as she choked on my cock.

Fuck, I cursed under my breath.

My eyes travelled from her head, down to her heavenly body. Though her back was turned to me, I could still see the sides of her breasts.

Her gown was sheer, her skin glowed under the light and she had no underwear on.

I could see her ass through the material. So round, so soft, so beautiful. I could feel myself getting hard.

I don't know what I was expecting when Duke called me but this…she was way better than anything I had in mind.

She was exquisite.

Her beauty was out of this world, so mesmerising that I had successfully put thoughts of Cienna behind me.

I chuckled within me and leaned on the door, still taking in the beauty before me. The door creaked from the impact.

She turned around abruptly, fear and surprise in her eyes. I watched it fade into anger once she recognised me.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed, her voice low and sharp. Her hands went up to conceal her barely covered nipples.

“It's literally midnight. What are you still doing here?” She asked again

I chuckled at her attempt to intimidate me with her tone.

Maybe I had let her be in charge last night but I was and would always be the one in charge.

I moved around the kitchen island, closing the distance between us.

“You see, your father invited me to spend the night.” I said, in a low tone. I stood in front of her, only a few steps away from her, close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from her body.

“Why?” Her voice was laced with suspicion.

“It rained. It rained so hard. So he asked me to stay.” I replied.

“Just like that? Why? You came with a car so why couldn't you leave under the rain.” She asked, eyeing me. “You know what, whatever. So, he let you spend the night and now you think you can just move around however you like.”

“I heard a noise and I came to check.”

With her breasts so close to me, it was taking a lot to keep my focus on her face. More than once, my eyes had wandered, lingering on the curve of her collarbone, the soft swell beneath the fabric and I knew she had noticed.

“Well, You've seen what it is now. You can go back to your room.”

She turned away from me and picked out three plates stacked with sliced fruits from the refrigerator. But I could not leave. Unable to hold myself anymore, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pressed myself into her back. Her body stiffened for a brief moment and then softened.

Her warm body against mine was doing things to me. I brought my nose to her shoulders and inhaled her scent. It was intoxicating - she smelled just the same as last night.

She tried to wiggle free but I held her in place with one arm while the other hand moved round her body, teasing her bare skin under that flimsy night wear she had on.

I squeezed her one breast and then the other, lust taking complete control over me.

"Leave me alone.” she said in a high whisper and pushed herself away from me, still clutching the plates.

But I could see the need in her eyes. I could see she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

“What are you doing? Anyone could walk in. Do you know what would happen if my parents see us like this?”

“They will if you keep talking.”

She looked at me like I had gone crazy.

“You know, I didn't think I'd see you again after all that happened last night and you know I…”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” She said quickly, but her voice was betrayed by the flush of her cheeks and the way her eyes couldn't meet mine. It was a flimsy lie and we both knew it.

“Surely you have a bit of a memory of it, my good girl.” I said, amused.

She went red in the face from embarrassment.

“I'd like to hear you call me daddy again, Sirena.” I pulled closer to her again, using my finger to lift her face.

She inched closer to me like she was about to kiss me, then she stopped. “I said I have no idea of what you're talking about. And you better shut up about it. I could be a killer as much as I could be a slut.”

She gave me one final look and walked away, leaving me hanging onto her scent.

Did she just threaten me? I chuckled.

She was something and I was here for it.