5

Ariana

My eyes widened at Mark’s words and as Dax stared down at me, something bitter and painful lurched through my insides, but as I scrambled to explain the truth to him, Dax pulled himself away from me, crossed the room to where Mark was leaning against the wall. In the very next moment, he began to punch him hard across the face.

“Fucking bastard.” Dax swore as he beat the hell out of Mark, while I remained frozen in place. I blinked at the scene unfolding before me in shock, listening to the sounds of fist meeting bones.

“Dax, let him go, please.” I cried out from behind him, and after a few heartbeats, he let go of Mark who groaned and slumped on the ground, then he cursed as his eyes landed on me, then towards the onlookers by the door who instantly fled. He cursed again as he approached me and took my hand, and his face looked absolutely enraged.

“Let’s go.” As he barked those words out, he pulled me along with him before I could get another word out, and as I stumbled after him, I feared that I was in big trouble tonight.

I felt embarrassed as hell that he just witnessed this entire mess, and I immensely regretted attending this party tonight. But I also felt thankful as hell that he rescued me tonight from being assaulted by Mark.

The ride back home was tense, tension filled and quiet, with me sitting awkwardly and trying to act like I wasn’t nervous as hell. Dax was clearly furious, he was gripping the steering wheel tightly and the way his jaw was clenched made it very obvious. The sight of him looking so angry was riling me up so much and making me feel so flustered and aroused, which was undoubtedly bad, but I couldn't stop my body from reacting that way towards him. I wanted to say something to break the silence but I didn’t even know the right thing to say.

“I- I’m sorry,” I whispered in the silence because it felt like I had to. My eyes briefly darted towards him. His jaw ticked and my stomach flipped just as he responded.

“Not now, Ariana.”

My heartbeat pounded harder and I exhaled shakily, shifting a little in my seat as I felt myself grow wet.

“You didn’t believe Mark.” I blurted out after a few minutes, squirming awkwardly. This time, he snorted.

“Of course, I didn’t. He was clearly lying.” He bit out before his eyes locked with mine and I shivered at the darkness in his eyes.

“That’s the kind of man you like? Who doesn't respect women?” He demanded and my face flirted as I shook my head fast.

“O- of course not! I didn’t know what I was thinking, okay? I guess I was still young and dumb.” I mumbled awkwardly and he glanced at me again, making my stomach clench when his eyes briefly raked over me.

“You’re still young, Ariana.” He stated and I felt myself already bristling. Was he seeing me as a kid right now? Despite me being in such a dress right now? I picked this dress tonight mainly because I wanted him to see me as an adult, one that’s old enough to get into bed with him.

“I’m not that young. I’m an adult.” I argued as I glanced over at him, feeling relieved that the tenseness in the car seemed to have dissipated. He didn’t respond and I didn’t know what to make of that.

As I kept regarding him, taking in the bulging muscles in his arm as he drove, I briefly wondered if it would be possible for me to seduce him. I wasn’t sure if I was hot enough to successfully seduce anyone, but I do wish I was bold enough to try that on him tonight. Who knows when next we’d ever get this close after tonight? Cause I’m sure tomorrow, he’ll place a very large gap between us.

When the car pulled up in the garage and we alighted the car, a shiver rolled down my spine because of what I was planning on doing tonight, knowing that I was about to cross a line that could go good or bad with no inbetweens.

I was gonna ask Dax to fuck me.

As he came around the car to stand before me, I bit back a sound as goosebumps settled over my skin when he only stood an inch away. As I blinked up at him, hoping he was about to kiss me, he cupped my cheek and massaged it.

“Did that bastard slap you?” He demanded, jaw clenched and I flushed, disappointment wafting through me as I shook my head.

“No.” I responded, then when he swore and said something about needing to teach Mark a lesson, I wished he’d just forget about Mark and fully focus on me tonight.

As we made our way into the house, my heart kept pounding hard against my chest and I kept giving myself all the encouragement I needed to pop the question tonight.

In the middle of the sitting room, he was about to walk off when I quickly grabbed his wrist, making him stop in his tracks. When he turned around to stare at me, a brow arched, I blurted the words out before I could stop myself.

“Please fuck me.”

Dax’s pov

I blinked once, then twice as her words echoed through my head. For some reason, it felt like I heard wrong. She was still gripping my wrist and blinking up at me

“Are you drunk?” I asked, cause that was the only thing I could think of that was capable of making her mistaken me for someone else, perhaps. I looked her over, she didn't look drunk, but her face was flushed and her eyes appeared a little glassy.

She shook her head. “No, I’m not.”

I let out a pained sigh, pointedly avoiding staring down her body in this black dress as I spoke. “So why did you…”

“Cause that’s what I want. For you to fuck me.” She echoed as she stepped closer, eyes locked with mine, her cheeks darkening even more.

I let out a small laugh, wondering why the universe was making me suffer like this.

“Where is this coming from?” I asked, feeling perplexed and confused. “You aren’t even attracted to me. Is this because you’re trying to forget your shitty ex?” I demanded and her eyes widened as she shook her head fast.

“No, none of that, I swear. I am… attracted to you.” She bit her bottom lip as she responded and I wondered if she was being honest right now or playing a game because she somehow figured out that I’ve been wanting to bend her over since the first time we met.

“The answer is no, freckles.” I breathed out with all my self control, cause that’s also the best thing to say right now. As the older one, I couldn’t afford for that to happen, especially because I was certain she didn't mean any of the words she was saying right now.

I turned to leave but she refused to let go of my wrist. “Please, Dax.” She whispered and my self control tethered within me.

“Stop this if it’s a joke, Ariana,” I growled, then in the next moment, she dropped to her knees, shocking me further.

“I’m not joking, I really do want you to fuck me tonight,” she whispered, sounding winded and my eyes raked over her while my cock twitched.

“This is bad, freckles. How can you say that? Your brother’s best friend?” I breathed out and she knitted her chin out.

“I’m an adult, Dave doesn’t have to know.”

I cussed again, climbing onto my last senses while everything was urging me to give in, but I just couldn't. She’s too young and completely off limits. Dave was also gonna kill me.

“You don’t even know what you’re saying or asking for. Get up and go to bed, tomorrow, we can pretend this didn’t happen.” I bit out before turning around in order to leave before I gave in, but I couldn’t move.

“Please?” She whispered once more, voice breathless and I just knew I already lost this battle.

Slowly, I turned to regard her, heat tugging at all my insides at the sight of her on her knees again. It was truly such a sinful sight, her black dress high up her thighs and her eyes fluttering as she blinked up at me.

Before I could stop myself, I cupped her face and swiped a hand across her bottom lip, and when eyes fluttered again then her tongue snaked out to lick my thumb, I swore while my cock twitched again.

So this means sha was also attracted to me this whole time?

“Why are you on your knees right now?” I asked in a thick voice, watching as her face flushed as she responded.

“I— I liked how it felt in the kitchen this evening, the way you looked at me and touched my lips.” She responded, voice strained and the brewing heat within me heightened even more.

Was I really about to do this? I’m really gonna fuck Dave’s little sister…?

Like she could see me still having second thoughts, she breathed out.

“I- I’ll be living for uni in a week. It only needs to happen once.” She whispered and then she wrapped her plump lips around my finger and suckled.

That did it for me. Everything instantly heightened within me, and all that I was now interested in, was having her, and fucking her tonight. Anything else be damned.

I pressed down on her tongue and she whimpered, making my cock twitch again. After that, I pulled my thumb away and pulled her to her feet, then steered her towards the stairs.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’ll go upstairs, take a shower, take these contacts out, dress very comfortably, and then come into my office. The door would be unlocked.”

As I waited in my office, I kept thinking my decision over, a part of me urging me to back out now, but now I was consumed with so much hunger, all I cared about right now was tasting her. When she pushed the door open, she stood there in all her glory, her hair wet and framing her gorgeous face. Her glasses framed her blown eyes, and she was in a large shirt that swallowed her slim frame.

Her hands trembled and she clutched her shirt tightly. Our eyes locked from across the room and the hunger within me roared just as I croaked a finger at her.

She took a step before I shook my head. “Be a good girl and crawl towards me.”

This was her last chance to flee. If she still had second thoughts, she could turn and run right now.

However, she dropped to her knees and slowly crawled towards me, her chest heaving and her mouth parted to release pants once she was kneeling beside me.

“Good girl.” I husked and she whimpered while trembling. My eyes hungrily raked over her and my hand tightened on my desk, fighting against the urge to throw her over the desk right now, not when I have to check one more thing first.

“Put two fingers into your pussy and show me. I need to confirm that you really want this. You’ll be wet if you do want me to fuck you.” I breathed out, watching as her face flushed before she did as ordered.

Her hand shook when she brought it out and held it towards me, and I grasped her wrist, my eyes zeroing in the sheer wetness clinging to her fingers. The wetness dripped down her fingers and that made me feel heady as fuck. Her entire face burned when my eyes met hers again.

“Ah… you aren’t just wet. You’re dripping.” I stated and as she spluttered, I licked up the wetness over her two fingers, welcoming the tangy taste of her wetness and wanting to taste more from the actual source while she moaned breathlessly.

When I dropped her hand, I patted my desk and gruffed out. “Get up, and come bend over my desk.”

Her eyes widened. “Why?” She whispered breathlessly as she rose up.

“First, I’m gonna spank you, then I’m gonna eat you out from behind because you taste so good and I want more. If you don’t come over my tongue, then perhaps I might consider fucking you tonight.”