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Rosalie's POV

I opened my mouth.

Words were supposed to come out. A proper explanation. But it was like all rationality had deserted me.

It was probably the aphrodisiac. It felt like fire spreading through my skin, dispelling every fear in my body.

I grabbed the gun, shocking even myself as I pressed the cold steel against my skin.

"All I can think about right now is your cock buried deep inside me, daddy." I slurred.

A rough guttural sound ripped through his throat like he was fighting a fierce monster inside of him. 

I moved before I could think— pushed him against the bed and straddled him.

He went still for exactly one second, a mix of shock and amusement on his face.

"Who in God's name are you really, firecracker? How are you not afraid of me? Do you have an idea how dangerous what you're doing is?" 

He flipped me over, now towering above me, resting his weight on his elbows.

"I don't care." I couldn't hide the sexual desperation in my voice.

And that was all it took to set loose the beast in him. 

His lips found mine as he parted my thighs and guided his cock through and into my pussy, raw desire dancing in his eyes.

"You're so fucking wet and hot." He purred, hunger flickering in his eyes. "Just the way I like it." 

He grabbed my breast, nuzzling between them. Then, he thumbed my nipples until they tightened to agonizing points. 

He sucked the first one, then the other, before moving down my body to kiss my belly.

My core tingled with anticipation. I wanted this man! Hell! I could almost cry at this point.

And he felt the same way too. I felt it in the way his body was also trembling like he couldn't handle the heat anymore..

Pressing himself tightly against me, he brought my hand up to touch him— his thick veiny length.

I guided him into me and when he settled against my soft wet core, I folded and unfold.

An unhinged moan tore out of my throat as my vision blurred. God! He was so huge. I felt my core contracting and expanding.

A few thrusts later, I had adjusted to his size. Pleasure blew my mind away.

Fuck!

It didn't feel like anything I've ever felt before.. 

He soon increased his pace.

I met his pace with perfect sync until I felt myself soaring as my orgasms built up.

“Argh!” I moaned, tilting my head back and fisting the sheets.

My legs trembled non-stop, and I had to wrap them around his waist as pleasure threatened to pull me apart.

His hands gripped my thighs, angling me to take him deeper, to take all of him.

“Mine,” he growled against my lips, swallowing my gasps, my cries.

Strangely enough, it sounded more like a claim. Like he somehow owned me now.

He thrust harder, his body tightening and coiling. My nails raked over his skin, my back arching as the pleasure crested, white-hot and all-consuming.

"Oh, fuck!" I couldn't stop screaming. 

"You feel so good, firecracker. So good." He groaned, voice husky with pleasure.

My core started to spasm around his length just at the same time his thrusts grew wilder, his body boiling hotter than an iron.

Heat crashed through me, ecstasy racking my body as I came hot and hard.

“Oh, yes! Yes!” I implode.

"Fuck!" He growled as his body convulsed on top of me shooting spikes of cum inside me.

For a moment, there was only silence, our breaths mingling, our bodies tangled.

And then, just as I thought the night was over, his lips found my ear, tracing sensuous lines along the sensitive nerves.

“Let’s go again."

THE NEXT MORNING;

The sun streamed in and I peeled my eyes open.

It was the most peaceful sleep I've had in a while. It felt like I traveled to a realm of desire and came back.

Wait! Where am I?

The room comes into focus slowly—the massive window, the expensive interior decor, my towel rumpled on the floor.

I jolted off the bed. 

The memories of the last night came rushing in, accompanied by a deep feeling of regret.

Shit! Holy shit!

What have I done?

Oh God.

I pressed both palms over my face.

I just had a one night stand with one of Emily's dad's friends. 

But most importantly, where did he go? Did he leave the vacation house already? 

Did he find out my identity?

My head was spinning with a myriad of questions. Did I really just have the best sex of my life with a man twice my age?

What would I even tell Emily? 

Hey, so, funny story, I took a mystery aphrodisiac drink at the vacation house and slept with one of your dad's mates and it was genuinely the best night of my entire life and I'm going to be thinking about it for the rest of my life, but anyway how are you?

Emily was wild, yes. Emily didn't judge, mostly. But there was a difference between wild and this, and I was fairly certain even she had a line somewhere and I had potentially crossed it.

I couldn't deny how good it had felt though.

That was the problem. That was the humiliating, inconvenient, inescapable problem. Nobody — absolutely nobody had ever made me feel like that. 

Not even close. Not Maxwell in four years, not anyone before him. Whatever last night was, it had awakened something wild in me.

"You shouldn't be here!" A voice suddenly snarled from downstairs.

I furrowed my brows as I hurriedly doubled down the stairs 

As I got closer, the voice because clearer. Well, voices.

One was undoubtedly Emily's voice.

I rounded the corner into the sitting room and the two figures arguing turned towards me.

It was Emily and the man that had just given me the best night of my life.

If she was having a serious argument with him, then he's a very close friend to her dad. Probably her dad's best friend.

As his unreadable gaze trained on me, I felt heat crawl up my spine. Even fully dressed, he still looked as devastating as ever.

My throat went dry as my core began to throb.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Emily's face shifted immediately she saw me. "Rosa!" She came to hug me.

"I'm sorry I didn't know he would be here. I would have—" 

"You know her?" The man's voice came from across the room.

"Of course I know her." Emily turned back to him, irritation sliding back into her voice. "How else would she have the keys? Dad, this is my best friend, Rosalie."

Her words hit me like a freight train and I stumbled backwards like I'd been physically hit.

Did I mishear it?

Dad?

Like her father?

She looked too serious to be joking and the man's face had gone ghostly white with terror.

He must really be Emily's dad.

OMG! I was so fucking doomed! 

I just had the best sex of my life with my bestie's dad.