2|One-night stand

ELENA PETERS

The ride was silent. We haven't said a word to each other since we left the bar. My heart was thudding really loud and I deeply prayed he wasn't hearing all that chaotic sound.

Glancing at him was a mistake because now, I'm staring at his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Oh, goddess. Holy goddess. Don't let me do this.

I looked out of the window instead, trying to ease my racing heart. But then I realized this wasn't the route to my house.

“Where are you taking me?” I half-panicked.

“To my house,” the voice was excitingly deep. “Trent called. Said he wasn't gonna be home tonight. Whatever meeting he's having will take all night. So I figured you should spend the night at my place.”

Tears blurred my vision at another harsh reminder of Trent's infidelity. I kept my eyes out the window, refusing to let him see my tears.

“Why were you drinking, Elena? Did something happen to you?”

What do you care?!

“Nothing,” I replied dryly. I could never tell him that his supposedly perfect son was cheating on me. And with my sister!

“It's not nothing, but it's fine if you don't wanna talk about it.” He said flatly.

We remained silent until we drove into his compound. He turned off the car and I quickly stepped out, drying my eyes.

He stepped out too and came to grab my hand. I jerked away from his reach.

“You don't have to hold me. I can walk perfectly on my own.”

“Yeah, I'd believe that if you didn't wallow in glasses of whiskey.” He retorted, forcefully holding my hand.

Again, he was dominating. Never take no for an answer. But then why did he have to be my father-in-law?!

It's so not fair. Not fair at all!

We walked into his house and it was oddly silent.

“Where's Aunty?” I asked, looking at him. Aunty was how I addressed Trent's mother, my mother-in-law, and his mate.

There have been stories about him having a mate before he met her. So she's not his fated mate, but his chosen mate. Well, I don't know how true that is.

“She went to visit a friend. She'll be spending the night there.”

My heart skedaddled. Wait. So…it's just me and him here, alone?

I quickly jerked my hand off his grip as we got to the stairs.

“Goodnight,” I said hurriedly, taking the stairs. I was taking two at a time, eager to get away from him.

But then I twisted my ankle and almost fell off with a yelp.

Firm hands caught me from behind and that scent again left me almost wanton.

“You see what happens when you let a tipsy woman walk on her own? She ends up breaking her whole body.”

There was a sizzle of anger and something darker in his voice. And out of the blue, he swept me into his arms bridal style, taking us up the stairs.

My hands were wrapped around his neck and I tried so hard not to look at his face. Good thing we got to the guest room and he was finally dropping me on the bed. Away from all the heat emanating from his body. Or was it from mine?

I looked around quickly and my heart leaped. This wasn't the guest room.

“Why did you bring me into your bedroom?”

“Because I need to treat your ankle. Be right back,” he left. Seconds later, he was back with an ice pack.

He sat on the bed, gently placing my leg on his thigh. Good Lord, but my pussy was soaking my panties at the feel of his hands on my skin.

And my leg being so close to his cock made me all the more dangerously excited. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was subtly seducing me.

And my lonely heart and tipsy mind were falling for it.

“Why were you crying?” The question was asked so quietly that I almost missed it. “Did you fight with my son?” He looked at me.

I struggled for a suitable answer. “It's nothing we can't fix.”

But can we really fix this? Can I really overlook and forgive what he's doing with my sister? I don't know. I don't think I can. It was too much of a betrayal.

“If he makes you cry, then is it worth fixing?” His question messed with my mind as I fought to understand the meaning behind it.

He stood and left the room. I sighed in relief but the door opened again and he was back.

This time, he dashed into the bathroom without a word to me. I was a writhing mess on the bed, finding it impossible to stay calm, knowing he was naked in there.

Minutes later, he came out wearing just briefs and running a towel on his hair. His buff body was wet and fucking delicious to the eyes.

My eyes popped at the full bulge popping out between his legs. I let my eyes feast on his abs too, and then the sexy tattoo on my chest.

A full mind-blowing train of dirty thoughts invaded my mind, forcing me to sit up.

Dear goddess but I don't think I could hold back anymore.

I slowly placed my legs on the ground, taking deep, deep breaths for my next action.

Fuck it! This would be my dirty little revenge on Trent. He's gonna know how it feels to get stabbed in the back by your loved ones.

I stood from the bed and slowly leaped towards him. He stopped moving his hand that was holding the towel.

“What is it?” He asked sternly, green eyes searching mine.

My hand grabbed the bulge and he jerked. But didn't move away. His jaw was twitching again and his eyes darkened.

“I could help you ease that boner. If you let me.” I was a complete slut right now. An audacious one. Because how the hell wasn't I scurrying off when he was giving me a burning stare?

“Do you have any idea what you just said?” his voice was icy.

I nodded, grabbing him firmer. “Can I?”

He gritted his teeth, as his lashes flickered. “You’re insane, Elena.” But he wasn't moving away.

“Yes, yes, I am.” Get me a shrink in the morning. But right now, I really want to have a taste.

Without any more words, I got on my knees and slowly pulled down his briefs.

Again, he didn't move away. He didn't stop me. And so I took his hard cock and licked up the pinkish head, tasting his precum.

A sharp grunt escaped his lips and his legs wavered slightly. Something about that fueled me and I began sucking him, taking in half his length.

Goddess, he tasted fucking amazing. I choked myself on his cock, and he grunted again, fisting my hair.

I played with his balls while popping faster on his cock.

“Fuck,” he pulled away from me, with a ragged breath. With no heads up, he scooped me off the ground and tossed me on the bed.

My eyes flared at the speed he used in discarding his briefs. He came for my clothes, taking them off in a swoop.

His fingers played with my nub, driving me insane with moans. He was pumping his cock and seconds later, he was sliding into me.

“Owww…” I moaned at his entry. He intertwined our hands, pinning them above my head. His weight had me trapped as he pounded my pussy.

My gentle and laid-back father-in-law was a monster in bed. I noticed a little too late. There was nothing gentle in his thrusts. He was sending me to erotic hell with his brutal thrusts.

I was a squealing and moaning mess. And he was a grunting mess, driving us both wildly to a mind-blowing orgasm.

“You asked for this, Elena. Don't forget that.” He breathed into my ears, going deeper like he wanted my walls to feel his cock. Like he wanted to leave a permanent imprint on me.

“Yes…” my voice was cloaked with moans. “Yes, I did…” We were gyrating to his fast rhythm.

“So you're never gonna regret it. And you're never gonna pretend it didn't happen.” He ground me now, getting soft moans from my lips.

“Yes..”

“You're mine. Fucking mine.” He kissed me, trapping my squeals as he doubled the pace of his thrusts until I had a shattering orgasm, leaving me breathless.

He grunted, releasing right inside me. We were both breathless, and after seconds he rolled off me.

I was exhausted and flushed. My eyes shut weakly as I felt very dizzy. Somewhere between reality and dreamland, I thought I heard him saying something…

It sounded almost like an apology and a couple of more words that didn't make sense. He said,

“...it was the only way I could lure you into my arms.”