MasukShe came downstairs almost an hour later.I was leaning against the wall by the front door, arms crossed, watching the clock. When she finally appeared I let a slow smirk pull at my mouth.“I gave you thirty minutes.”Hazel rolled her eyes, but there was heat behind it. “Thirty minutes is not enough for a woman to get ready, Daddy.”She had changed into a short black dress that clung to every curve and almost nothing underneath. I didn’t answer. I just opened the door and led her to the car.The drive to my newly finished apartment was quiet, thick with the kind of tension that made my cock stay half-hard the entire way. She kept glancing at me, thighs pressed together, already restless. I kept my eyes on the road and my hands on the wheel, because if I touched her before we got there I wasn’t going to stop.The second the door to my place closed behind us I took her straight to the room at the end of the hall. The one I had almost torn out during the renovation… and then decided to k
I woke up with her soft body curled against mine.Hazel’s head was on my chest, one leg thrown over my hip, her bare tits pressed warm against my side. Soft morning light slipped through the curtains and caught in her hair. She looked so peaceful—lips slightly parted, lashes dark against her cheeks, the faintest little smile still on her mouth like she was dreaming something filthy. Something about the quiet rise and fall of her breathing made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to name.Fuck.I hoped to God I wasn’t falling for my best friend’s daughter.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it carefully so I wouldn’t wake her. One message from the renovation crew:Apartment’s finished. You can move in whenever.I shoved the phone under the pillow and turned back to her.Even in sleep her pussy was dripping. I slid my hand between her thighs, parted her soft lips, and pushed one thick finger inside. She was still soaked from last night—hot, silky, and clenching around
I couldn’t stay.The second I closed the door to the guest room I knew it. My cock was still half-hard from the kitchen, throbbing every time I replayed the way her tits had brushed my chest, the way her fingers had traced the outline of me like she already owned it. I grabbed my travel bag and started shoving shit back inside. My place would be finished tomorrow. Until then I’d book a hotel. Anywhere. Just not here. Not under the same roof as her.I yanked the zipper.It caught.I yanked harder. The metal teeth refused to close, jamming halfway like the bag itself had decided to fuck me over. I’d dragged this same black case through airports and hotel rooms for three years without a single problem. Of course it chose tonight—right when I was trying to run from the one person I should never touch—to finally give out.“Fuck.”I didn’t waste time fighting it. I hauled the half-open bag over my shoulder and headed downstairs. One a.m. The living room lights were still on. Cane sat on the
I hadn’t seen Hazel in three years.The last time I laid eyes on my best friend’s daughter she was eighteen, all long legs and skimpy little outfits that barely covered anything. She was always brushing against me—accidental hip bumps in the hallway, soft tits pressing into my arm when she reached past me for something, fingers “accidentally” grazing the front of my jeans like she didn’t know exactly what she was doing. I told myself it was harmless. Teenager testing boundaries. Nothing more.Then came the night Cane and his wife took her on that weekend trip. House empty. I invited Rita over. She was already riding me on the living-room couch, tits bouncing, cunt gripping my cock like a fist, when the front door opened. I expected a scream. Hands over eyes. Panic. Maybe even a call to her parents.Hazel just stood there in the doorway.Wild eyes. Flushed cheeks. Watching every filthy second like she couldn’t look away. Rita noticed her, pulled off me with an awkward laugh, and scramb
Morning light cut across the guest-room floor in thin gold strips.I woke to the ache between my legs and the memory of him still inside me. The door stood open exactly as he’d left it. My brother’s T-shirt was twisted around my waist. The sheets smelled like sex and Dominic’s skin.I sat up slowly. My thighs felt sticky. When I shifted, a dull, satisfying soreness reminded me exactly how hard he’d taken me.Footsteps in the hallway.Dominic appeared in the doorway already dressed in black joggers and a dark hoodie, hair still damp from a shower. He leaned against the frame the same way he had the night before and looked at me like he was cataloguing every mark he’d left.“Breakfast is on the counter,” he said. “Eat. Then come find me.”He turned and walked away before I could answer.I pulled on clean underwear and the same oversized shirt, then followed the smell of coffee into the kitchen. He’d made eggs again. Toast. A glass of water sitting next to the plate like an order. I ate
I stood under the spray longer than I needed to.The water ran hot over my shoulders, down my back, between my legs. I kept my hands on the tiled wall and forced myself not to touch. Every time my fingers twitched toward my clit I heard his voice again—if you do, I’m coming in—and the threat alone made me wetter.When I finally stepped out, the bathroom mirror was fogged. I wiped a clear streak with my palm and stared at my own flushed face. My nipples were still tight. My thighs pressed together like they could hide how empty I felt.I pulled on one of my brother’s old T-shirts and a clean pair of underwear. Nothing else. The shirt hit mid-thigh. I left the bathroom door open the way he’d told me to and walked into the guest room.The lamp on the nightstand was already on. The bed was made. The door to the hallway stood wide.I sat on the edge of the mattress and listened.Quiet footsteps moved somewhere in the apartment. A cabinet closed. Then silence again.I lay back against the p
The heavy click of the front door locking echoed through the massive mansion like a gunshot in the silence.Lila stood frozen in the kitchen, her heart hammering so violently she could feel it in her throat. Damien was gone. Really gone. The house felt emptier than ever, yet somehow more dangerous.
He kissed her neck, open-mouthed and hot, sucking lightly on her pulse point. Lila’s knees weakened. She clutched his shoulders for support, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingers."Tell me to stop," he challenged, even as his hand slid down her waist to grip her full hip. "Tell me you don’t w
Lila Harper had always been the good girl.At nineteen, she still blushed at the mere mention of anything intimate. Raised by a single mother who drilled modesty and purity into her, Lila had never touched herself, never watched anything forbidden, and certainly never imagined the things that happe
Lila lay in Damien’s arms for only a few blissful, terrifying seconds before reality crashed over her like ice water. What have I done?The taste of her own arousal still lingered on her lips from his kiss. Her thighs were sticky, her pussy still throbbing from the most intense pleasure she had eve







