Chapter 5: Take Me, Daddyyyy…yyy

CASSIUS

"Why do you look so lost?"

Enzo’s voice snapped the tether of my thoughts. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes against the mental static. How could I tell my best friend that Marielle had lived rent-free in my head since that night? How could I admit that I was mind-fucking a girl who was my best friend’s daughter…a girl my own niece's age?

…Fuck me…

I rubbed my face, feeling the grit of exhaustion and guilt. Enzo sat forward, his gaze narrowing. He knew me too well.

"Marielle," I finally gritted out.

The mere sound of her name made my pants tighten. My throat went dry. I could still feel the phantom heat of her skin under my palms. She was an intoxicant, a drug I hadn't realized I was addicted to until the first hit. The image of her legs parted, my hand buried deep in her heat... it made me want to hear her scream my name again."Something seems out of control," Enzo noted.

He wasn't wrong. My restraint was fraying at the edges. "Something happened," I confessed. "Between me and Marielle. Something intimate."

"Woah, woah…the fuck?" Enzo’s eyes widened in horror.

"I was seconds away from fucking her."

"How? When? The actual …fuck…Cassius?"

"Calm the fuck down!" I barked.

Enzo stood up, pacing and running his hands through his hair. "You can’t have these thoughts about her. You’ve always been the one in control. Until now."

The truth stung. I was baffled, caught in a storm I didn't know how to navigate. It was wrong… deeply, fundamentally wrong but the hunger was louder than the logic.

"Sort it out," Enzo warned. "Make it clear before things get out of hand."

I knew he was right. I needed to end this before the fire consumed us both. With a heavy heart and a hardened resolve, I walked toward her room. I knocked, but her reply was a garbled mumble.

"Open," I commanded.The door swung wide, and the air left my lungs. Marielle stood there, a vision of beautiful wreckage. Her hair was a wild nest, her nose was pink, and her eyes were glazed. She was wearing nothing but a black bra that strained against her curves.

"Daddy," she breathed.

The word hit me like a physical blow. Then I saw it..the empty bottle of vodka on the floor.

"Marielle"

She stumbled, her balance failing. I caught her arms just as the bottle rolled away with a hollow …clink... I was supposed to be an adult. I was supposed to talk sense into her. But as her soft skin met my hands, my resolve shattered.

..Control, Cassius. For fuck's sake, control…

The urge to touch her was a tidal wave. She dropped to her knees, looking up at me with those glossy, soulful eyes.

"Can I see you, Daddy?"

That was the breaking point. I shut the door behind me, locking the world away. I loved this- the bold, desperate side of her. I wrapped my hand around her throat, not to hurt, but to ground her, pulling her up until she was inches from my chest. Her plump lips parted,and the rush of blood to my groin was agonizing.

I slammed her against the wall. She gasped, her small hands clutching my shirt for dear life. I didn't give her a chance to speak.. I crushed my mouth against hers, kissing her with a starved aggression. She froze for a heartbeat before pulling me closer, begging for the heat.I couldn't hold back. Not anymore.

One hand clamped around her waist, dragging her into the hard line of my body, while the other moved up to fondle her breast.

She tried to keep up with the intensity of the kiss, but she was a novice playing a master's game. A soft moan escaped her as her knees buckled.

I pulled back just enough to let her breathe. She was flustered, messy, and perfect. I reached behind her, my fingers finding the clasp of her bra. With a sharp .. snap…I unburdened her.

"Fuck," I hissed.

The bra slid down her arms, hitting the floor. Her breasts were bare, her nipples peaked and dark with arousal. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but I caught her wrists, pinning them. The shyness in her eyes made me want to ruin her.

"Take me, Daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling.

My cock throbbed, a violent pulse in my pants. She was breaking every rule I’d ever lived by.

"Say it again," I growled.

"I want you t-to fuck me, Daddy."

I didn't wait. I hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the bed. I dropped her onto the mattress and hovered over her, a predator finding its prize. I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes… the reality of the situation finally crashing down through the alcohol.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I silenced her with a look."You had the chance to back out," I rasped, my voice thick with promise.

"But now, Princess... you lost it.”