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Chapter Five

Maisie

What in the world am I doing?

I had asked myself this question multiple times in the last few hours, but I kept pushing it back each time. That bulge was impossible to ignore, straining against his pants, daring me to look even closer. I could tell he was hard. And I wanted nothing more than to see that gorgeous, thick cock I’d admired last night.

No, Maisie. You shouldn’t be doing this, Maisie. You shouldn’t think about your father-in-law, Maisie. You shouldn’t want your future husband’s father to take you in impossible, explicit positions like this. But why the hell not?

If Finn could cheat on me with a woman old enough to be his mother, then I might as well cheat—with his father. And the bonus? He was insanely gorgeous, had the thickest cock I’d ever seen, and his head game? Absolute top-notch. God, my pussy still tingled from the way he’d pleasured me last night.

Then there was the way he looked at me, like he was going to devour me right there. I didn’t know anything about this man; I had never seen him before. But he looked at me as though he knew everything about me, like a secret admirer who had finally found a way to reveal his intentions. He gazed at me like I was his favorite meal—and I wanted to be. I wanted to be Finn’s father’s favorite meal.

I came here to break off whatever was left of the game Finn was playing, to show him I was better than whoever he was screwing, and to let him know I wouldn’t die without him, even though I had spent years thinking just a moment away from him would send me to the afterlife. I was going to end this shitty relationship once and for all.

But then, I found a better way. I found a way to make him pay for everything he did to me—for the trust he broke, for keeping me by his side like a loyal dog while he fucked around with every bitch. I needed to show him I wasn’t limited to him. And hell, I was going to start with his father.

Oh, Finn will pay. He will pay so much, he won’t have anything left to pay for what he did to me. He thinks he can toy with my feelings? Play silly games with my love and sincerity and then get away scot-free? Hell no!

I, Maisie Moretti, daughter of Holden and Isla Moretti, will make Finn pay for what he did to me. I’ll make him crawl back to me for help. I’ll make him beg me to stay when I’m done with him.

The most important part of it all? The good sex. Sweet Jesus, I was about to make up for two years of being sexually starved in the best way possible.

“Mai…” His voice broke, low and raw, and the sound sent my innermost parts coiling in anticipation. His fingers trailed invisible circles over my nipples, my heart thudding against my chest.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

His eyelids fluttered erratically, like a candle struggling against the wind, as my hand slipped into his pants, finding his cock, which he struggled to keep within the confines of the fabric.

It felt just the way I imagined it would—no, even better. Hell, he was thick, huge, and my hand could barely wrap around him. The feel of him sent my pussy flooding with wetness, my legs shaking with need.

His hands braced the wall beside me, his hot breath fanning my face. “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you?”

My heart skipped. He had done that before? How long had this man known me? I hadn’t even met him until now. Did he know me before? And did he know it was me last night, yet still do what he did? Screw it! We were already past overthinking this. I had my plans, my reasons for doing this with him, and I couldn’t care less what he wanted from this too.

“Do you?” His voice boomed through the room again.

I shook my head gently. “No. How many times?”

“One hundred and twenty thousand and nine,” he replied, his lips curling into a smile that only made my body ache more. “Plus last night.”

“Last night?” I raised a brow.

“Yes, last night. I’m sorry, but you passed out after putting me on the edge, and I had to do it…” He leaned closer, his voice lower. “While watching you on the bed—naked, turning over without a care.”

Heck. That should sound disgusting to me, but it didn’t. It sounded thrilling, exciting, and the thought of pleasuring myself while watching him naked flashed through my mind instantly. Oh, heavens, I was a mess—a total mess—a different person from who I was this time yesterday. And bloody hell, it felt so right.

“And do you know how many times I’ve imagined having my cock between those plump lips of yours?”

My nipples hardened at the movement of his lips. “How…” My voice broke, and I took a deep breath to steady myself. “How many times?”

“The same number,” he smirked. “That means I think about having your tongue wrapped around me over fifty times a day. It didn’t seem possible at first—until I counted. Mai, I think about this when I’m eating, in meetings, sleeping—every damn day,” he growled.

I stared at him, unsure whether to believe him, but I couldn’t see a reason not to. He had been thinking about me this way for years, and I didn’t know. I hadn’t even met him. While he thought of me, I had remained starved, lurking around Finn like a dog on a leash, miserably waiting for the day he’d see me. But no more. His father had seen me—even before I met him. What more did I need?

“You’ve messed with my head so damn much,” he rasped, pressing a tender kiss on my neck, his warm lips firm against my skin.

I shuddered. “I… I did?”

“Yes, Mai. And now, that number has gone up. Plus one.”

“Plus one?” My voice was barely audible.

“Yes.” He whispered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, sending tingling sensations through my body. “Right now, I want to have my cock in your mouth and do everything I’ve imagined, Bambina.”

“Bambina? What does that mean?” I asked.

“Little girl. It means ‘little girl,’ because I want to make you mine. I want to put you on your knees in front of me and fuck your mouth so hard.”

I was tired of resisting. I sank to my knees in front of him, my hands gripping his hips for support. I looked up at him, his eyes filled with admiration and desire. “Like this?”

He nodded, his hand slipping into my hair, wrapping it around his fist. “Just like that,” he breathed. “Now, be a good little girl and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. Will you do that for me, Bambina?”

Hell, yes.

“Yes,” I murmured.

In one swift motion, he dropped his pants and shorts, and I was face to face with the part of him that defined him. His thick, veiny cock called to me, the pink tip glistening with precum—an invitation I couldn’t ignore.

My hand gripped him with a force that made him jerk. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, followed by a low, whispered “Yes” that made my nipples harden even more.

For the first time in two years, I took a cock into my mouth. My future father-in-law’s cock. And he felt so good in my mouth, filling me completely

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