LOGIN“Fuck—say my name when I’m inside you,” Drake’s voice was a dark growl against my ear, his hand pinning mine above the headboard. “Drake… oh God, harder—” I cried, my body arching into his relentless thrusts. “Not just Drake. Say what I am to you.” “My ex’s father,” I gasped, shame and desire tangling on my tongue. “That’s right, sweetheart. And now you’re mine.” It was supposed to be a reckless mistake. A reckless sex with a stranger after catching my boyfriend screwing my best friend. But the stranger wasn’t a stranger at all. He was Drake Humphrey. My ex-boyfriend’s father. Older. Filthy rich. Ruthlessly dominant. The man I should have run from. Instead, I let him own me. In his penthouse, on his desk, in his car. I let him ruin me with every touch. But what started as lust has become obsession. Drake doesn’t just want my body. He wants my heart. He wants me under his name, his control, his power. And when our secret erupts, the world around us catches fire. My ex wants revenge. His mother wants blood. His father wants me. And I can’t decide if I’ve been destroyed… or if I’ve finally come alive.
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I swiped the key card to unlock the door to his room, opening the door, I saw my best friend Sylvia, strandling my boyfriend, moaning out loud as he rammed into her from under. I couldn’t get myself, all I could do was to stare at them. I dropped on the floor with a soft thud. My chest became heavy, blood coming out from my finger because I was biting my nail. Tears had long blurred my vision. Funny enough? I wasn’t even noticed. This is the man I have loved with all of me. Here he is, pounding my best friend like his life depended on it. “Shit! That’s it baby,” Sylvia moaned. “Uuhh yea, isshhh, fuck me harder baby.” I couldn’t just stand and watch my boyfriend and my best friend having a good time without doing anything. “Sylvia….?” My voice cracked. “Jack?” They both turned to look at me at the same time. Something else flared in Jack's expression. Surprised? I can’t fathom, but it was gone within a twinkle of an eye. “Gosh! Chloe,” Jack pushed Sylvia off him, tried grabbing my arm. I pulled backward. “Y….what did I just see? No! This is a dream I guess.” I slapped myself real hard to see if I could wake up , maybe I was truly dreaming, but it’s reality. “Seriously, Jack, I thought you said you had broken up with her? What the heck is she doing here? I was about reaching the climax, fuck!” Sylvia smug while arranging her disheveled hair. “Hahahahahaha, well, it's time to let the cat out of the bag. Look Chloe, I never loved you. I started dating you for easy access to Sylvia. She has been the one I have my eyes on and loved, not you” “Am sorry you got to find out this way, I never meant to….” “Shut up you scum bag!” I yelled at him, stood up from the floor and my hand landed real hard on his face. It then occurred to me why Sylvia never wanted to introduce her boyfriend to me. Whenever I am with her and a certain call comes in, she excuses herself to answer the call. The gifts she sings to me that her boyfriend gets for her all the time, the travels, always traveling with the so-called boyfriend, the dinner dates, it’s been Jack all these while. Am just a fool for not finding out on time. “How…. Sylvia….” I was speechless. Stunned. “Oh please save me that stress” “Was I the one that asked you to be blind? Was I the one that told you not to read the handwriting which had been written on the wall? You chose to be daft, how is that my fault? You were foolishly in love without seeing or noticing all these while” “Am more pained that I had to be sharing you with Jack, but it’s over now” “Look here, she is going into shock baby” Sylvia smiled as she stood up, didn’t even bother covering her naked body. They were both stark naked in front of me. She walked towards Jack, pulled him over and started kissing him just right in front of me. The nerves. “I….I….” I wanted to run away but my feet wouldn’t move. The next minute, they were on the bed again fucking each other. Sylvia let out a soft moan and a giggle. She grabbed Jack’s hard dick in her hand and put it inside her mouth while carelessing his balls. Jack let out a loud moan. The fuck was I still watching them. Like….. “Y…. You” I struggled to form words. I couldn’t even recognize my own voice. “You promised never to be apart from me.” I said shakily. Jack laughed and groaned softly due to the pleasure he was receiving. My legs were shaking, I lost my stand and collapsed on the floor. “Hold on, just hold on. Who do you think in his rightful senses will date you, Chloe? Who the fuck can stoop so low to you? You better wake up from that slumber of yours!” “What have I ever done to you to deserve this from you? I have always loved you, I have always cared for you with all of me Jack. And what do I get in return? Betrayal!” I said, feeling the tears begin to run down my face. “Tsh…. What have you done to me you ask? Well, you don’t give it to me the way Sylvia always did” Jack chuckled.Chloe’s POV "Fuck...your mouth feels so good over my pussy." Yes, yes. My pussy gaped so hard for a release and I couldn't get enough. Enough of his tongue working so hard on it. My toes curled and almost drove me insane and I felt the cramp at the deepest part of my stomach. I just want to come. I just want to find this release. I tried so hard to push his head away because the pleasure was too much to bear. Pulling my lower lip in between my teeth, I cursed under my breath. "I love you...yes....oh fuck! Your tongue feels so good... I am coming!" I moaned out so loud that I kept seeing different starts. When I was about to come, I sprang out of my deep slumber. My chest heaving so bad. I stretched over the nightstand and switched on the lamp. Everywhere became so bright, and when I was about to stand on my feet, I noticed that it felt like I was glued. I felt that strong, weird movement on my pussy again. It felt like I was still in the wet dream. It got intense, and I shifted
Chloe’s POV I was supposed to figure all this shit on my own, but what Marcus said before he left made me lose the little, tiny grip of hope that I could get my own love life without anything interfering. After what his stupid son did to me. He cheated on me with the person I trust the most. I lost everything. My best friend, my love life, and trust. The only thing I didn't lose was my sister. What if his wife knew I was fucking her husband? What if Jack knew that I was his father's little fling? What if Sylvia knew I was screwing her boyfriend's father? What if the public knew that I was shagging the most powerful man in the country? The country's pride? I ran my fingers through my hair. I didn’t do anything wrong. We only met that night. If I explained to the public, and they would all be like, "And then what happened? You started seeing him and throwing yourself at him the more?"Tears rolled out of my eyes. I was in trouble. I know. I know that. I was aware of whatever trouble
Chloe’s POV I bought the mug of coffee to my lips and sipped, and it degree of hotness almost burned my whole mouth cavity. The little that managed to get through to my oesophagus made me groan in discomfort."Fuck!" I seethed as I set the unfortunate mug on the table. I sprung to my feet and rushed over to the long, living room mirror to check if I got scalded. Oh, my poor mouth. Shit! I needed this mouth for a lot of things such as sucking off Drake’s cock tonight. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth, regretting it while I prepared the coffee in the first place. I paced around the room, trying to cool off my tongue. No one was around to help me. My sister, Hilda, went out with her friend, Maureen, to help her choose a gown at the mall for her blind date with this European man. I had to run to the bathroom to faucet to cool off my tongue. It worked as it should. I ended up showering for the night. As I set my feet into my room, a tall, dark-haired man in a full suit standing w
Drake Humphrey’s POVThe penthouse apartment was a mausoleum of impeccable taste. Every object—from the abstract art on the walls to the seamless expanse of marble flooring. It was expensive, cold, and utterly silent. It was a space designed for two people who shared a bank account but not a life.I walked into the living room just before midnight, the quiet hum of the climate control the only sound. I felt exhausted, not from the day’s corporate battles, but from the brutal emotional whiplash of the last hour: the defiant hunger on the cold stone floor, the devastating confession of my need, and the immediate, frantic necessity of turning Chloe into a hidden asset.Margaret was waiting.She wasn't on the couch or reading. She was standing by the window, a glass of clear liquor in her hand, dressed in a silk smoking jacket that was elegant, severe, and somehow threatening. Her posture was ramrod straight, her pale blonde hair pulled back in a knot tight enough to crack marble. She did






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