LOGINWilliam's POV The kiss ignited like gasoline on an open flame, and every ounce of restraint I’d clung to for months went up in roaring, uncontrollable fire.One second I was gripping the edge of the couch like a lifeline, jaw locked against the tidal wave of lust crashing through me. The next, Kate’s soft “Please” shattered what was left of my sanity. My hand moved of its own accord, sliding to the nape of her neck, fingers threading into her silky hair as I yanked her forward. Our mouths collided—hard, desperate, starving. The moment her lips parted under mine, I was lost.God, she tasted sweet and warm, with the faintest hint of mint and something purely feminine that drove me insane. My tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her in deep, filthy strokes that made her moan softly against me. That little sound vibrated straight to my cock, which was already painfully hard, straining against my jeans like it had a mind of its own. I pulled her closer, half-dragging her onto my lap until
Kate's POV My heart hammered against my ribs as Mr. William’s voice trailed off, the story of that fiery car wreck still hanging heavy in the air between us. The living room felt smaller, warmer, the soft glow of the lamp casting long shadows that danced across his strong jaw and the faint lines around his eyes. I sat there on the edge of the couch, knees pressed together, trying to look like the sweet, grateful daughter he expected—eyes wide, lips slightly parted in awe. But inside, my mind was a whirlwind of filthy, aching need.God forgive me. The story was beautiful, raw, and touching—my father risking everything to pull a stranger from twisted metal and roaring flames. Yet all I could focus on was the man telling it: the way his broad shoulders filled out his shirt, the deep rumble of his voice, the subtle flex of muscle in his forearm as he gripped that whiskey glass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. I wanted him. Badly. I wanted those large hands on my skin, wan
William's POV The memory hit me like a punch to the gut as I sat across from Kate in the dimly lit living room, the weight of the past pressing down on my chest. Flames flickered in my mind—real ones, from that twisted night years ago—not the heroic version I’d just spun for her. I leaned back against the leather couch, my fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey I’d been nursing, the amber liquid catching the low light like liquid fire. The air between us felt thick, charged with something I couldn’t name, or maybe didn’t want to.“I never knew,” Kate said softly, her voice pulling me back. Her eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, searched mine under the soft glow of the lamp. She tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear, the simple gesture making her look so vulnerable it twisted something deep inside me. “He never told me that.”I forced a smile, but it felt brittle, like it might crack under the guilt clawing at my ribs. Dawson—slender as a reed back in those col
Kate's POV I didn’t know Mr. William was in the car when Jeremy drove me home, so when he came out of his car right as Jeremy was kissing me, I was left both startled and embarrassed in the worst way. I mean, this wouldn’t be the first time Mr. William had seen me kissing Jeremy, but today felt different. Those other times I had been kissing Jeremy to either make him jealous or to spite him because I was jealous he was with another woman. Today I had no idea he was watching, so when he stepped out, I felt caught. I actually felt like I was cheating on him.Imagine feeling like you are cheating on a man I have no relationship with, with my own boyfriend?Isn’t that crazy?!“Mr. William, you are here,” I didn’t know when the words came out of my mouth as I moved away from Jeremy, my cheeks burning hot.“Yeah. I came back not too long ago. Was just sorting a few things inside the car,” he said, and I couldn’t tell what was going on in his mind as he approached us. His eyes were dark, in
William's POV Leaving the bar, I was having two thoughts. Should I go back inside and meet that lady that offered herself to me? I mean, it’s been long I fucked. Lately I have just been masturbating pervertedly, thinking about fucking Kate.Although I don’t feel drawn to the lady, although masturbating, thinking about Kate surprisingly still felt good — even more than having sex — I can’t keep wanking off forever, and I know I can’t have Kate either. She is not mine to have.Maybe I should remind myself just how good a woman’s body feels. Maybe if I fuck this lady I will remember just what I have been missing all these days — the tight, wet heat of a pussy clenching around my cock, the soft moans, the way a woman’s body trembles when you hit that perfect spot deep inside her.As I was considering this, I reduced my walking speed, and by my side eyes I could spot the lady. She had gone back to sit with her friends and they were discussing, probably about me. She didn’t look too please
Kate's POV “Babe… Kate… I am sorry, please talk to me…” Jeremy was calling out to me as I walked away, his voice cracking with desperation as he followed close behind.After I had proven to a reasonable degree that Sarah was lying about the things she said happened between me and Mr. William in his car, I pretended to be angry that Jeremy would actually believe that in the first place — that I would ever cheat on him or that something was happening between Mr. William and me. So I stormed out of the lecture hall, shoulders stiff, chin high, acting every bit the wronged girlfriend.However, in my mind, I knew I had already been cheating on him with Mr. William in the most vivid, filthy ways possible. I had imagined him fucking me in every corner of that mansion — bent over his kitchen counter with my gown shoved up around my waist, his thick cock slamming into me from behind while I moaned “Daddy, harder.” In his pleasure room, tied to that bench with my legs spread wide, his mouth de
Kate’s POVSleep refused to come...I lay there in the dark, tangled in my sheets, burning with images I couldn’t erase. Images of him—Mr. William. Of his skin glistening, water sliding over firm muscles carved like sin itself. The way his chest rose and fell. The way he looked at me when he steppe
William’s POVSteam curled around me like a veil as I stepped out of the shower, towel forgotten somewhere behind me. I ran a hand through my damp hair, still half-lost in my thoughts—until I saw her.Kate..Standing in my room like a deer caught in headlights… except her eyes weren’t filled with f
Kate's POV The concert was everything it was supposed to be—loud, pulsing with energy, neon lights flickering like electric fireflies, bodies packed close, and the bass so deep it seemed to shake the floor and her bones with it. But I wasn’t feeling it.Everyone around me was dancing, laughing, gr
Kate's POVMr. William had been back for over five days now… and not once had he really looked at me.Oh, he saw me—passed by me in the hall, brushed past me in the kitchen, even nodded politely when our paths crossed—but that was it. No lingering glances. No tension in the air. Just cold civility.







