All Chapters of Obey me, Dean (Erotica ): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Wolfe’s POV: Afterglow. That was the only word for it. I slumped against Aria, my breath ragged, her name a rough whisper on my lips. The edge of the dining table bit into her hips, my heat still pulsing between us, our skin damp and clinging. Amazing. That was how she made me feel. Every. Damn. Time. One of the things I loved most about her was how alive and spontaneous she was—no hesitation, no second-guessing. And this? This proved it. Just us, raw and reckless. I pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, lingering as my heartbeat slowed. “Stay still,"I murmured, voice gravelly. “Let me clean you up." Waddling to the kitchen, I grabbed the pack of wipes, peeling one free before returning to her. She hadn’t moved, her back still turned, her breathing steady. I dragged the wipe over her skin, slow, deliberate, erasing the evidence of what we’d just done. Then I took care of myself, tossing the used wipe aside before snatching up the towel she’d dr

Author’s POV: Lancaster’s voice was raw. "Where’s Aria?" Carlos jerked his chin toward his car. "She’s in there." He strode to the passenger side and yanked the door open. Aria flinched at the sudden intrusion, her bloodshot eyes lifting to meet his. Rainwater dripped from her lashes, her chest rising in shallow, panicked breaths. "Your dad’s here," Carlos said, stepping back. "Come on out." She moved slowly, limbs trembling, her soaked sundress clinging to every curve—the swell of her hips, the tight peaks of her breasts. The cold fabric left little to the imagination. Lancaster’s jaw locked. Fury burned behind his gaze as he took in her disheveled state. *She knew what was coming.* "Get in," he bit out, wrenching open the door of his Mercedes. Aria obeyed, wincing as her drenched dress squeaked against the leather seats. She folded in on herself, shivering, while Lancaster slammed the door shut. The engine roared to life. He rolled down the wind

Lancaster’s POV: The memory of Aria and Wolfe together was seared in my mind—an unwelcome brand I couldn’t scorch away. Every time, I closed my eyes, I relived the moment at Wolfe’s house when Aria opened the door in her red sundress. It festered in me. A slow, venomous rot. I needed to drown it out. To forget. To feel something—anything—that wasn’t this clawing, gnawing resentment. I needed to clear my head—to escape the chaos,if only for a moment. And I knew just how to do it. Selene. The wife of Leon, one of my most influential investors. A man who trusted me. A man I was betraying every time I let my thoughts drift to her. I’d met Selene during a business dinner at their penthouse. She had been the picture of elegance—tall, curves that could make a saint falter, skin that glowed like she’d been dipped in gold. When she greeted me that night, it was polite, distant. Just a murmured “Pleasure to meet you" before she excused herself. I hadn’t thought much of it.

Lancaster’s POV: “Happy birthday to me.” Her voice was a satisfied murmur as she rose from her knees, tongue darting out to catch a stray drop from her lips. The cum glistened on her chest, a few errant splashes painting her skin. She bent to retrieve the tray—wineglass half-empty, bottle nearly drained—before turning away, her nude form a deliberate taunt as she swayed toward the kitchen. The sight of her was intoxicating, far more than the wine. I remained on the couch, bare in more ways than one, struggling to process what had just unfolded. My limbs felt heavy, yet my pulse thrummed like I’d sprinted here. When she returned minutes later, the white streaks still adorned her skin. She threw me a glance—sharp, fleeting —as she turned toward the stairs, her bare feet silent on the wood. A look that said *follow* or maybe *try to keep up*. Then— She paused at the staircase,her hip cocked against the banister. “I’m going to wash off,” she said, flashing a smi

FEW HOURS EARLIER.. Aria’s POV I paced my room, my fingers twisting into knots. Ivy had been in my father’s office for way too long. What could he possibly want with her? Was this about me? Would she back out now? And just then— The door creaked open. I spun around. Ivy slipped inside, her eyes darting down the hallway before she locked the door with a sharp click. I froze mid-step. "Well? What did he say?" She exhaled, running a hand through her hair. "Nothing major. Just wants me to babysit Carlos until he gets back." "Gets back?" My stomach twisted. "From where?" Ivy flopped onto my bed, arms braced behind her. "Probably from one of his concubines.. as usual." I rolled my eyes. "Typical.” Striding toward her, I planted myself in front of her. "When’s he coming back?" "No clue. He didn’t say, but it’ll be late." She rubbed her eye, smudging her eyeliner. A grin tugged at my lips. "So we’ve got, what? Four hours?" "Four. Maybe five."