Tempting My Best Friend's Father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

~DAMIEN~I release Holly's legs after a moment before I once again spread her thighs and lower my face to her pussy.She tense in anticipation.“Did I tell you to remove your hands from behind your head?”“No,” she whispers, her gaze glued to my face.I raise my eyebrows in a wry expression as she slowly replaces her hands, looking doubtful.“Why do you want my hands behind my head? I want to touch you, Damien. I want to feel your body,” she says.“No, little one. I want to be in control. Your hands on me makes me crazy,” I murmur.“Oh.”“Do you want to come now, little one?? I ask seductively.She nods rapidly, eyes speaking volumes to me.I secure her hips with his hands.“Hold still now. Don't fight.” I instruct her.She nods once again. Her eyes widens as I part her labia.I stare at her exposed pink, glistening flower. I slid my tongue between the lips, stroking her clit with a stiffened tongue while she watches.When she begins to shudder and cry out in

~HOLLY~I am amazed at the werewolf story Damien just told me about. We are still naked and before I can stop myself, my eyes begin to roam all over his body.Damien glances up and catches me staring. I don't know exactly what I see on his face, but his body goes entirely still. His features are rigid.“You're beautiful,” I murmur.He opens his mouth as if to speak, but then he just shakes his head and wink at me.I continue gaping at him. His dick still looks full and formidable.I long to taste him, to touch him, but before I can even say what I want, Damien is suddenly pulling me down to the floor and pushing his dick inside of me.Everything happened so fast it surprised me.It's as if he read my mind and knew what I wanted.Do Werewolves read minds?? Damien didn't talk about that.“You're beautiful, Holly,” he says huskily.My mouth falls open at the impact of feeling him inside me again for the second time today, combined with his gruffly uttered and dam

~HOLLY~I wake up slowly, the kind of slow that means my body remembers everything before my mind does.Warmth. Scent. The ghost of Damien’s arms around me.Then reality creeps in.My side of the bed is empty because I slept in my room and not in Damien's room, even though I was expecting that he would come into my room later to explain things to me or give me an answer.I stare at the ceiling, blinking, letting last night replay whether I want it to or not. The question I asked. The silence that followed. The way he walked away like the answers were too heavy to carry.My chest tightens. My heart is sore, but it's stitched with stubborn pride.Fine.If he wants distance, I’ll give him distance so wide he won’t know what hit him.I throw off the cover, roll out of bed, shower longer than necessary, letting the hot water beat against my back like it can rinse away disappointment. By the time I’m dressed, my face is calm, my spine is straight, and my deci

~DAMIEN~The drive starts in silence.Not the calm kind, but the heavy, choking kind that presses against your chest and makes every breath feel like punishment.The engine hums beneath us, tyres cutting through the snow-covered road, but all I hear is Gabriel’s voice in my head. Over and over again.She’s shifting.She’s bleeding.I think she’s on the brink.My hands tighten around the steering wheel until my knuckles ache. I welcome the pain. It keeps me grounded. Keeps me from losing my mind completely.We drive past Holly's spoiled car on the road, but she says nothing.Normal Holly would have said something about her car, but she didn't.Instead, she sits beside me, quiet. Too quiet.I don’t look at her.If I do, something inside me might crack, and I don’t have time for that. Cracks turn into breaks, and I cannot afford to break right now.Ella needs me whole.Alive.Present.I keep my eyes fixed on the road, jaw clenched so tight it aches, hands locked

~HOLLY~For a few seconds after the car disappears, I just stand there.The snow is falling lightly. Quiet. Almost gentle.It doesn’t match the violence inside my chest.The red tail lights vanish at the end of the street, and with them, something inside me goes too. Something fragile. Something foolish.Something that I believed.I don’t realise I’m shaking until the cold bites through my coat. Or maybe I was already shaking before the cold. Maybe it started the moment he said it.I don’t want my children to see you with me.The words replay in my head, over and over, each time sounding worse than before.Not I need to protect them.Not this isn’t the right time.Not even please understand.Just that.Like I’m something shameful. Something to hide. Something dirty.My throat tightens painfully.I bend slowly to pick up my bag, but my fingers feel numb. It slips from my hand and lands back in the snow.I stare at it and think about everything that happened.F