All Chapters of Marked By My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Iris I spent hours staring at the blue lights strung across the ceiling, watching them glow softly in the darkness. Alice had fallen asleep almost immediately, mumbling something about how exhausting basketball training had been before drifting off. I tried to sleep too, but discomfort clung to me. When my eyes finally opened again, the room was still wrapped in darkness. My throat felt dry. Careful not to wake Alice, I slipped out of bed in the thin tank top and shorts I’d borrowed from Alice and padded quietly toward the kitchen, guided more by memory than sight. The house was vast and unfamiliar, I reached for the tap, and then I froze. Someone was humming a song. Soft. Absentminded. A male voice. I stayed perfectly still, my heart pounding as I turned slightly. I could only see his back, illuminated by the faint kitchen light. He was tall, broad shouldered, his frame filling the space effortlessly. A large tiger tattoo stretched across his back, inked wit

~Iris I woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that throbbed behind my eyes and made every sound feel like a hammer. Maybe it was the rough sex from last night. Maybe it was the fresh mark on my neck still burning under the skin. I wasn’t sure which hurt more. I reached for my phone on the nightstand. A message from an unknown number blinked at me, a view once video, three minutes long. I clicked play. It was Eunice, her head buried between another lady’s legs, tongue working relentlessly. The lady moaned loudly, back arching, hands fisting the sheets. I could feel the echo of that pleasure in my own body, even though I hated her. The caption underneath read, “It could be you I’m offering this heavenly pleasure to.” I didn’t finish the video. I swiped out, blocked the number, and added it to the growing list of her burner phones I’d already shut down. This was at least her tenth attempt. Downstairs, I heard voices. I slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound, and c

~IrisHe caressed my face with the back of his knuckles, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every curve.“You beautiful little wolf,” he murmured, voice rough with something that sounded almost like wonder.Then his mouth crashed into mine, hard, hungry, no gentleness left. His teeth caught my lower lip, biting down sharp enough to break skin. I moaned into him, the sting mixing with pleasure until blood bloomed between us, sliding with our saliva as our tongues tangled.His hand slid up my side, slipping under the thin fabric of my gown without tearing it this time. His fingers found my breast, he cupped it possessively, thumb rolling over the nipple before he pinched hard.Pleasure shot through me, sharp, but something snapped.I jerked back, breaking the kiss, and slapped him across the face. The sound cracked loud in the quiet suite.He didn’t flinch. He just touched the red mark blooming on his cheek and smiled slowly, dangerously.I yanked my gown straight, hands shaki

~IrisThe next morning hit me like a hangover I hadn’t earned from alcohol.I woke up tangled in Alice’s sheets, her arm still slung over my waist, her breath warm against my shoulder. For a second, everything felt almost normal.I slipped out of bed before she stirred, grabbed my clothes, and headed for the shower. The hot water did nothing to wash away the ache between my legs or the memory of his hand on my throat.By the time I was dressed, Alice was up, watching me with that soft, hopeful smile that twisted the knife deeper.“You were restless all night,” she said, coming up behind me at the mirror, arms sliding around my waist. “Bad dreams?”“Something like that,” I muttered, forcing a smile.She kissed the side of my neck, right over the scarf I’d wrapped tight again and I tensed so hard she felt it.“You okay?” she asked, pulling back, concern creeping into her voice.“I’m fine. Just… nervous about classes.”She let it go, but I saw the doubt flicker in her eyes.The day drag

~Duncan She scrambled off the bed, snatching her scattered clothes with shaking hands. The sheet fell away from her body as she dressed, quick, jerky movements, like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Her back was to me, skin still flushed and glistening from what we’d just done, the curve of her ass marked with faint red from my grip. I stayed seated on the edge of the bed, naked, watching her. My cock still wet from her, chest rising slow and steady while hers heaved with panic. She yanked her top over her head, then her skirt, fingers fumbling with the zipper. “I hope this will be the last time we meet, Alpha Duncan,” she said, voice bright with forced triumph as she grabbed her bag and headed for the door. She stormed out without looking back, the door clicking shut behind her like a period at the end of a sentence she thought was final. I sat there in the quiet. Then I smiled. Slow. Dark. She really thought the missing mark meant she was free. Sh