جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

Hailey’s POV He stood up, his hand going to his belt, a dark, hungry look finally breaking through his mask. Christian didn't say a word. He just reached for his belt and unbuckled it with a sharp click. He pulled his zipper down, and his cock sprang free, thick and pulsing in the light of the exam room. It looked even bigger than I remembered from the kitchen. "Get off the table, Hailey," he commanded. "Get on your knees." I didn't hesitate. I slid off the crinkling paper, my legs still shaking from the orgasm he had just given me with his fingers. I sank to the floor, my knees hitting the cold tiles. He stepped closer until his hardness was right in front of my face. "You wanted this so bad," he whispered, his hand tangling in my hair. "Now show me how much you missed your Daddy." I wrapped my hands around him, feeling the heat of his skin. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He was so large I had to stretch, my jaw aching almost instantly. I began to suck him

The morning light hit the house, but my blood was already running hot. I had a plan. Forty-eight hours. That was all the time I had to turn Marcus from my father’s best friend into my own secret. I picked out a dress that was practically a dare. It was a short, flare-style dress made of thin, white fabric. The best part? It had a long, silver zipper running from the nape of my neck all the way down to the small of my back. I didn't bother with panties. I heard the heavy, rhythmic clank of weights coming from the home gym. My father was out, so the house was ours. I took a deep breath, checked my reflection one last time, and walked in. Marcus was there, drenched in sweat. He was wearing grey shorts and nothing else. His muscles were bunched and tight, shifting under his skin as he gripped a heavy dumbbell. He looked like a statue come to life. I walked right up to him. I stopped just inches away. "Marcus?" I whispered. He dropped the weight and looked down at me. I saw it—

Marcus marched me toward the bed. He tossed me onto the sheets. I landed in a sprawl, the soft fabric cool against my back, but I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me. He didn’t bother with finesse. He unzipped his pants and shoved them down, his erection springing free, pulsing like a loaded weapon. He didn’t wait for me to get ready. He didn’t tease. He grabbed my knees, hauled them toward my shoulders, and slammed into me in one singular, agonizingly perfect thrust. "Ahhh!" I screamed, my head snapping back against the pillow. The air left my lungs in a rush. He was so big—so much wider and harder than anything I’d ever felt—that I felt like I was being split open. "You asked for this, pumpkin," he growled, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "You asked for everything." He began to hammer into me. He moved like he was trying to reclaim every second he’d spent pretending not to want me. Every thrust was deep, hitting the exact spot that made my vision stro

“Daddy.” The word sent chills down my spine. Forbidden, king of chills. Snap out of it, Chloe. This is your boyfriend's father. With that, I gathered momentum, turned, attempting to pull away from this trap. But that was the worst mistake. Because now, having turned, I could see. See the way his chest… how hard… the muscles. Bare. Aching to be touched. “You like it?” Robert’s voice threw me out of my forbidden imaginations. My face flushed red. I didn't know I was looking. "Mr. Miller, I... I shouldn't be here," I whispered, my voice thin and trembling. "This is wrong. Alex is right upstairs." He didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned closer, the shadow of his massive frame swallowing me whole. His hands stayed locked on the counter, caging me. "Is it wrong, Chloe?" he rumbled, his voice deep, sending wrong signals to my head. "Because you don’t look like you want to leave. You look like you’ve been waiting for this since the moment you saw me." "No. I... I can't. I would n

The morning light made everything feel like an interrogation for treason. I was still on my knees on the cold kitchen tile, my breath hitching in my throat as Robert loomed over me. He held the black lace up, dangling it like air. My heart was a frantic bird against my ribs. "Inhale," he commanded, his voice low, as he pressed the lace against my parted lips. The scent of my own arousal, mixed with his expensive cologne, filled my nose. It made my head swim. "Do you smell it, Chloe? That’s the smell of what you’re capable of when you think no one is watching." I tried to pull back, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he didn't move. He held my chin firmly, his thumb dragging against my lower lip. Slowly. "Everyone is heading to the lake," he said, his eyes scanning my face with a terrifying, calm intensity. "The boats are ready. Alex and my wife will be out there, waiting." He punctuated the words. "I'm going," he whispered. “And… if you want these back," he said, tucking