All Chapters of I Let My Father's Best Friend Taste Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Harlow's POV I lay on the bed, chest heaving, mind completely empty. Kael had just been inside me. Every inch of him. And now his cum was dripping down my thigh and I could not think straight.He sat back on the mattress beside me. “Fuck.”I closed my eyes. Let the warmth spread through my body. That was it. It was done. I had lost my virginity. It had not been as painful as my friends said it would be.Then Kael tensed.“There is blood.” His voice was different. Confused. He looked down at himself, then at me. “Were you a virgin?”I pulled the blanket over my naked body and shimmied off the bed. My legs shook. I turned away from him so he could not see my face.“Harlow.” His hand closed around my wrist. “You cannot just walk away from me.”“Watch me.”I yanked my arm free and scrambled for my clothes. Underwear. Bra. Skirt. Shirt. I pulled everything on so fast I almost tripped over my own feet.“Stop being a brat for once.” He was behind me now, voice low and dangerous. “This is se

Harlow's POV I woke up alone.The spot beside me on the bed was cold. No dent in the pillow. No lingering warmth. Kael had left sometime in the night, and I did not even remember him going.My throat was sore. My wrists ached where the rope had bitten into my skin. Between my legs, there was a dull throb that reminded me of everything. The club. His cock. The phone call.Dad had no idea.I sat up slowly and pressed my hand to my chest. The collar was not there. Of course it was not. He had not given me one. He said I had to earn it.But last night, when he held me, when he called me enough, I had believed him.Sunlight streamed through my thin curtains. Somewhere in the apartment, Sage was making coffee. I could smell it. I pulled on a hoodie and sweatpants, then padded out of the bedroom.Sage stood at the counter, two mugs in her hands. She looked at me with raised eyebrows.“You look like hell.”“Thanks.”“Kael Hawthorne?” She handed me a mug. “My boyfriend’s brother? The one who

Harlow's POV The car arrived at exactly seven thirty. Black. Tinted windows. A driver in a suit who did not speak to me. He just opened the door and waited.I climbed inside and pressed my back against the leather seat. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Kael had sent me a dress earlier. Red. Short. With a note that said, Wear this and nothing else.I wore it. No bra. No underwear. The fabric whispered against my bare skin every time the car turned a corner.By the time we pulled up to Ember, I was already wet.The driver opened my door. I stepped out into the cool night air and walked toward the black glass doors. The bouncer nodded at me. Let me through without a word.Inside, the club hummed with bodies and music. I did not look at anyone. I kept my eyes straight ahead and walked to the staircase that led to the private rooms.Room four. The same room as before.The door was open.Kael stood inside, his back to me. He wore black pants and a white button down wi

Harlow's POV The Grindstone was busy for a Tuesday afternoon. I squeezed into the corner booth beside Sage and dropped my head onto the table.“That bad?” Iris asked.“Worse.”Soleil pushed a cup of hot chocolate toward me. “Drink.”I sat up and wrapped my hands around the warm mug. The chocolate was sweet and thick. It helped a little.“You spent the night at his place,” Sage said. It was not a question.“Yes.”“And?”I told them everything. The saddle. The ropes. The way he made me come until I forgot my own name. The breakfast he cooked. The full time submissive clause.By the time I finished, Sage was pale. Iris was fanning herself with a napkin. Soleil just looked thoughtful.“He wants you to move in with him,” Sage said slowly.“Yes.”“And you said okay?”“I said I would think about it.”Sage grabbed my arm. “Harlow, that is insane. You barely know him.”“I have known him for years. He comes to every family dinner. Every holiday party.”“You know his public face. Not who he rea

Harlow's POV I should have known better than to go to his office hours alone.Professor Drake sat behind his desk, glasses perched on his nose, pretending to read a paper. His office smelled like old coffee and cheap cologne. The walls were covered in degrees and certificates that meant nothing to me now."You wanted to see me," I said, standing in the doorway.He looked up. His eyes traveled down my body and back up. "Close the door, Harlow."I did not move."Close the door."I stepped inside and let it click shut behind me. But I did not sit. I stood near the door, my hand on the knob, ready to run."You failed the exam," he said."I know.""Do you know why?""Because I am stupid."He smiled. It made my skin crawl. "No, that is not why."I frowned. "Then why?"He leaned back in his chair. "I have been teaching for three years. In that time, I have learned to spot potential. Students who are going places. Students who have connections.""I do not have connections.""You are Julian V