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left me feeling sick to my stomach, and I pressed my lips together to keep the bile from rising too high into my throat. “I don’t have a father,” I murmured, looking away from him. “Yes, you did,” he said, dipping his head lower to capture my eyes. “He was a border warrior. He died keeping the pack’s young alive when the western rogues cut through in winter. He never settled; he wrote of no child, but he wrote of a girl with eyes like night when it’s about to snow and a mouth that told the truth to men who weren’t ready for it. Sera.”

Chapter Four The rhythm of the affair had become the only reliable constant in the house, and every departure of my mother’s car from the driveway sent the same immediate current through my body. I tracked her shifts with the same quiet precision Daniel did, and the moment the engine faded, the waiting began. Sometimes he found me within minutes. Sometimes the delay stretched until the need had grown so sharp that I paced the hallway outside the guest room with my pulse already heavy between my legs. Either way, the lock turning behind us sealed the rest of the world out and left only the heat of his skin and the heavy stretch of him filling me until there was nothing else.

He bites his lip hard. "Oh, Daddy," Sean groans loudly. "That feels so huge." "You are so tight," Sawyer says. His teeth click together because it feels too good. "You are the softest man in Blackthorn City." Sawyer pushes his heavy hips in more and more. He watches Sean's big, handsome face react to the size. He slides all the way inside until their big bellies touch hard. Sean feels so warm and safe. Sawyer knows right now that he can never look at another man again. This hidden mafia heir belongs to him forever.

"Because of his family, Emily. He has a daughter. She means the absolute world to him, and she means a lot to me, too. I just... I desperately hope his daughter accepts me when she finds out. If she hates me, it would completely break my heart." Emily let out a soft scoff, waving her hand dismissively. "Any daughter would be incredibly lucky to have you in her life, Flora. Seriously. You are the most kind, loyal, and supportive person I know. If she can't see that, she’s an idiot." She gave my hand another reassuring squeeze before releasing it, leaning back against the cushions with a thoughtful smirk. "Who knows? Maybe this is the year of romance for this house. If you're moving on and fin

One Lilliana gladly accepted, eagerly wrapping her arms around her friend and began to cry. "Why is he like this??" She asked no one in particular as Tessa silently patted her back in a comforting manner. " ...I love him and he's just..” she cut her sentence short and closed her eyes, unable to say the words. "Your father's playboy best friend" Tessa said, completing it for her instead. The words holding no difference to the words of rejection ...I don't love you. Lilliana slowly nodded her head, choking on her sobs as more tears streamed down her face wetting her friend's shoulder. Why couldn't Damon be just a partner in her father's business?? Maybe then being with him wouldn't be so hard.

I managed to choke out, gripping my napkin under the table as Charles drove his fingers deeper. ‎"Well, since no one asked," Christie chimed in with a grin, "I had an amazing weekend with my boyfriend's family. But more importantly, Maya... did you ever text back that guy from your study group? Jayce?" ‎ My dad looked up, his interest instantly piqued. "Jayce? Who's Jayce? When do I get to meet your boyfriend, Maya?" ‎ My hand trembled. The pancake on my fork slipped, dropping onto my lap and staining my dress with honey. Under the table, Charles's fingers instantly froze—then dug hard into my wet pussy. My heart hammered against my ribs.

But my pussy was already aching, soaked from days of this unbearable tension, and when he wrapped one huge, calloused hand around his fat, veiny cock and gave it a slow stroke, I broke. My legs moved, and I stepped under the spray with him. ********* My name is Hailey, and I've been fucked up over my Uncle Brandon since I was old enough to understand what wet dreams felt like. He's not really my uncle... at least not by blood, thank God for that small mercy. But he's been Dad's ride or die best friend since middle school, my godfather, the man who showed up with roaring Harley engines and leather jackets that smelled like freedom and sin.

Professor Voss lay on my other side, gently stroking my hair and tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “You handled both of us very well tonight,” Professor Voss murmured, his voice low. Damien’s grip tightened. “She’s ours. No one else gets to touch her like this. Understand, Ava?” “Yes, Sirs,” I whispered, still catching my breath. My body ached in the most delicious way, marked by both men. “I belong to both of you.” Lying between their powerful bodies, filled with their cum and wrapped in their warmth, I felt the dangerous pull of deep emotional attachment growing stronger. The rivalry between Damien and Professor Voss only made everything more intense, more addictive, and far more dangerous

I replied, and then placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She was still beaming with excitement, but I knew it was time to excuse her so she could attend to her friend, Andrew and Laura. Andrew greeted me lovely, but I just wasn’t open to him. And it was because of Laura. I can’t even imagine my daughter being the one trying to get her best friend in with a man. Can’t blame her though? There’s no way she could have imagined her dad being attracted to her best friend. I went back to work, but about twenty minutes later, I got bored and decided to enjoy fresh air.

"You two know each other?" I fumble for words. "He's Emily's dad. My best friend's father. Just... family friend. That's all." The lie tastes sour on my tongue. Ethan gives a small nod, his eyes moving between us like he's piecing something together. "Right. Emily's dad." Damien gives him a thin smile, "Leah's known me a long time.”