My body trembling as he moved inside me with relentless force. His thrusts were deep and punishing, each one sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through my core. My nails dug into his broad shoulders, I wanted to scream, to beg him to stop, His name hovered on my lips, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Not now,When my phone buzzed insistently on the side table.
Panting, I reached for it. "Dad," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of Ved's labored breathing. Ved, still buried inside me, his lips latched on my bud,one hand squeezing it, looked up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. But here,A slow, dangerous smile tugged at the corners of Ved's lips. "Talk to him, While I fuck you, princess. Don't let Daddy know I'm inside you." he murmured in my ears.
How could I tell my Dad,here I was, lying beneath the man he'd entrusted me to, the man he'd called my gaurdian,my protector,my brother like figure. When My buds were literally caught between his fingers. I talked to Dad but My voice cracking as Ved's hand slid between us, his fingers brushing against my throbbing clit. I ended the call soon, the phone slipping from my grasp as Ved's mouth descended on mine, his kiss hungry and demanding.
"Good girl," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now scream for me, Mahi. Let me hear you. You belong to me," he said, his voice absolute.
I closed my eyes, my body trembling as he moved inside me, I was his, at least for now. But as his name hovered on my lips, I couldn't shake the image of Dad's face, his kind eyes filled with trust. Trust I'd betrayed.Trust we together betrayed.
"Fuck Mahi!!" Ved groaned, his lips sucking dry liquid from my bud,but his words sent vibration throughout my body.
He isn't My guardian now,he isn't My protector, not even My Professor..
He is just my destroyer,I chose myself..
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"Kyle, this is... wrong," I breathe, my voice sharp but trembling. My pulse hammers as his hand slides boldly over me, fingers pressing against the heat growing between my legs.
The contact sends a rush of blood straight to my dick, dizzying me, betraying me. I should shove him away, but instead my grip on his wrist falters, the fight in me thinning into a desperate pull for control I don't really want.
"I'm going to spoil you, Asher," he murmurs, his gaze locked on mine, the intensity in his eyes sparking something dangerous inside me. His hand slips beneath my waistband, wrapping around me, stroking until my breath hitches.
A groan escapes me, low and humiliating, twisting with pleasure I don't want to feel. I should stop this. I want to stop this. And yet-I crave the next touch more than my own dignity.
My hips jerk forward, greedy, desperate, even as shame burns through me. Every slow pull of his hand blurs my thoughts, grinding down the last of my resistance until I can't tell the difference between anger and need.
"P-please..." The word tumbles from me, fragile and broken, caught between begging him to stop and begging him not to.
He chuckles darkly, leaning in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my throat before nipping at it, heat flooding my chest. "Look at you... already begging for me, even when you're trying hard not to."
I whine, humiliated, but I can't stop thrusting into his grip. My whole body is trembling, caught between fury at myself and a hunger I can't deny.
"You make me feel alive," he whispers against me. "I've never wanted anyone like this before."
And I hate myself, because part of me-dark, selfish, hungry-wants him just as badly.
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Warning: Will contain violence, foul words, and sexual content. Does not show a healthy relationship. Read at your own risk.
Book One of the His Trilogy
Formerly known as "His Daddy"