Page 4 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

He thrust himself faster and faster into my tight pussy, pushing me closer to the edge each time. My lower body tensed, my clit aching as his hips pounded against me. I moaned into our kiss and came all over his cock.

“Please, come inside me,” I whispered. “Please.”

Hector grunted into my mouth, shoved his dick as deep as it could go, and came inside me. I rested against the mattress, pussy pulsing on every inch of his dick as he pulled it out of me. My chest heaved up and down, my mind like putty.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, sitting back on the bed.

“Oh gosh,” I whispered.

Suddenly, he tensed next to me. “There’s blood,” he said, brows furrowed down at his blood- and cum-covered dick. There was a moment, a single moment, of confusion that washed across his face. Then, realization hit him hard, and he finally glanced up at me through wide eyes. “Were you a virgin?”

I pulled the blankets over my naked body and shimmied out of the bed, turning away from him. It wasn’t any of his concern if I had been a virgin or not. I had come to his BDSM club for a reason, and now, it was my time to leave.

Scrambling, I picked up my clothes. All I could do was repeat to myself over and over and over again that I needed to leave, that I couldn’t stay, that this really was a onetime thing, and that Hector was nothing but bad news.

“You can’t just walk away from me,” he growled, like he owned me or something.

After pulling on my clothes, I hurried to the door. I didn’t want to talk about being a virgin. I didn’t want to even think about it. It was over, and it hadn’t been as painful as all my friends had said it’d be.

“Watch me,” I said.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him until our bodies collided. “Stop being a fucking brat for once, Heather. I know you get off on it, but this shit is serious.” He paused. “You really haven’t had sex before?”

“That’s none of your business,” I growled, ripping myself out of his hold and grabbing the door handle.

He placed his large hand on the door so I couldn’t open it. “Yes, it is.”

“And why?” I asked, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “What would’ve happened if you had known I was a virgin before this all started? You would’ve still asked me to come to your club, bent me over your bed, and fucked me senseless. It doesn’t matter.”

“Heather,” he growled, jaw twitching, “you’re my best fucking friend’s daughter.”

“Yeah,” I said, shaking my head. “And you still fucked me. So, what does it matter?”

“It matters because, now, you’re mine,” he said harshly, pinning me against the door and taking my chin in his hand. “You’re fucking mine, and you don’t get to run off and away from me. You don’t get to go back home and see that kid who is always all over you when I’m there.”

“Archie,” I corrected.

“I don’t give a fuck what his name is, Heather.” He slipped his knee between my thighs and pressed his cock against the side of my hip. “No other man gets to evenlookat you the way that I do. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you walked into my club.”

“No, I?—”

“Yes, you fucking did. I warned you not to come unless you were serious abouteverythingthat came with this kind of lifestyle, with me being the possessive and jealous asshole that I am.”

I swallowed hard and stared up at him, wanting to bitch him out, but not knowing the first thing that I would say. Everything he had told me was true. Hehadwarned me, and I had gotten off on the thought of someone being so obsessed with me that they wouldn’t let another man look at me. I had never gotten that kind of attention before.

But we couldn’t do this. Dad would find out.

He dipped his head and murmured into my ear, “You don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted you, how many women I’ve been with, imagining they were you. You leave my club without me tonight, and I will come and find you.”

CHAPTERTHREE

HECTOR

Fuck,what am I doing?

I shoved my cum-covered cock back into my pants, zipped them up, and grabbed my tie hanging off the bedside. Heather had already pulled on her clothes, and while it wasn’t like me to leave a woman without giving proper aftercare, I needed to breathe for a damn second.

Heather was my business partner’s daughter, and she had been a virgin before I slept with her.

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