Chapter 3 Sex with my father's deadly rival 2

Nicole’s POV

He was slow at first, letting me feel every inch, then deeper, curling them in a way that made my back arch off the mattress. 

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. “Fuck…”

My hips rolled up to meet his hand, chasing the pressure. 

He added a third finger, stretched me open further. 

“Mphhh,”

My head fell back against the pillow as a low, desperate sound slipped out of me before I could stop it.

I bit down hard on my lip instantly.

He froze for a second, fingers still buried inside me.

“That sound,” he said quietly. “You ne…v…er make that s…ou…nd.”

I forced my eyes open and met his gaze. His pupils were blown wide as his suspicion flickered behind the lust.

I’m just… more tonight, I told myself. He can’t know. He can’t know this is the first time anyone has ever touched me like this.

“I’m just… more tonight,” I whispered aloud. “I went through some rituals recommended by the headmaiden. Desmond, even though…you’re drunk, I am so happy that we finally got to be like this.”

He searched my face again, then slowly started moving his fingers once more sloppily, like he couldn’t quite control the tempo.

“Look at me,” he slurred.

I did.

He pulled his fingers free, leaving me empty and aching. 

He fumbled with his shirt the rest of the way off with one hand while the other kept me pinned. Belt buckle clinked loudly. Pants shoved down just enough.

I held back my gasp at the sight of his monstrous dick…thrice the length of my middle finger.

His hard dick pressed against my thigh ready. 

He lined himself up at my entrance, and pushed in slowly.

I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. “Fuck..mhmmm…”

The stretch burned sharp and immediate, more than I expected. I tensed as a whimper escaped from my lips before I could swallow it.

This is it, I thought. 

The one thing I kept for myself, the one thing no mission could take until tonight. And I’m giving it to him like this…under a veil, under a lie, because Father needs me to be useful.

It wouldn’t be so bad to have a taste of his cock before I kill him.

He stilled halfway inside me, breath rough against my neck.

“You’re… tight,” he said, voice strained, almost puzzled. “Tighter than you’ve ever been.”

I gripped his shoulders harder, nails digging in to steady myself, to hide the tremor.

“Breathe,” he said, more to himself than to me.

“I a…m,” I answered, the word barely audible.

He pushed forward again, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. 

The burn eased into overwhelming fullness, but the initial resistance lingered in the way my body fought and then yielded. 

I had waited years…dreamed stupid, hopeless dreams of him, and now it was happening like this, stolen and wrong, and still my body wanted more.

He paused there, hips locked against mine, studying my face.

“This doesn’t feel right,” he mumbled. “You feel like… like it’s the first time.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. I forced a small, breathless laugh. “It’s just been a while we've been together, Desmond.”

He blinked slowly, then nodded once, accepting it through the haze. “Yeah… drunk. Everything’s fuzzy.” 

He didn’t look convinced, but the bond’s pull was too strong. 

He started moving with deep, careful thrusts that rocked the bed beneath us.

Each one pulled a sound from my throat I couldn’t hold back, more raw than I wanted and I couldn’t hold back. 

“Please… deeper,” I gasped, the plea torn out of me as my hips lifted to meet him. “Don’t hold back.”

My body was shaking…legs trembling around his waist, breath coming in short, broken gasps. 

I wrapped my legs tighter, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper with every thrust.

He groaned, but the sound was edged with frustration.

“Why do you feel like…?” he muttered in my ear. 

I dragged his mouth back down to mine, kissing him harder to silence the questions, and to hide the sting of tears I refused to let fall. 

He’s right. And he’ll never know it was supposed to mean something.

He let me for a moment, then pulled back again, eyes locked on mine.

“You never… never claw my back like that,” he said accusingly. “Never begs… with your hips the way you are now. Never… flinch at the start like that.”

“I’m just… lost in it tonight. I need it harder,” I breathed, voice cracking with desire. “Please, Desmond… just fuck me like you mean it.”

He didn’t speed up much as his movements stayed slow, clumsy, like the alcohol was pulling him under. 

But he kept going.

The bed creaked under us. Sweat slicked our skin, making every slide of his body against mine slick and hot. 

His mouth found mine again. I kissed him back just as hard, hands sliding down his back, nails raking red lines across his skin.

“Fuck….Kiara…”

My eyes flicked to the side again. 

The panel in the wall. It was still closed with the relic inside.

I could go home and show father I wasn’t nothing.

He slowed again, hips still buried deep.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, following my glance toward the wall pane

I pulled him back down. Kissed him deeper. Rolled my hips up to meet the next thrust, taking him even harder. 

“Nothing. I told you not to stop. Don’t stop… please don’t stop,” I moaned into his mouth, the words desperate and ragged.

He believed it, but the pace never quite returned mindless as each thrust felt messy, but kept pushing me closer to the edge.

I quickly slipped my fingers inside my boot to grab my dagger and finish him off. 

He didn’t love me anyway. 

I had nothing to lose with him, but I had a lot more to lose with my father.

The coil in my belly tightened fast.

My body was shaking harder…legs locked around his waist, heels digging in, pulling him deeper with every movement.

“Right there,” I gasped, voice breaking. “God, right there… don’t you dare slow down.”

The orgasm hit me and my hand dropped to my side. It was shattering, overwhelming, and just then, the bond snapped fully alive. 

Heat exploded through both of us. It was shocking, white-hot, and electric. 

Mate…! Mate…! Mate!

My vision blurred for a second, but his eyes widened. 

Shock cut straight through the haze of lust on his face.

He froze inside me, hips locked against mine.

“What—” His hand tightened on my hip. “You’re… you’re not—”