Chapter 3 temptation

Chapter Three: temptation

Zara's pov

“Here she is, Dad. Meet my best friend, Zara,” Talia said with an excited giggle.

My breath caught in my throat as his dark, piercing eyes locked onto mine. My chest rose and fell rapidly, heat flooding my entire body under his intense gaze. He knew exactly who I was.

He started walking toward us, slow, deliberate, and dangerously seductive. Every step made my pulse thunder harder.

“Zee, meet my dad, Marcus Reid,” Talia beamed, completely oblivious.

“Dad, this is Zara, my best friend.”

“Nice to finally meet you… Mr. Reid,” I managed, my voice shaky and breathless. I couldn’t hold his gaze for more than a second.

Marcus’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. His deep, velvet voice, the same voice that had growled filthy things in my ear last night sent a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“Nice to meet you too, Zara,” he replied, his tone smooth but laced with something far darker. His eyes slowly dragged down my body, as if he was remembering exactly how I looked bent over for him.

Before I could say anything else, Talia’s phone buzzed loudly. She glanced at it and groaned.

“Shit, I have to take this. I’ll be right back!” She rushed out of the room, leaving me alone with Marcus.

The air instantly became thick, heavy, and electric.

Marcus’s gaze turned predatory. He stared at me like he was replaying every second of last night, how I’d dropped to my knees for him, how I’d begged him to fuck me harder, how I’d screamed “Daddy” while he pounded into me.

“So…” His voice was low and rough as he took a step closer.

“You’re Talia’s best friend, Cariño?”

I swallowed hard and nodded, unable to speak.

He glanced toward the door where Talia had disappeared, then looked back at me, eyes burning with hunger.

Without warning, he closed the distance in two powerful strides, grabbed me by the throat, and pinned me against the nearest wall.

A gasp escaped my lips.

The grip was firm, dominant, and possessive. It should have scared me instead, but it made my pussy throb with fresh need.

What is wrong with me?

“What the hell are you doing here?” he growled, his breath hot against my skin.

“I was invited,” I shot back, trying to sound angry even as wetness pooled between my thighs.

“Get off me.”

His fingers tightened slightly around my neck as he pressed his hard, muscular body against mine. I could feel the thick ridge of his growing erection against my stomach. His addictive, masculine cologne wrapped around me, making my head spin.

“Did you know?” he demanded, voice dangerously low.

“Of course I didn’t!” I hissed.

“Why the fuck would I want to sleep with my best friend’s father?”

Marcus leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Liar,” he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

His thumb slowly traced my lower lip, pressing it down gently as his eyes darkened with lust.

“You remember everything, don’t you?” he murmured.

“How you dropped to your knees and sucked my cock so eagerly. How you begged me to fuck you harder… how you came so beautifully when I buried myself deep inside this tight little pussy.”

My breath hitched.

Heat flooded my cheeks as my core clenched at his filthy words.

He stepped back slightly, breathing heavily, but his eyes never left mine.

“We need to talk.”

“Mr. Reid … last night was a mistake,” I whispered, even as my body screamed for him.

“We have to forget it ever happened.”

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You can lie to yourself all you want, Zara. But not me, I still want you.” His voice dropped even lower.

“And I know you still want me too.”

I backed away, my thighs pressing together as arousal slicked my panties. “You’re my best friend’s father. This is wrong… so fucking wrong.”

Marcus moved closer again, caging me against the wall without even touching me. His eyes burned into mine.

“I can’t forget how good you felt wrapped around my cock, Mi cariño. One night isn’t nearly enough.”

My heart hammered wildly. I gripped the hem of my dress tightly, fighting the overwhelming urge to pull him back to me.

“I… I need to go,” I stammered, turning to escape.

Before I could take two steps, his strong hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me back against his chest. In the next breath, his mouth crashed down on mine in a hot, demanding kiss.

His tongue invaded my mouth possessively, claiming me with raw hunger.

For one dizzying second, I kissed him back just as desperately , melting into the heat of his body, the taste of him, the memory of how he’d fucked me senseless.

Then reality slammed into me.

I yanked away from the kiss, breathing hard.

“What if someone sees us?!” I hissed, panic and desire built inside me.

Marcus’s eyes were dark with lust, his lips slightly swollen from our kiss. He looked like he wanted to bend me over right there.

I gave him one last angry, conflicted look before rushing out of the room toward the pool area, my heart racing and my body aching with unmet need.