Chapter 4 Unresisting

Zara’s POV

I slid onto the poolside chair and grabbed a cold drink, pressing the chilled glass against my flushed skin.

My hands were still trembling.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

I had fucked my best friend’s father,without even knowing his name.

And now I am living under his roof, while my body still remembers every inch of him stretching me open.

My core clenched at the memory of his hand wrapped around my throat while he pounded into me from behind.

“Zee, my dad is really happy I brought you over,” Talia said cheerfully, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts.

I forced a bright smile.

“Really?”

“Yeah! He usually doesn’t like any of my friends, but he seems different with you. Maybe he’s finally opening up.”

I looked down and bit my lip hard, a knot of guilt and arousal twisting in my stomach. If only she knew how “open” her father had been last night.

Suddenly, Talia grinned mischievously and shoved me backward into the pool.

“Gosh, Talia!” I gasped as I surfaced, coughing and laughing. The cold water made my thin dress cling to every curve of my body, my hard nipples clearly visible through the soaked fabric, the material molding to my breasts and hips like a second skin.

Talia giggled.

“Let me get you a drink.Hold on!”

She climbed out and headed toward the bar, leaving me alone in the pool.

I swam backward slowly, trying to calm my racing heart, when I suddenly collided with something solid and warm behind me.

A strong hand immediately gripped my waist.

I suddenly froze.

A shiver ran down my spine as I turned my head.

Marcus.

He towered over me in the water, his dark eyes filled with raw hunger. Water droplets slid down his broad, muscular chest.

“Stop it,” I whispered urgently.

“Someone might see us.”

“Let them,” he murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk.

Before I could protest, his large hand boldly grabbed my ass, squeezing the soft flesh possessively. His fingers then slid between my thighs from behind, pressing firmly against my pussy through the wet fabric of my dress. I gasped as he rubbed slow, teasing circles over my clit.

My knees nearly buckled.

Talia suddenly dove into the pool with a splash. Marcus instantly pulled his hand away and moved back, but the wicked smirk never left his face.

“Here, Zee! It’s really good,” Talia said, handing me a glass of wine as if she hadn’t just interrupted anything. She climbed out again, still giggling.

I took the glass with shaky hands.

Then Marcus’s low, seductive voice slid over me like velvet.

“I can still taste you on my tongue, Mi cariño.”

My breath hitched sharply.

His eyes raked over my soaked body like he wanted to rip the dress off right there and fuck me in the pool.

I couldn’t stay near him any longer.

I quickly climbed out, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it tightly around my trembling body before rushing back into the mansion. But I could still feel his burning gaze on my ass the entire way.

Later that evening, I slipped upstairs to change out of my wet clothes. The moment I stepped into my guest room and closed the door, a strong hand grabbed me.

I was slammed against the wall with a gasp.

Marcus.

His tall, powerful body pressed against mine, trapping me completely.

His eyes were dark with lust.

“What is wrong with you?” I breathed. “What do you want now?”

He wrapped one hand possessively around my throat while the other cupped my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

“You shouldn’t have walked away from me earlier, Mi cariño,” he murmured, his voice rough and sexy.

“I’ve been working hard all day thinking about how tight and wet you were for me last night.”

“Mr. Marcus… this can’t.. ”

“Shhh…” He pressed his thumb over my lips, then replaced it with his mouth.

He kissed me like he was starving deep, filthy, and demanding. His tongue claimed mine as his hand slid down to grip my waist, pulling my body flush against his obvious erection.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled against my lips, then trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, sucking on my sensitive skin.

“Tell me you don’t want this, mi cariño .”

I moaned softly, my body betraying me completely.

His hand moved lower, gripping my ass and grinding his hard cock against me.

“Say it,” he whispered hotly, lips brushing my ear.

“Tell me what you want, Mi Flor. Tell me you want Daddy’s cock again.”

“I…” My voice trembled. Before I could finish, he gripped my waist tighter and rocked his hips against me, letting me feel every thick inch of him.

My body surrendered instantly. I trembled in his arms, aching and wet.

“Zara? Are you in there?”

Talia’s voice suddenly called from outside the door.

My eyes widened in panic.

Marcus only smirked, looking far too pleased with himself. He stepped back slowly, licking his lips as if he could still taste me.

I quickly grabbed fresh clothes, threw them on with shaking hands, and rushed out of the room, my face flushed and my thighs slick.

“So, what are we doing now?” I asked Talia downstairs, forcing a bright smile to hide how turned on and guilty I felt.

“We’re going shopping!” Talia announced excitedly.

“You’re coming with me.”

Marcus descended the stairs at that exact moment, looking calm and composed, as if he hadn’t just pinned me against the wall and made me weak with desire.

“Dad, we’re going shopping,” Talia said with pleading eyes.

“Can we please borrow one of your cars?”

Marcus’s gaze slid slowly to me, dark and full of filthy promise.

A small smirk tugged at his lips.

“Only if I come along,” he said smoothly, eyes never leaving mine.