Secretly inlove with father’s best friend

Aria's POV

His lips found mine, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second. His hands trailed down my sides, warm and steady, grounding me as he deepened the kiss. In one fluid motion, he wrapped one strong arm around my waist, the other hand resting lightly on my throat. A sigh escaped me, unbidden, as pleasure surged through my body, eroding any resistance. 

I surrendered, letting go in a way that sent a thrill racing through me, a high I knew would linger for days. His fingers traced my throat before sliding into my hair, gripping a handful at the base of my skull. His grip commanded me, maneuvered me effortlessly, his lips and tongue leaving no question about his intent. My hands clawed at his back, desperate for balance, as my legs threatened to give way beneath me. My mind went blank as I moved with him, every thought dissolving into the heat of the moment.

His hands slid around my waist, lifting me effortlessly and pressing me against the wall. He took my wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above my head. His lips found mine again, and the intensity of his kiss could have rivaled the gods themselves. If I had been capable of coherent thought, I would have sworn to myself—never again would I settle for anything less than this perfection. But thinking was impossible now. All I could do was moan into his kiss.

His grip shifted, one hand still pinning mine above me—not that I resisted—and the other trailed down my side, over my thigh, guided by the teasing promise of the garter. His fingers glided effortlessly, finding the source of the heat pooling between my legs. When he circled my clit, I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped me. My body trembled, shaking against him, every nerve alight.

“Enjoying yourself, are we?” he teased, his voice thick with amusement and something darker, deeper. I couldn’t find the words to answer; I could only gasp, shuddering as his fingers moved with devastating precision.

“Good answer,” he murmured, a smirk curving his lips as he slipped a finger inside me, pressing against the spot that had me arching helplessly against the wall. I felt the heat radiating between us as his intentions became crystal clear—he was making me wait. His control over me was maddening, but I couldn’t resist him. He shifted beneath me, his strong hands guiding me until I straddled his face. My soaking wet pussy met his relentless tongue, and I gasped as he began to devour me.

Every flick, every lash of his tongue sent shock waves through me, moving from my clit to the depths of my cunt with exquisite precision. My moans were unrestrained, echoing around us, betraying how much I craved him. He didn’t stop. His tongue worked tirelessly, swirling and flicking against my swollen clit as his fingers curled and pulsed inside me. It was too much and not enough all at once. His free hand clamped onto my thigh, anchoring me to him, ensuring I had no escape—not that I would have wanted one. I was at his mercy, and he knew it.

I felt the breaking point approaching, my body trembling with the unbearable intensity he was driving me toward. Sensing it, he doubled down, his tongue moving faster, softer, with an unrelenting speed that unraveled me. My cries grew louder, higher, raw with ecstasy as the first wave of my climax crashed into me. I screamed his name, my voice cracking as he pulled me to heights I hadn’t known I could reach.

I collapsed next to him, trembling, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. Aftershocks rippled through me, leaving me moaning softly as my body twitched against the sheets. He watched me, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, reveling in the chaos he had left in his wake.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet awe.

I smiled, my fingers brushing against his jaw. “So are you.”

“We can’t keep doing this, Aria.”

Lucian sighed and stepped away from me. I missed his warmth instantly, but I didn’t show it. Instead, I reached for him again, going close.

“Don’t say that,” I whispered. “You want this as much as I do.”

He didn’t argue. He just closed his eyes for a long moment, then shook his head. “This has to stop.”

I hated those words. He always said them. But came back every time.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed soft kisses along his jaw. “Then why does it feel so right?”

Lucian groaned, his hands gripping my waist. He was trying to resist, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to. He never could. “You need to go before it’s too late,” he murmured.

I sighed but listened. I had to be careful. My step father was powerful, strict, and always watching out for me. If he found out about us… I didn’t even want to think about it.

Lucian’s driver dropped me off by a few blocks away from my house. I hurried through the dark streets, my heart pounding. I had learned how to sneak in without being caught, but it always felt risky. If I got caught…

I sneaked in through the front door and tiptoed up the grand staircase. My bare feet made no sound on the cold floor. Once I reached my room, I locked the door and let out a deep breath.

I grabbed my phone and called Lucian. I just wanted to hear his voice one more time before I fell asleep. But he didn’t answer.

I frowned.

Maybe he needed time. Maybe he had regretted it already.

With a sigh, I put my phone aside and curled under the blankets. My body still tingled from his touch. Sleep came quickly. 

Then, I woke up.

My phone was buzzing loudly. Still sleepy, I reached for it, expecting a message from Lucian.

But it wasn’t a message. It was worse.

My name was everywhere.

I blinked, confused. My sleepy brain struggled to make sense of what I was seeing. My fingers scrolled slowly through the screen. My palms had gone sweaty.

Aria Sinclair’s Secret Affair Exposed!

Billionaire’s Forbidden Love—Caught in the Act!

I sat up, my heart racing.

Heiress Caught Sneaking Out at Midnight!

Victor Devereaux’s Stepdaughter in a Scandal!

Lucian Blackwell’s Late-Night Visitor—Who Could It Be?

I felt sick.

Then, I saw the picture.

It was me.

A zoomed-in image of me leaving Lucian’s house, wearing the same dress from last night.

No. No. No.

My hands shook as I tapped on the image, as if staring at it longer would make it disappear.

Who took this? How did they see me?

My pulse pounded so hard. I blinked once, twice, hoping—praying—that my sleepy brain was making things up. But the words were still there. Clear. Loud.  And Unforgiving.

Heiress Caught Sneaking Out at Midnight!

It felt like a thousand eyes were suddenly on me, judging, condemning, whispering behind my back.

No. This can’t be happening. I was careful. No one saw me.

The room around me seemed to spin. My ears rang, drowning out every other sound except my own racing thoughts. Lucian. I need to call Lucian.

With shaking hands, I dialed his number, pressing the phone to my ear. One ring. Two. Three. No answer.

Pick up. Please, pick up.

But he didn’t.

My entire body felt like I was drowning. This wasn’t just bad. This was a nightmare—one I couldn’t wake up from.

This was bad. Very bad. If my father saw this—

A loud bang at my door made me jump.

I froze immediately.

“Aria!” My father’s voice thundered, shaking with anger. “Open this door. Now.”