My Dad's Bestfriend

Sienna

I struggled to open my eyes, a throbbing headache pulsing through my skull as I

tossed and turned on the bed. A single thought cut through the haze.

Wait...

Where am I?

I shot upright, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't my room.

Holy shit. Where the fuck am I?

Panic crawled up my throat-until I noticed the shirt I was wearing. A man's shirt. White. Crisp. Familiar. I lifted the collar to my nose, and the scent hit me-his cologne.

And with it, the memories.

I froze. Images flashed behind my eyes: his mouth on mine, his tongue between my thighs, the way he touched me, held me, consumed me. A shiver raced down my spine as I swore I could still feel his tongue against my pussy, his fingers filling me, his body pinning me down in heat and fire.

I clenched the duvet in my fists, a strangled breath leaving me. Regret coiled

inside me, tightening, choking.

God. What did I do?

I can't fucking believe it. I let Alexander Grayson do this to me.

Out of everyone-it had to be him? Why, Sienna? Why?

"This is a mistake," I whispered, voice cracking as I scrambled out of bed. His cologne still clung to me, seeping into my skin, making my pulse race faster. How the hell was I supposed to face him after this?

I hated him.

And yet, I let him... lick me like that. Touch me like that. Fuck, I was so stupid.

My eyes darted around, frantically searching for my clothes. The muffled thump of music bled through the walls-reminding me I was still in the club. This had to be one of the private rooms. Rooms he'd probably used with other women before

me.

The door creaked open. I flinched.

Alex stepped inside.

He was fully dressed, navy shirt unbuttoned at the top, black slacks hugging his frame. My breath caught. For the first time, I really saw him.

Alexander Grayson was... beautiful.

not too dark. He had to be

this attractive. It would've been easier

doing?" His voice slid across the room, smooth, curious, edged with amusement. His hands slipped casually into

steel into my voice, though my

"I see."

back. Again. Again. Until my back met the wall. His arm came up, bracing beside me,

He towered effortlessly.

short. He was

lower, "you were planning on sneaking

cheek, his breath ghosting

mistake, okay? I was drunk. I was hurt. I needed to forget. You just... happened to be

what I expected from him. But it wasn't the low

his body pressing mine against the wall. I

burned into mine. "And

to me, Sienna." His voice dropped, darker now. "You're mine. And I'm not walking away just because you

breath came shallow. "W-What do

wicked and slow. His eyes

"I want to fuck you every day, every moment I choose. On my desk. On my bed. Over my lap. Anywhere I want. I want your pussy choking on my cock, your mouth wrapped around me. I want you begging, screaming, breaking beneath me. I want

Holy...

couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. Hell, I couldn't even blink. I was

words. He didn't even have to touch me. And yet

tried to fight it, but my gaze

to kiss me. It was stupid, reckless, dangerous—yet I craved

not quite a kiss-before trailing to my ear. His teeth grazed my skin,

voice like sin itself, "even if you call

hypnotic, his presence stripping me of every restraint I thought I

you can resist me?" His hands slid down my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. A soft gasp

my neck, slow and deliberate. "Then tell me how long before you lose it? Because we both

His voice.

voice. It

but because I wanted him to kiss me so badly it hurt. If he didn't,

slipping. "What is it, Sienna?" His whisper was

he dragged

I didn't answer, he bit down on my bottom lip, grinding his hips against mine. A moan slipped out of me, raw and helpless. My arms tightened around him, holding on like I couldn't

pussy throbbed with need. I'd never been this desperate. What the

not going to say it, huh?" His voice dripped with amusement. His hand wrapped around my throat, firm but not cruel. "Let's see how long you can hold

then he kissed

veins. His tongue slid past my lips, demanding, devouring. I kissed him back just as hungrily, my fingers tangling in

grinding me against the hardness straining his pants. The fabric rubbed my