My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 259

Sienna

His words buzzed through the room, his eyes locked on mine as if daring me to object. If only he knew how fast my heart was hammering, he would have never imagined I could resist. I slid my hands around his neck, breathing heavy, melding with his.

"Who's stopping you, Grayson?" I whispered.

For the first time, I didn't call him Grayson out of hatred, and he noticed. A smirk curved at the corner of his lips. He sat up, hands moving to his belt buckle, unbuckling it slowly, looking down at me like I was the main attraction in the most intoxicating show. Better than any strip show.

I lay beneath him, tracing my hand from his chest down to his V, relishing the warmth and texture of his skin. He was perfect. A creature of pure sin and allure.

It was strange—how men like him were so irresistible, carved to perfection. And ironic—how women like me, who held our heads high, fell for these devils beneath human skin.

As his pants and briefs slid off, I drew in a breath. I had always known Grayson was...large. He had been the talk of college—not just for his wealth, but for other things. I'd heard countless women rave about him in the magazines, about how no man compared. I'd imagined it, but Alexander—Alex—surpassed everything I had ever pictured. He was awfully, impossibly huge.

"Well..." I started, but he cut me off, tearing open a condom packet and sliding it on with a grin.

"Don't worry. It'll fit."

He leaned over me, parting my thighs, his hand resting on one side of my head as he brushed the tip against my entrance. A soft moan slipped past my lips at the contact. The veins on him stood out, giving away his restraint. He looked so dangerous hot over me, rubbing against me like that and.....I was shameless to admit it so easily to myself.

Then he pushed in—inch by inch, slow, deliberate. I gripped him as he hovered over me, hands bracketing my head, our eyes locked. When he sank fully inside, reaching the hilt, I tried to steady my breathing—but the fullness, the tightness, the pounding of my heart, refused to obey.

He was inside me. There was no turning back.

"Relax, Sienna," he whispered, brushing his nose against mine. "I may be a monster, but I would never hurt you." The vein beside his forehead looked so pronounced that even the beautiful hair shading it couldn't hide

it.

slipping

hungry. "Oh, I will—I

next second, he pulled out and slammed back in. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his hips. And then he started fucking me and god....He didn't just fuck me

Every thrust made me feel

was him establishing ownership, claiming

unrelenting passion—a passion I had never felt before.

fucking me with his gaze fixed on mine, touching me,

our bodies together, his dripping onto mine. He brushed mess hair from his face, grabbed headboard, and drove deeper than I thought I could take. He was destroying me for every other man out

s

left this room long ago. It's just you and me."

quick..." He grinned, utterly calm, utterly insane. Here I was, undone, and he was ready as if he'd just

time to recover. In one swift movement, he flipped me over, lifting my ass high before driving

with you today, Amore?" His Italian accent slipped effortlessly, making me clench around him. He slapped my ass, leaving a sting that ignited fire along my skin. "Enough

answer—I didn't even know. All I could focus on was

he murmured, rubbing his fingers over the marks he'd left.

fucking me again, slowly at first, then relentlessly pounding in

out.

feel like heaven,

my body stayed flush against his, my head falling back against his shoulder. His hand slid around my throat, possessive possessive a way that made my chest tighten as he looked into my eyes. "You look like

kissed me, softer than I had expected. His other hand rested against my belly,

I was sacred whilst he fucked me like he owned

this point-my wetness sliding down my thighs from my previous release. And this man... he slid his hand.

while locking eyes with