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.

sigh, slipping my hands around him.

hungry. "Oh, I

legs wrapping around his hips. And then he started fucking me and god....He didn't just fuck me he claimed me. Every inch, every

room—the slap of our skin, my moans, his deep growls. Every thrust made me feel him in ways that went beyond

establishing ownership, claiming me with every thrust, every kiss, every

pure, unrelenting passion—a passion I had never felt

he pushed inside me, fucking me with his gaze fixed on mine, touching me, marking me with

hips trembling, the bed shaking beneath us. Sweat slicked 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 there he was somehow

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neared, cruelly close. "Oh, Flower," he chuckled, low and husky, voice raw. "God left this room long ago. It's just you and me." He leaned closer, tossing one of my legs over his shoulder. "With my cock in you."

calm, utterly insane. Here I was, undone, and he was ready as if he'd

flipped me over, lifting my ass high before driving all the way in from behind. I moaned into the

try with you today, Amore?" His Italian accent slipped effortlessly, making me clench around him. He slapped my ass, leaving

didn't even know. All I could focus on was the overwhelming, consuming feeling of him

someone who's so mouthy," he murmured,

squeezing, and began fucking me again, slowly at first, then relentlessly pounding

out.

like heaven,

back against his shoulder. His hand slid around my throat, possessive possessive

had expected. His other hand rested against

thrust. He held me like I was sacred whilst

was ruining the bedsheets at this point-my wetness sliding down my thighs from my previous release. And this man... he slid his hand. between

while locking eyes with