How long will it take him to realise what this is and who I am?
Or perhaps of the burden of my guilt will finally break me, and I’ll be the one confessing and pushing him away.
My friend’s father.
I don’t care. I couldn’t stop if he offered me his entire fortune. Consequences be damned.
Twisting my fingers into his hair, I tug on the longer strands at his nape and return his kiss with fervour, taking everything I’ve denied myself over the last few weeks.
He pushes me against the wall, his erection grinding against my hip. “I want to be inside you.”
“I want that too,” I reply, slipping my hand between us so I can palm his erection through the fabric again. At my touch, he thrusts into my hand like he can’t help himself.
“I’ve missed you,” I say against his mouth. “Ached for you.”
“Yes.Yes,” he replies.
Over his shoulder, people walk past, their faces illuminated in split-second bursts by the strobe light as they head to the private rooms. No one pays us any attention, because here, this is normal. It’s allowed. Within these walls, we can do whatever we like.Freedom.
A freedom cased in lies, but a freedom nonetheless.
He catches my mouth in another kiss. “You’re a goddess.” He kisses my neck, running his tongue up the skin, and my knees almost buckle. “Be mine, for tonight.”
His hand slides up the outside of my thigh, beneath my dress, tucking inside my underwear, squeezing my arse. His eagerness turns me on, even though it’s not for me.Not really. It’s for the character I’ve created; the false identity I’ve taken on within the walls of Deliurim.
Maybe it should hurt that he’s desperate for someone else when he’s all I can think about, but when his fingers are inches from sliding into me, I couldn’t care less who he thinks I am.
“Yes,” I reply, peppering his face with kisses. “I’ll be yours one more time.”
I’m already yours. I’ve been yours since last time. Emotion rolls through me at the words I want to say to him, but never will. If this is my last chance with him, I will enjoy it, and I’ll leave the regrets for later.
He gropes my arse before easing his hand to the front and finding my entrance, dipping his fingers inside. At the first touch, he lowers his head to my shoulder and lets out a low, desperate groan. “Did you have to be so fucking wet for me?”
I grind against his hand. “Rafe…”
“Fuck. Hearing you say my name…” He pumps his fingers in and out of me deeper, harder and faster. “Tell me yours. Tell me your name.”
“No,” I say, the word resounding like a moan of pleasure.
“I need to know who you are. Where I can find you. How I can see you again.”
“No.”
He groans, but I roll my hips harder and faster, arching my back, pressing my tits towards his face. A wave of desire possesses me, and the words that leave my mouth I’d never have dared release if he knew it was me. “Just fuck me. Fuck me like the dirty little whore I am.”
“Fuck.”
The desperate turmoil in his voice makes me heady. He works me with his free hand, making circles over my clit with his thumb. Tingles spark low in my hips as the orgasm builds.
“Did that turn you on? Asking you to fuck me like a dirty little whore?” I gasp through my own arousal, and he nods against my throat. “What if I say please too? Please,Daddy.” Nerves spark through me. The word feels forbidden; wrong. But I like it.
“Fuck no.” He groans, but he thrusts against me anyway. “Not Daddy.”
“But what if I want to?”
Sign me up for therapy later, because all I want is for him to fuck me. He might be Lizzie’s dad, but he’s definitely mydaddy.
He thrusts against me again, issuing a firm, “No.”