Daddy's Secret Sin

Chapter 9

The Price of Secrecy

Title: The Price of Secrecy

Victor opened the door the moment the elevator arrived.

He didn’t greet her with words. He simply stepped aside, let her in, and locked the door behind her with a quiet, final click. The penthouse was dimly lit, the city glittering beyond the glass like it had no idea what was happening thirty floors above it.

Aria barely had time to set her bag down before his hands were on her. He backed her against the wall, mouth claiming hers in a kiss that tasted like restraint finally breaking. She melted into it, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, already desperate for the solid heat of him.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers. His voice was rough.

“Tell me what happened.”

She did. The café. Ryan’s questions. The way his eyes had searched her face like he already half-knew the truth. Victor listened without interrupting, jaw tight, gray eyes never leaving hers.

“He’s getting closer,” she finished quietly.

“I know.” Victor’s thumb stroked along her cheekbone. “I’ve been careful with my schedule. Careful with what I say. But he’s my son. He notices when I disappear.”

Aria’s stomach twisted. “Maybe we should stop. Just for a while. Let things cool down.”

Victor went still. Then he leaned in until his mouth was against her ear.

“Is that what you came here to tell me?” His hand slid down her side, over the curve of her hip, and settled between her thighs, pressing firmly against the heat already building there. “That you want to stop?”

Her breath hitched. “Victor—”

“Answer me.”

She closed her eyes. The honest answer burned on her tongue. “No. I don’t want to stop.”

“Then we don’t.” His fingers pressed harder, rubbing slow circles through the fabric of her jeans until her hips twitched forward against his hand. “We get smarter. We get quieter. But I am not giving this up.”

He kissed her again, deeper this time, while his hand worked her through her clothes until she was panting against his mouth. Only then did he pull her away from the wall and lead her toward the bedroom.

They undressed each other without rush. Every piece of clothing that hit the floor felt like another layer of pretense falling away. When Aria was finally bare, Victor guided her onto the bed and settled between her thighs. He didn’t enter her right away. Instead he dragged his c**k slowly through her wetness, coating himself, teasing her entrance until she was lifting her hips in silent plea.

“Look at me,” he said.

She did.

He pushed inside in one long, controlled thrust. The stretch pulled a broken sound from her throat. Victor held still once he was buried to the hilt, giving her time to feel every inch of him, before he began to move — deep, steady strokes that made the headboard tap lightly against the wall.

“This is what we’re risking everything for,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers. “This. You taking me so well. The way you look when I’m inside you.”

Aria’s nails dug into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

Victor f****d her with a focused intensity that left no room for anything else — not guilt, not fear, not the growing shadow of Ryan’s suspicion. He shifted the angle of his hips until every thrust dragged against the spot that made her vision blur. One hand slid under her to grip her ass, holding her open for him. The other braced beside her head so he could watch every expression that crossed her face.

When she came it was with a sharp, helpless cry, body clamping down hard around him. Victor followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a low, guttural groan that vibrated through both of them.

They stayed joined afterward, breathing hard. Victor’s mouth brushed her temple, her cheek, the corner of her lips. The tenderness after the intensity always undid her more than the s*x itself.

Eventually he pulled out and gathered her against his chest. The city lights painted soft patterns across the ceiling. Aria listened to the steady beat of his heart and tried not to think about how much she was starting to need this — the quiet after, the weight of his arm around her, the way the rest of the world disappeared when they were behind his locked door.

“He’s going to keep pushing,” she said into the dark.

Victor’s fingers traced slow lines along her spine. “I know.”

“What happens when he finds out?”

There was a long silence. When Victor finally spoke, his voice was calm but absolute.

“Then we deal with it. But I won’t let him take you from me. Not after this.”

Aria closed her eyes. The words should have terrified her. Instead they settled somewhere deep in her chest and stayed there, warm and dangerous.

She knew what they were doing was wrong.

She knew the secret was already cracking.

She knew that every night she spent in this bed made the eventual fallout worse.

And still, when Victor’s hand slid down her stomach and between her legs again, already coaxing another slow wave of heat from her body, she opened for him without hesitation.

Some prices were too high.

Some secrets were too sweet.

And Aria was no longer sure she cared which one would destroy her first.