Dirty Moans With My Husband's Father

Episode16

OLIVIA

The heavy rain hammered relentlessly against the roof of the armored SUV, creating a distant, deafening drumbeat. Inside the dim, leather-scented cabin, the air was suffocatingly hot. The alcohol still hummed through my veins, blurring the sharp edges of my panic, but my mind was violently, terrifyingly lucid.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

My life was a shattered ruin. Bruno had beaten me, dragged me across the floor, and stolen my father’s entire legacy in one devastating blow. I was completely empty.

I needed this. I needed the crushing weight of Antonio’s body over mine. I needed his hard d**k stretching me out to burn away the agonizing memories of the courtyard. I needed his absolute, ruthless dominance to drown out the screaming noise in my head.

"Antonio," I gasped, my hands tangling fiercely in his dark hair.

He didn't speak. He just took. He drove into me with a brutal, relentless rhythm, pinning my spine against the soft leather seat. The heat of his skin scorched my cold hands. Every deep, punishing thrust of his thick c*ck stretched my wet p***y completely, sending violent shockwaves of pure pleasure straight up my spine. My body was incredibly slick, dripping with sweat and desperate need. The loud, sloppy sound of our flesh slapping together echoed loudly in the small, dark space. I dug my nails deep into his broad shoulders, anchoring myself to the only solid thing left in my world.

"f**k," he grunted, his voice a dark, ragged rasp against my neck. "You're so f*****g wet."

The pace turned frantic. The physical sensation was completely overwhelming, a raw, blinding fire that consumed every single rational thought. He buried his c**k to the hilt, grinding his hips down hard to crush my swollen c**t. I arched my back, chasing the deep friction, practically begging for the release. When my climax finally hit, it was messy and violent. My p***y clamped down hard around his thick length, milking every inch of his d**k. I cried out his name, my voice completely shattered in the dark car. For a few, fleeting seconds, the suffering ceased to exist.

The crash came shortly after. The adrenaline completely left my system, replaced by the heavy, pulling weight of the liquor and utter physical exhaustion. I closed my eyes against his chest, listening to the steady, calming thud of his heart. The world went totally black.

When I finally opened my eyes, the rain was gone. Soft, golden morning light filtered through sheer white curtains.

I wasn't in the SUV. I wasn't at the Romero estate. I was lying in the center of a massive, plush king-sized bed. The room was sprawling and impeccably clean—a luxury hotel suite or a private safe house. The sheets were crisp white silk. I was completely naked beneath them. My muscles were incredibly sore, entirely tender from the violence of the previous night, but a deep, lingering ache throbbed heavily between my thighs.

I turned my head. Antonio sat on the edge of the mattress. He wore only his dark slacks, his broad, scarred chest fully exposed to the morning light. He was already watching me. His hazel eyes were dark, heavy, and entirely consumed by a possessive, territorial hunger.

He didn't give me a single second to overthink the reality of the morning. He didn't let me panic about Bruno or the stolen accounts.

He moved over me, his knees sinking deep into the mattress on either side of my hips. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them lightly above my head. His mouth descended on mine, slow and incredibly demanding.

The lingering panic melted instantly, replaced by a heavy, liquid heat pooling directly between my legs. Round two was entirely different from the frantic, desperate f**k in the car. This was deliberate. This was deeply psychological.

He trailed his hot mouth down my jaw, kissing a deliberate path down my neck before moving lower. He took my bare t**s into his mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive peaks while his teeth lightly scraped the skin. I arched into his touch, a soft, pathetic whimper escaping my lips as fresh wetness flooded my thighs all over again.

He settled his weight directly between my spread legs. He entered me slowly. The agonizing, drawn-out friction of his massive c**k filling up my slick p***y made my breath catch violently in my throat. He pushed deep, stretching me completely, claiming every single inch of my body with a slow, ruthless precision.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered darkly, his rough thumb brushing across my swollen lips. "So perfectly mine."

I chased his rhythm. My body was completely hyper-sensitive. Every deep, agonizing thrust rubbed perfectly against my cl*t, sending electric shocks through my nervous system. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my lower belly. I was completely on the edge, my mind hazy and spinning with absolute lust. I needed the release. I needed the blinding flash of the climax.

"Antonio, please," I begged, my chest heaving, my fingernails biting into his back. "Please, fuck."

Suddenly, he stopped.

He pulled his d**k almost all the way out, holding himself perfectly still with just the blunt tip resting inside my wet entrance. The sudden loss of deep friction was a sharp, physical agony.

I gasped, my hips automatically jerking upward to chase his heat. He caught my waist in an iron grip, holding me firmly against the mattress so I couldn't move a single inch.

"Not yet," he commanded smoothly.

He looked down at me, his face a mask of pure, lethal authority. He was using my intense, blinding arousal as a weapon.

"I told you I would fix this, Olivia," he said, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble. He rocked his hips just a fraction of an inch—just enough to tease my c**t and make me crazy, but nowhere near enough to push me over the edge. "I will give you this. I will give you the climax. I will ruin Bruno and I will take your father's empire back before the sun sets."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "But you have to give me the word. Say you belong to me. Verbally surrender, Olivia. Agree to the deal."

The physical desperation was absolute torture. My entire body was vibrating, begging for his thick c**k to slam back into me. I was slick, burning, and completely at his mercy. The hazy, lust-filled fog in my brain screamed at me to just say the words. It would be so easy. I just had to submit, and he would completely destroy the monsters ruining my life.

But as I stared up into his dark, demanding eyes, the cold, stubborn pride of an American heiress flared to life in my chest.

He wanted to own me. He wanted to buy my obedience with a f**k.

I refused to be blackmailed while lying on my back.

My lips trembled violently. My chest heaved with every shallow, desperate breath. I looked him dead in the eye, shivering with absolute, agonizing need.

"No.”