My Bestfriend’s Father

Playing with Fire

Chapter 6

Aria

I stood outside the double doors of his suite, with the hot coffee mug burning my palms. I shifted my shoulders, deliberately adjusting the thin straps of my lace top, so my cleavage was sitting high, practically out. I took a breath and knocked gently. Yes, I can be that crazy.

"Damian. Damian, are you in there?"

There was no answer. I turned my head left and right, checking the hallway if my weird friend was nearby, and rolled my eyes. You think I am stubborn, right? For dropping "Mister" and still calling him by his first name. If you want to judge me, go ahead and judge me, that's entirely on you. He is my man. I cannot call my man "Mister." I am coming to take what is mine, and I don't care who gets in the way.

When I didn't get a response after the second call, I pushed the handle. The door clicked, and I slowly pushed it open and went inside.

Omg! The room was big, bigger than any room I have ever got into in my life. And the scent? It was heavenly.

It smelled of cedarwood and his expensive cologne. This place will be so perfect for a good fu*k.

My eyes immediately locked onto the king-sized bed. Damian was lying there on top of white sheets, completely shirtless, his eyes closed. He was either dead asleep or pretending to be.

I quietly pushed the door shut behind me and took a slow, silent walk toward the side of the bed. God, he was so hot. His chest was broad and sculpted, lightly brushed with curly hair that went down his stomach, and past the waistline of his unbuttoned jeans.

Just staring at him lying there made my brain short-circuit. I stood right by the side of the mattress, completely frozen, letting my wild imagination run completely in my head. I imagined him waking up, seeing me in this see-through lace, and just losing his mind. I imagined him grabbing my hips, throwing me down on those expensive sheets, and fu*king my brains out until I couldn't remember my own name. I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted him to make me scream. Oh Damian.

My breathing got shallow. The heat that was pooling between my thighs became an absolute ache. I couldn't stop myself. Without taking my eyes off his sleeping face, I slid my free hand down my stomach. I slipped my fingers straight through the slit of my lace underwear, pressing right against my c**t.

I was already completely soaked. The moment my fingers touched my core, a soft, wet, squelching noise echoed out of my mouth. I bit my lower lip hard to keep me from moaning out loud. My other fingers moved up, roughly fumbling with my own breasts, tweaking my n*****s through the lace.

‘Damian, please,’ I begged in my head, my hips unconsciously rocking against my own hand. ‘Come and have me. Just wake up and fu*k me.’

I was losing myself in the slick, wet, and hot imagination, practically vibrating out of my skin, when Damian suddenly shifted from his sleep. With a quick exhale, his eyes snapped open, and he turned his head, his pitch-black gaze locked straight onto me.

I jumped, completely startled. The porcelain mug slipped right out of my fingers and fell.

Crash.

Hot coffee and shattered ceramic shattered all over the expensive rug.

"Oops," I whispered, quickly snatching my hand out of my panties and pasting on a wide, innocent look. "Sorry, Mr. Damian. I'm so sorry for waking you."

Damian’s eyes popped wide. He instantly pushed himself up, sitting rigid on the bed. The muscles in his back and shoulders bunched, tight with shock. "What the hell are you doing in here?" he demanded, with his voice sounding low, but rough. Just how I liked it.

"Sorry," I said, putting on my sweetest, most naive voice. "I went to look for my friend. I wasn't finding Harper in her room, so I came here thinking she was in her... daddy's room."

I dragged out the word ‘daddy, letting my tongue slowly lick over my bottom lip as I said it.

Damian’s jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. He completely ignored my excuse. His eyes were glued to my body, traveling from the swell of my breasts, down my stomach, and back up. As the sheer lace was completely clinging to my thighs. I felt eaten up already.

He was staring at me like a starving man, practically drooling. And I didn't miss the way his pants were suddenly tented, his co*k rock-hard and fighting against the pants.

"The coffee I got for you is ruined," I murmured softly, letting my gaze drop to his chest before looking back up into his eyes. "Do you want me to get you another one?"

He didn't answer. He just continued to stare at me, swallowing hard.

"Let me just clean this up," I whispered.

I took a step forward and deliberately bent straight down to pick up the broken pieces. The tiny scrap of lace I was wearing rode entirely up my thighs. Bending over meant my ass was completely exposed to him, my wet core was practically on display. I took my time, picking up two pieces of ceramic before slowly turning around and standing up.

Immediately I turned, surprisingly, I was just one inch away from him. He had gotten off the bed.

The heat radiating from his body made my pus*y itch. I looked up into his eyes, then, a wicked, seductive smirk played on my lips. That was it. That was the moment his control snapped.

Before I could even take a breath, Damian lunged. His hands grabbed me, spinning me around and shoving me hard against the door. His large hand tangled violently into my hair, pulling my head back while his other forearm braced against the wood, completely caging me in. His hard chest was pressed flat against my breasts, and I could feel the rigid, hard length of his erection pressing right into my stomach.

He leaned down, hanging his mouth just a bit of an inch from my ear, his hot breath sending a violent shiver straight down to my soaking wet core.

"You have no idea the fire you’re playing with, Aria," he whispered, his voice sounding like a deadly, ragged confession. "Stay out of my room, or you will be destroyed."