Fake Dating My Enemy's Son

To the moon

Chapter 5

He made sure to suck every part of me. I was completely soaked, and I could feel my wetness dripping down my thigh.

He raised my leg and slid into me completely this time. Pounding and thrusting hard into me, he pressed my neck hard. It was a moment of pain and pleasure,” harder, babe!”

“f**k!“ I was having the best time of my life. He began slowly but then increased his pace over time, thrusting harder. I could swear I went to the moon and back.

With a hand reaching my breast, he twisted and fondled my hard n*****s. He continued to pump into me. I wanted him to f**k me like a w***e.

“f**k! Aliyah! f**k!” He groaned, spanking my ass and fondling my breast. The moment was high and intense. It was the best s*x ever, above everything, above all my troubles did not seem to matter at the moment, revenge didn't exist, just us and the pleasure we had.

The more I thought about it the more I thought about it, the more horny I got and different styles popped in my head, before I realized myself I pushed him down and sat on his face so he could mouth f**k me, I grinded down like I owned him, Adrian choked but didn't care, he gripped my hands with both hands, groaned into my p***y and licked me harder. I turned and straddled him in reverse 69. You're such a f*****g w***e, my headache queen, he said.

I give good heads and headaches depending on what you want baby, I like going down to

do Doat am I'mld, I wrapped my mouth around his c**k, and licked him from tip to base like a starved s*x slave. He allowed his moans like a sinner, You're such a bad girl, Aliyah, he moaned lightly.

He lay me down on the bed, spread my legs on his shoulders, and went in for the second time, "God, you're so tight, "he growled-- f**k-- this p***y is mine". He took the opportunity and wrapped his hands around my n*****s, sucking hard, biting them, just enough to make me gasp. "s**t, Damian", take it all, princess.

I'm gonna c*m, he slammed in harder, I'm close, baby.

Let go.

I did the orgasm ripped through me like fire.

The storm outside faded to a hum while the one between us finally broke.

The clock read 1 a.m. when silence returned.

We finally fell into bed, lay tangled in the half-light, and breathless, his arm wrapped around my waist, the rhythm of his heartbeat very fast against my back. It was a brief moment of cuddling and regaining our breath after a wild and crazy s*x. I stared at the ceiling, wide-awake.

You’re thinking again, he murmured.

Always, I said. Tell me, what are you thinking about at this time after what we had? he asked, caressing me again.

I hesitated, then whispered, “There’s a file. Project Beaumont. My father’s name is buried in it somewhere. If I can get inside the archives again.

Aliyah, no. He sat up, sheets rustling. You barely got out last time.

I wasn’t prepared. You call that unprepared? His voice broke softer this time, tired. “You scared me, you know that right?”

I turned to face him. You don't have to be scared. I will be fine, searching his face for the part of him that had always believed in me. I can get into buildings. But that file was live, it pinged a remote node before it closed. I can’t trace it without someone who can ghost a footprint, and pull data without leaving a signature. You’re the only one I trust to do that without bringing a hammer down on us. You think I’m scared of them?

“No,” he said quietly. I think you’re scared of stopping. The truth stung.

I reached for his hand. Then don’t stop me. Could you help me? He looked at me for a long time, searching my face for the girl he used to know.

Please tell me what you need, he said finally.

Access to their off-site server. It’s encrypted. I can’t break it alone.

He exhaled. “You always get what you want, don't you, aliyah?” Only when it matters. He leaned in, kissing me again, I’ll handle it. But if anything feels wrong, we walk away. Promise me.

“I promise,” I lied and I felt bad for lying. Damian was the last person on earth I wanted to lie to

He leaned in, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “You’ll be the death of me, Aliyah Monet.”

Inside, I watched him fall asleep in my arms.

Sleep refused to come. I traced idle circles on his skin, my mind miles away. Project Monet. My father’s name is buried in a digital grave. A secret powerful enough to destroy lives or end mine.

Sleep didn’t come. It never did when my mind started chasing ghosts. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, just to distract myself. So I reached for my phone and was shocked to receive a notification from an unknown contact.

Unknown Number: You shouldn’t have gone into Damian’s office, Aliyah. My breath caught. Another ping.

Unknown Number: You’ve been looking for the wrong man.

The phone slipped from my hand as the screen flickered again this time showing a live feed of my apartment.

The camera panned slowly… until it stopped on us. On me. Lying in Adrian’s arms.

And then the message blinked one last time:

“He’s not who you think he is.”

Who is this? And how much does he know?