Mated To My Ex’s Father

A Night To Remember

TALIA’S POV

I didn’t know how we got to the room. One minute, we were kissing each other in the hall way and the next we’re here.

All I could feel was him.

His lips were warm. soft. They tasted like rum and whisky. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or just him, but I felt lightheaded like I was being pulled into something I couldn’t escape.

We moved until my back hit the wall and his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that stole my breath. When he pulled back, I gasped, needing more. His lips found my neck, and I tilted my head without thinking.

He latched onto a spot just under my jaw, sucked hard, and a moan slipped from my lips.

“Damn,” I breathed.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Every movement was slow, deliberate, and confident like he’d dreamed of this moment and was finally letting himself indulge.

His hand slid down my side, then gripped my ass and pulled me flush against him. I could feel him—hard, thick, pressing into me like he belonged there. Like I belonged to him.

His touch wasn’t gentle. But It wasn’t rushed either.

It was careful and he moved like am expert.

Maybe I should’ve stopped him. Maybe I should’ve said no.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

My hands clutched the front of his shirt, my fingers curling into the fabric as my body leaned into his. I wanted more—needed more.

Every nerve in my body screamed for release. Between my thighs, I throbbed with aching heat. I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner legs, wet and shameless.

Dominic pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, and his breathing uneven.

“f**k, you smell so good,” he said. His voice was low and raw. “We can stop. Just say the word.”

But stopping wasn’t even in my mind.

“Don’t,” I whispered. “Please… don’t stop.”

That was all it took.

He lifted me effortlessly, like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the bed. My back hit the sheets, and they were cool against my overheated skin.

He hovered over me, his eyes scanning my body with a hunger that made my chest tighten.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

I turned my face away, suddenly shy.

He growled low in his throat. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

His lips returned to my neck, trailing down until he reached the top of my dress. His fingers slid beneath it, moving slowly up my thigh. My legs parted on instinct, welcoming his touch.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered against my skin. “Is this all for me, Talia?”

My lips parted, but no words came. Shame and desire tangled deep inside me.

He chuckled darkly. It vibrated through me. Then he peeled my dress up over my head.

No bra. Just a pair of thin, black lace panties clinging to my damp skin.

“f**k,” he muttered, eyes locked on my chest. “You’re killing me.”

I reached for his shirt, yanking it up. He let me undress him piece by piece, until his bare chest was in front of me—broad, sculpted, with scars that made him more sexier.

His hands roamed across my stomach, then up to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my n*****s, making them harden. I let out a soft moan, my hips lifting slightly off the bed.

“More,” I breathed.

His mouth closed over one n****e, sucking gently, then harder. My fingers tangled in his hair as he moved to the other one, lavishing it with the same attention.

My body writhed beneath him, desperate for friction.

His hand slipped between my legs, pressing against the damp lace.

“Already this wet?” he said, his voice thick with lust.

“Please,” I whimpered.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down, eyes never leaving mine. Then he knelt between my legs, spreading them apart with both hands.

My heart raced and my body trembled.

And then his mouth was on me.

He licked slowly at first, like he wanted to savor the taste. Then he focused on my c**t, sucking gently until I gasped, my hips bucking.

“Oh God… Dominic.”

He groaned against me, the vibration making my thighs shake. His fingers slid inside me — first one, then two—while his tongue worked in circles that made my vision blur.

I shattered.

The orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing hard and fast. I screamed his name, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Before I could catch my breath, he was over me again, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips.

My hand slipped between us, my fingers tracing the bulge in his pants. I unzipped him, and carefully wrapped my hands around his length.

He was hot. Hard. Huge.

“s**t,” I muttered.

He smirked. “You like that?”

I nodded slowly, still trying to catch my breath.

He leaned over me, guiding himself to my entrance, his hands on my hips.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Just do it,” I whispered. “I want to forget everything.”

His brows pulled together. “Have you ever...?”

I shook my head.

His jaw clenched. “Talia… I’ll tear you apart.”

I held onto his neck, pulled him closer, and whispered, “I want to be ripped apart by you.”

That was all it took.

He pushed inside slowly, and carefully.

The stretch was deep, thick, and almost too much. I cried out, pain mixing with pleasure, and my nails dug into his shoulders.

When he was fully inside, he stilled.

“You okay?” he asked, breathless.

“Move,” I begged. “Please.”

He started slow. Long, deep thrusts that made my toes curl. My body clung to him, matching his rhythm.

Then he picked up the pace. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

The headboard knocked against the wall, but we didn’t care.

He kissed my temple, his voice husky in my ear. “You feel like heaven, Talia.”

I moaned his name, louder this time.

Then he flipped me onto my hands and knees, pulled my hips back, and slammed into me from behind.

The new angle made stars explode behind my eyes.

“Touch yourself,” he growled.

I obeyed, fingers finding my c**t. One touch, and I was spiraling.

I came again, my body shaking, collapsing onto the bed with a scream muffled into the sheets.

Dominic followed, groaning deep as he emptied himself inside me, his hands gripping my hips like he’d never let go.

For a long time, all we did was breathe.

He collapsed beside me and pulled me into his arms.

I rested my head on his chest, still trembling.

Neither of us spoke.

Because deep down, I knew…

I just did something I shouldn’t have.

And somehow, I wanted to do it all over again.