Caught Between My Fiancee And His Ex Best Friend

Chapter 4

Amaya

I arrived at Moretti Towers at exactly 8:00 a.m., the same as always. Professional smile in place, coffee for Adrian in hand, tablet ready with today’s schedule.

Adrian was already in his office. The moment I walked in, his eyes scanned me from head to toe like he was checking his property.

“Good morning, Mr. Moretti,” I said formally, placing the coffee on his desk.

He stood up, walked around the desk, and pulled me close by the waist. His lips brushed my ear.

“You look so beautiful, Ammie. Did you think about me this morning?”

My cheeks burned. “We’re at work.”

“That’s never stopped me before.” His hand slid down to squeeze my ass briefly. He spun me around and bent me over his massive mahogany desk. The city skyline stretched out in front of me through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Anyone with binoculars could see us if they tried hard enough.

Adrian flipped my dress up and groaned at the sight of my bare, glistening p***y.

“Look at you… already dripping for me.” He ran two fingers along my slit, spreading my wetness.

“This p***y knows who it belongs to.”

He dropped to his knees behind me and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue attacked my c**t with ruthless precision, licking, sucking, f*****g me with it until my legs shook. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, but desperate moans still escaped.

“Adrian… oh god…”

He stood up, unzipped his pants, and rubbed the thick head of his c**k along my folds.

“Tell me who this p***y belongs to, Ammie.”

“You,” I gasped. “It’s yours, Adrian.”

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying every inch. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he started pounding me hard. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the office. His heavy balls slapped against my c**t with every deep stroke.

“f**k, you feel so good,” he groaned, gripping my hips like handles. “This is my future wife’s p***y. I’m going to fill you with my c*m every day after we’re married. Breed you until your belly swells.”

His dirty words sent me over the edge. I came hard, clenching and pulsing around his thick c**k.

Adrian f****d me straight through it, then pulled out and spun me around.

He lifted me onto the desk, spread my legs wide, and drove back inside me. The new angle hit even deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he f****d me mercilessly, his mouth sucking on my t**s through the dress.

“Look at me while I f**k you,” he demanded.

Our eyes locked. His gaze was dark, possessive, and victorious. He pounded me faster, the desk creaking under us, until he buried himself deep and came with a low groan, flooding my p***y with thick, hot spurts of c*m.

He stayed inside me, grinding slowly, pushing his seed deeper.

“You’re mine, Amaya. Don’t ever forget that.”

The s*x was quick.

We cleaned up and he switched instantly into CEO mode. “We have the board meeting at 10. Prepare the Q3 projections. And cancel my lunch with the investors, reschedule for tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.”

The day moved fast, but the tension never left. Every time I entered his office to drop documents, Adrian found ways to touch me, a hand on my lower back, fingers brushing mine too long, a heated look when no one was watching. During the board meeting, I sat beside him taking notes while his hand rested on my knee under the table, slowly sliding higher until I had to press my thighs together.

My phone vibrated.

Kael: We need to talk. In person. Now.

I deleted the message immediately.

Kael was waiting outside my apartment when I got home after work, leaning against his car. His eyes brightened when he saw me.

I look at him. “Kael, what are you doing here?”

“How could you go back to someone who cheated on you Amaya?”

My eyes flashed with guilt before I looked away. “I’m his fiancée, Kael. And his personal assistant. I have a life.”

“Personal assistant?” he let out a bitter laugh. “You mean the chains he wrapped around you. The job he gave you so he could keep you close. I know more than you think.” He leaned forward, keeping his voice down. “I was his best friend for eight years, Amaya. I saw how he operates. You’re not the first assistant he’s f****d and tried to marry for appearances. He likes control. And you… you’re the perfect image.”

My face burned. “Kael… we can't do this anymore.”

He didn’t listen. He grabbed my wrist, pulled me inside, and slammed the door shut. The second it closed, he shoved me against the wall and kissed me like a man possessed.

Kael’s kiss was wild, angry, and starving. His hands roamed possessively, squeezing my ass, gripping my throat lightly.

“You let him f**k you today, didn’t you?” he growled, biting my lower lip.

Before I could answer, he yanked my dress up and thrust two thick fingers into my p***y.

He dropped to his knees, threw one of my legs over his shoulder, and devoured me. He sucked my juices, licking and fingering me until I was shaking and moaning shamelessly.

“Kael… f**k… please…”

He stood up, freed his massive c**k, thick, veined, and rock hard, and lifted me up. My back hit the wall as he thrust into me in one savage stroke, stretching me wide open.

I screamed.

“This p***y is mine too now,” he growled, choking me lightly while pounding into me. “You can lie to yourself and stay with that bastard, but your body knows the truth. It craves my cock.”

He carried me to the couch, bent me over the back of it, and f****d me even harder from behind. The sound of his hips slapping my ass was obscene. He spanked me repeatedly, leaving red handprints as he railed me.

“Say my name,” he demanded, yanking my hair.

“Kael!” I cried out, cumming hard around him.

He didn’t stop. He f****d me through my orgasm, then pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and slid back inside. He pinned my wrists above my head and f****d me with long, powerful strokes, staring into my eyes the entire time.

“You’re getting addicted, aren’t you, princess?” he taunted.

I came again, screaming, my p***y gushing around him. Kael groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt, flooding me with rope after rope of hot c*m.

We collapsed together, breathing heavily.

For a moment, he held me gently, stroking my hair. Then his voice turned serious.

“Adrian isn’t who you think he is, Amaya. He’s been lying to you for years.

My heart skipped.

Before I could ask what he meant, my phone rang on the table. Adrian’s name flashed on the screen.