I BELONG TO MY DAD’S BEST FRIEND

Dripping On His Couch.

ISLA’S POV ~

The phone call from my father should have ended everything.

Instead, it lit the fuse.

“Don’t move,” he muttered near my ear, the words barely a breath. His grip on my waist tightened- just enough to warn, just enough to send another unwanted spark straight down my spine.

I should have been mortified. I should have shoved him away, demanded space, anything. Instead, my body betrayed me.

My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure he could feel it. How the hell was I supposed to stay still when the man I’d secretly fantasized about for years had his bare c**k pressed against me while my own father listened on the line?

It took me so much restraint not to raise my dress and arch properly for his c**k to penetrate. Even if he doesn’t penetrate, at least i would feel his thickness. I wanted to feel every inch of him.

Self-control? I had zero. None. Not with him this close. Not when slick heat was already coating my inner thighs.

“Volkov, are you there?”

“I’m listening, Prescott.” Caspian’s voice came out perfectly steady, but his storm-gray eyes bored into mine over my shoulder, daring me to crack first. Testing how far he could push before I broke.

I was failing spectacularly.

Every heartbeat sent fresh wetness flooding between my legs. The longer he stared, the tighter the coil low in my belly wound. My n*****s pebbled painfully against the silk dress i was putting on. I fought not to squirm, not to rock back against that tempting pressure, but a tiny helpless moan slipped out anyway when the thick head of his bulging c**k nudged my c**t again.

“Quiet,” he breathed, lips brushing the shell of my ear. His thumb stroked slow, filthy circles along the side of my throat, possessive, claiming, while his free hand slid down and palmed my ass in a hard, bruising squeeze. His fingers dug into soft flesh, pulling me back just enough that his c**k dragged firmly between my cheeks through the silk. The friction made my toes curl hard against the couch.

“Volkov… everything alright over there? You sound off.”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Caspian’s tone never wavered, even as he squeezed my ass again, harder this time, like he was fighting the same war I was. “Isla’s safe. She’s with me. I’ll update you once she’s settled in properly.”

The second the call ended with a sharp click, the leash snapped.

Caspian spun me roughly onto my back on the wide couch. I barely had time to gasp before his mouth was at my ear again, hot breath sending shivers racing down my spine.

“You’ve become a very bad girl, Isla,” he rasped, voice thick with barely leashed hunger. His big hand rounded over my ass again, fingers slipping lower until they brushed the soaked silk right over my dripping p***y. “This… whatever the f**k this is… should never repeat itself again.”

But he didn’t step back. If anything, the space between us seemed to shrink. The head of his c**k nudged closer, brushing the silk right over my center. A tiny, involuntary sound escaped my throat.

His jaw clenched hard enough to tick. “Fuck.”

I swallowed, throat dry. “Then why did you agree to take me?”

His fingers flexed on my waist. For a heartbeat, I thought he might pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, lips hovering near my ear. “Because your father asked. And because I told myself I could handle one spoiled little troublemaker for a few weeks.”

The words should have stung. They didn’t. Not when his body was telling a completely different story.

I shifted—just a fraction—testing. The contact sent electricity racing through me. His breath hitched.

“Careful,” he growled again, but this time it sounded more like a plea than a threat. “You have no idea what you’re playing with.”

My pulse thundered. Part of me wanted to push harder, to see how far that famous control of his would crack. The other part—the one still raw from Tyler’s betrayal—whispered that this was exactly how I ended up broken. Wanting someone who would only see me as a complication.

Before I could decide which voice to listen to, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the hallway.

A woman.