His father’s obsession with me

Warning and weakness

Damien’s POV

After I left Elara’s dorm, I drove straight back to the party. The music was still loud, but the crowd had thinned a little. I knew exactly what kind of trouble my son was getting into. Kael was never one to stay faithful, especially on his own birthday. I had seen this too many times before.

I pushed through the people, searching every corner of the living room and kitchen. No sign of him. Then something clicked in my mind the guest room upstairs. That was always his favorite spot for his little games.

I climbed the stairs two at a time and opened the door without knocking. There he was. Kael was on the bed with two girls, their clothes half off, moaning and laughing. One girl was riding him while the other kissed his neck. The room smelled of alcohol and s*x.

I felt disgust rise in my chest. “Get out,” I said loudly to the two girls.

They looked up, startled, and quickly grabbed their clothes. They rushed past me and out of the room. Kael sat up, pulling the sheet over himself, looking annoyed.

“Hey, what the hell, Dad?” he complained.

I stepped closer, my voice low and angry. “You left your girlfriend in the middle of your own party. She’s gone. She was attacked by some men on the street. If it wasn’t for me, who knows what would have happened to her.”

Kael shrugged like it was nothing. “She’s a big girl. She can take care of herself.”

I grabbed his shoulder hard. “And I don’t want you bringing any other girls into my house anymore. This is my home, not your personal playground. Grow up, Kael. Elara is a good girl. She doesn’t deserve this.”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’re always overreacting.”

I stared at him for a long moment, then turned and left the room. My blood was boiling. I knew my son too well. He was a playboy through and through. But Elara… she was different. Young, innocent, and now caught in the middle. I couldn’t stop thinking about her soft body under mine, the way she moaned my name, and how she couldn’t say no even when guilt filled her eyes. I needed to protect her even if it meant keeping her away from my own son.

Elara’s POV

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was dark and quiet, but my mind was loud. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Damien told me at the party that Kael was a playboy who used girls. But that wasn’t the main issue anymore. The real problem was Damien himself.

I kept remembering his strong hands on my ass, the way he lifted me so easily, and how hard he f****d me right here on this same bed. His thick c**k stretching me, his deep groans, the way he kissed my forehead before leaving. My body still felt sore and warm from him. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his intense dark eyes looking down at me.

“This is the last time,” I whispered to myself. “It was a mistake. It won’t happen again. I have a boyfriend. Damien is his father. I have to stop this.”

My phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand. I picked it up quickly. It was Kael calling. My heart jumped a little.

I answered. “Hello?”

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Kael said right away. His voice sounded tired but sweet. “I had a really bad headache at the party. I left early to rest for a while. I didn’t want to ruin your night. Forgive me?”

I let out a long breath. Hearing his apology made my mind feel calmer. Maybe Damien was just lying to get close to me again. Maybe he was saying those bad things about Kael so he could sleep with me. Kael sounded genuine. He cared enough to call and explain.

“It’s okay,” I said softly. “I was worried about you.”

We talked for a few more minutes. He promised to make it up to me soon. When I hung up, I felt better. Kael wasn’t perfect, but he was my boyfriend. I had only been with him for a week, and I wanted to give him a chance.

But the problem was Damien. I couldn’t resist him. His touch made my whole body burn. His eyes looked at me like he could see through all my lies. Oh my god, help me. How was I supposed to stay away when every time he was near, I felt that same hungry pull between my legs?

I pulled the blanket tighter around me and tried to sleep. Tomorrow I would focus on Kael. I would forget about Damien and the way he made me scream. This secret had to stay buried. It couldn’t happen again.

But even as I thought that, a small voice in my head whispered that it might already be too late.