PLEASURED BY MY ENEMY'S FATHER

Nyra’s POV My hand hovered over the elevator button, though I didn’t need to press it. The doors slid open on their own, and I forced myself to breathe slowly, telling myself this was just another interview. Nineteen, fresh out of the orphanage system, and yet somehow… here I was, walking into the lair of Wilthon Rachford, the man whose name alone could make the city’s richest tremble. The office door swung open before I could knock, and I froze. He was taller than I expected, broad-shouldered, every inch the alpha everyone whispered about. His dark hair fell casually over a sharp jawline, softening the edges without taking away from the intensity in his eyes. And those eyes… turquoise blue, piercing, almost alive… locked on me, and I felt like I had just stepped into a cage. Heat prickled along my skin, and my stomach tightened in warning. Something about him… it wasn’t just the power in his presence. It was something older, deeper, vibrating under his calm exterior. A pulse I couldn’t ignore. “You’re Nyra Patterson,” he said, low and deliberate, like each word had been measured and sharpened. My throat went dry. I swallowed, barely nodding. I wanted to speak, to introduce myself properly, but my voice refused to obey. He stepped closer. Not too close… he didn’t need to, but close enough that I could feel it, like the air itself bent around him. There was a scent… earthy, metallic, dangerous, that made the hairs on my arms rise. My instincts screamed at me to step back, but my curiosity rooted me in place. “Your résumé is… impressive,” he continued, tilting his head slightly. The faint smirk at the corner of his mouth made something stir in me, I didn’t recognize. “But impressive isn’t always enough.” Then I felt it. A thrum, low and insistent, vibrating under my skin. My pulse spiked, and I instinctively straightened, trying to pretend I hadn’t noticed. But his gaze sharpened at the same moment, almost as if he sensed it too. For a heartbeat, I saw it… the wolf behind the man, wild and dangerous, testing me. I swallowed hard, every nerve screaming that this was wrong. That this was dangerous. That I should turn around and run. But something deeper, older, whispered that I wasn’t meant to. Not yet. And in that instant, I knew my life had changed. The air between us was heavier, thicker, charged with something I couldn’t name… and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I stepped fully into the office, forcing myself to meet his gaze. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to stay on guard, but his presence was magnetic, pulling me closer even as my mind demanded I keep my distance. The room smelled faintly of cedar and leather, rich and sharp, and somehow, impossibly, it made my chest tighten. Wilthon didn’t sit. He lingered behind his massive desk, hands resting lightly on the polished surface, fingers long and sure. “You’re confident,” he said. There’s something in his tone that made me gulp, like he was testing me. “Most people your age don’t walk in here like they belong.” I swallowed. “I’ve learned to survive,” I said carefully, letting my words be neutral, unreadable. He studied me, and I felt it again… the pull, subtle but undeniable. My heart was racing in ways that had nothing to do with nerves. I could sense something in him, something dangerous simmering just beneath that calm exterior, and yet… I wanted to see it, to feel it. Then he leaned forward slightly, just enough that the distance between us shrank. His eyes flicked over me, slow and deliberate, and heat skated down my spine. “Survival,” he murmured, almost to himself. “That’s interesting… for someone who looks so fragile.” Fragile. I bristled at the word, but before I could answer, his hand brushed against a stack of papers on the desk… and the vibration through the surface felt like it was running straight up my arm. My chest tightened, my skin tingled, and I had to close my eyes for a split second, just to steady myself. When I opened them, he was closer than before, his gaze unrelenting, like he could see past my carefully constructed walls. “There’s something about you,” he said, voice dropping lower, rougher, almost a growl. “Something… unusual.” My breath hitched. I could feel it too, the thread of something wild, something alive connecting us, pulling tighter the longer we stood there. I had never felt anything like it, not with anyone. It was dangerous, intoxicating, and terrifying all at once. I wanted to step back. I wanted to leave. But my legs felt rooted to the floor. Every nerve in my body screamed that this man was dangerous. That he was not someone I could touch, not someone I could survive being nearby. And yet… the pull was undeniable. His eyes softened fractionally, just enough that I felt a crack in my control, a flicker of vulnerability. “Be careful, Nyra,” he said, almost a whisper. “You don’t know what you’re stepping into.” I swallowed, my heart pounding, aware of how close he was. “Neither do you,” I replied. I could not recognize the sound of my own voice as my pulse was racing wildly. “Are you sure you want to work with me? I might ask for more…” he caressed my cheek that I gasped. My lips parted on how sensual his touch was. Damn it! I should not be feeling this way right now. This is wrong! I am here to work and not to– I stopped thinking when he suddenly snaked his arm around my waist. Now I could smell his perfume. Why does it feel so nice to be this near to him? No, Nyra! Focused! You need to pull yourself together, or he will think you are a slut trying to seduce him! “I…” I cleared my throat as I tried to sound normal. “I really need this job.” I was trembling. I could not stop it. This is not good. Mr. Rachford’s eyes gazed longer than I could stand. My heart beats wildly, I could already hear it. “Marry me, and you will no longer have to work!” he replied. I was stunned. Too flabbergasted that I pushed him hard. I stumble on my feet a little without his arm around my body. “What? Are you crazy?” I exclaimed, not believing what I was hearing. “Take it or leave it, Ms. Patterson. You are not even a college graduate. There are others out there who can do this job better,” he said. “Please, Mr. Rachford. I learned fast and–” “I have already said what I need to say, Ms. Patterson. If you cannot abide with my condition, you know where the exit is,” he said, without even blinking. I swallowed hard. Tears began to form in my eyes, but I know, crying won’t help me in this situation. This man is heartless like his damn son. “But, Sir–” “I will only hire you if you give yourself to me. Marry me,” he insisted. I swear to God I wanted to smash his face. But I know I can’t do that. He began turning his back on me, and I was already panicking. Oh, no! This is my only hope. There will be no other opportunity to get near this man. I took a deep breath and bravely spoke. “Fine! I will do it!” He looked at me, raising his eyebrow. “What?” he seemed amused, while I was on the verge of crying. “I said,” trying to sound courageous, though my legs are trembling, “I am willing to marry you!” I don’t know if what I was doing was right. But I was desperate. He smirked, showing his perfect set of white teeth. And before I could sense what was coming next, he strode fast and detached the space between us. He caged my face with his large hands and smashed his lips into mine. I was stunned. My first kiss! s**t! I didn’t know what to do, or how to react. All I knew was that he was kissing me like I am his property. I did not even know what to do or how to react. “Kiss me back!” he ordered. I opened my eyes, only to meet is intense gaze. How would I kiss him back when I didn’t even know how to do it. “Kiss me back, I said!” his tone is more impatient now. I closed my eyes and tried to copy what he was doing. I have never kissed anyone before, so I did not know if kissing is as good as this one. I could feel a sensation I had never felt before. My mind was in complete haywire. What the hell is happening to me? Even the touch of his togue to mine was giving me waves of electricity down my in-thighs. Damn! Is this what they call pleasure when being intimate to someone? I wished they had at least given us a heads-up in the orphanage. Mr. Rachford’s hand travelled at my back, down to my butt and squeezed it. I moaned even before realizing it. “Ahh!” I gasped as he tilted my head and sucked a spot between my neck and collarbone. God, this felt so good. I could literally feel something hot down there. My panties were getting wet from the kiss. “f**k! I could smell your arousal already! Damn it!” he growled. He carried me and made me sit on his table. “Are you wet now, Nyra?” he asked in his husky and sexy voice. Damn it! I held my breath, still feeling tipsy with how he made me feel after kissing me like that. “I can make you come right now, baby…” he whispered. I gasped as I felt his hand caress my right leg. “Ahh! Wait!” his hand went higher and he'd already touching my thigh. “Shh… you will love this,” he murmured, then I felt his finger on my sensitive flesh. My panties became useless when his finger drew a circle around my c**t, stroking so gently that my lips were left ajar. “Hmm,” I closed my eyes. I could feel my flesh pulsating as he continued what he was doing. “So, you like that?” I heard him ask. s**t! Did he really need to ask? Was it not obvious? I was already dripping wet. “Ah!” another moan escaped my lips, because this time he inserted his fingers inside my panties, then started rubbing my folds. I sucked a deep breath and arched my back as he tried to insert one finger inside me. It was a bit painful, yet the sensation was giving me more pleasure than I expected. “Damn it! I really want to do this!” he muttered under his breath and wrecked that poor little garment that was covering my gem. But what he did next was too sudden and too unexpected. I swear, I almost screamed when he spread my legs wide and look at my wet core. “That is mine! Only mine! You understand?” his gaze was too possessive and dangerous. Then, without a warning, he delved into my core, leaving me utterly shocked with the new heights of sensation that almost made me cry. I closed my eyes tightly as I unconsciously gripped his hair tightly. My other hand was on his shoulder. He was kissing me down there like he was kissing my lips earlier. And his tongue… oh, God. His tongue was doing wonders on my c**t. He was licking the center line, then sucked my c**t, making me scream in so much pleasure. “Damn it! You’re so sweet, baby…” I heard him say. But I could no longer respond. I was drowned with the strange feeling as something hot was forming in my womb. “Oh, Mr. Rachford! Ahh!” my body jolted as his tongue brushed my core. The oozing wetness became harder to ignore. Until my whole body trembled when something inside me exploded. I didn’t realize I was biting my lower lip hard. Maybe this was the climax that all the romance novel was talking about. He did not stop. And so a surge of immeasurable pleasure ran into my system. I felt like crying due to the intensity of that moment. I gasped and moaned when I finally felt like releasing everything. He licked me clean. I was panting really hard, my eyes still closed. I could not believe what had just happened. Then, he kissed me again. He was wilder now. I kissed him back, but I was still catching my breath from the new experience. “You will have more, baby… I can guarantee you that…” he whispered and captured my lips again for another searing kiss. Shit! Maybe I’m doomed! *** A/N: Hello guys! I hope you like this story. I will give this more update in April. Happy Reading!