Chapter 3
Evelyn
I gasped sharply as Victor thrust forward, his thick cock forcing its way past my slick folds, stretching me open in one powerful stroke.
The panties stayed pulled aside, the soaked black fabric rubbing against my swollen clit with every inch he buried inside me.
He was so big—hot, pulsing, filling me completely until I felt him hit deep, pressing against my cervix.
A broken moan tore from my throat, my back arching off the walnut desk as my body clenched around the invasion.
"Oh god... Victor..." I whimpered, my voice trembling.
My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, heels digging into his lower back.
Some paper stuck to my sweaty skin, my exposed breasts bouncing with each shallow breath.
He didn't give me time to adjust. He pulled back almost all the way, the fat head of his cock dragging along my inner walls, then slammed back in, setting a brutal rhythm that made the heavy desk creak beneath us.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, his voice low and rough, one hand pinning my hip down while the other squeezed my breast hard, pinching the nipple until sparks of pleasure-pain shot straight to my core.
Every thrust made wet, obscene sounds echo in the office—my pussy so drenched that it squelched loudly around his shaft, juices dripping down to soak the edge of the desk.
He leaned over me, his mouth latching onto my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks as he pounded deeper.
"Tell me, Evelyn," he rasped against my ear, his breath hot, hips snapping forward so violently my whole body jolted.
"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?
You were hoping Julian's father would bend you over and fuck you raw like this? "
I shook my head frantically, biting my lip to stifle the moans, but my pussy betrayed me, fluttering and gushing around his cock. "N-no... I... I can't..."
Victor laughed darkly, slowing his thrusts to deep, grinding rolls that made his pubic bone crush against my clit.
He reached down, thumb circling that sensitive nub while his cock stayed buried to the hilt, stretching me obscenely.
"Don't lie to me, you little slut. Your cunt is sucking me in like it's starving.
Be honest—have you touched yourself thinking about my cock?
Imagined me ruining you behind Julian's back? "
The words hit like lightning. Shame burned through me, hotter than the pleasure, but the fear of Julian's voice just outside the door only made everything sharper.
I could still hear him in the hallway, his tone rising in frustration.
My ex-fiancé was right there, and here I was, legs spread wide for his father.
Victor thrust hard again, hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Answer me," he demanded, voice commanding. "Have you been fantasizing about your fiancé's father fucking you? Say it."
Tears pricked my eyes as the pressure built unbearably.
My walls clenched rhythmically around his thick length, milking him.
I couldn't hold it anymore. The words spilled out in a broken sob.
"Yes... God, yes... I've wanted it... I've wanted you to fuck me like this for so long.
.. I hoped you would... even when I was with him.
.. I imagined you bending me over, filling me up, using me. .."
Victor groaned, a deep, primal sound. "Fucking hell, you dirty little whore," he cursed viciously.
His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise as he suddenly pulled out of me with a wet pop.
I cried out at the emptiness, but before I could protest, he hauled me up off the desk like I weighed nothing.
He spun me around and slammed my back against the cool wall beside the bookshelf.
My micro dress was still bunched uselessly around my waist, breasts spilling free, nipples stiff and aching.
He hooked one of my legs over his arm, yanking my panties even further aside, and drove back into me in a single savage thrust. The new angle made him go impossibly deeper, his cock battering my cervix with every powerful stroke.
"Victor—ahh!" I moaned loudly, unable to control myself. My nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt as he fucked me against the wall, each thrust lifting me onto my toes. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room—my ass bouncing against the wall, my juices running down my thighs.
Julian's voice grew slightly louder outside. The sound sent ice through my veins even as molten pleasure flooded my body. The terror of being caught mixed with the relentless pounding of Victor's cock, pushing me higher.
"You love this, don't you?" Victor grunted, his hand wrapping around my throat lightly, tilting my head back so he could stare into my eyes. "Getting railed by your ex's dad while he's right outside. Such a greedy little cunt."
I nodded desperately, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks. "Yes... I'm sorry... I can't stop... it feels too good..." My pussy spasmed wildly around him, the coil in my belly tightening painfully.
He fucked me harder, hips pistoning like a machine, the base of his cock grinding against my clit with every deep plunge.
My breasts jiggled violently between us, sensitive nipples brushing his chest. The fear spiked as Julian's voice came closer for a moment—muffled footsteps, then moving away again—sending me over the edge.
The orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave.
"Victor, I'm coming... Oh fuck!" I wailed, my entire body convulsing.
My walls clamped down on his cock like a vice, gushing hot fluids around him as waves of blinding pleasure ripped through me.
I cried openly, sobs mixing with broken moans, my vision blurring as the spasms wracked my body.
My leg trembled uncontrollably over his arm, toes curling, every muscle seizing in ecstasy and terror.
Victor kept thrusting through it, prolonging the climax until it became too much. "That's it, come on my cock like the slut you are," he growled, his own rhythm growing erratic.
The mind-shattering pleasure and the constant terror of Julian discovering us overwhelmed me completely. My cries turned into weak whimpers as another smaller wave hit, my body jerking and twitching. Black spots danced in my vision. I felt myself slipping, consciousness fading under the intensity.
With one final, shuddering spasm, my head lolled forward against Victor's shoulder. My eyes fluttered shut as I passed out, still impaled on his thick cock, tears drying on my cheeks, body limp and twitching with aftershocks.
Julian's voice dragged me out of the darkness.
"I don't give a fuck about your rules—this is my house!"
My head was still foggy. The argument outside stabbed at my temples. I frowned in irritation, yanking at whatever was covering me, trying to block out the noise so I could sink back into unconsciousness.
Wait. Julian? My eyes snapped open. My whole body jolted. My brain kicked into gear.
My gaze moved stiffly. Dark leather couch. Unfamiliar ceiling. The thing covering me was a men's suit jacket—clearly Victor's. Memory flooded back in a way that physically hurt.
I'd fucked the Don of New York's underworld. My ex-fiancé's father. The man who might be responsible for my father's disappearance. Worse, I'd screamed louder during it than I ever had in my life.
I closed my eyes in agony, genuinely wishing this couch would swallow me whole.
The AC was cranked high. The room was toasty, completely sealed off from the autumn chill outside. But goosebumps crawled across my skin anyway. Because under this jacket, I was wearing nothing.
"Mr. Moretti is working. No interruptions, Julian."
Luca's voice—Victor's massive bodyguard—filtered through the door. A shiver ran through me.
I hadn't seen Luca often, but I knew he stuck to Victor like glue. I was certain he'd been standing outside the entire time.
God, had he heard anything?
How soundproof was that door? If Luca had heard everything...
Fuck. I'd never wanted to disappear more in my life.
"Then why isn't Evelyn anywhere in the entire manor? I've searched from the basement to the attic!"
A dull thud. Julian slammed his fist against the door.
My heart lurched. If Julian pushed through that door, he'd see me naked under his father's jacket, sprawled on his father's couch, reeking of his father's scent, with his father's...
If that happened, I'd rather jump out the window. No joke.
"If you like that jacket, I'll get you two more."
Victor's voice came from my right. That's when I realized I'd been twisting his coat into a wreck.
I turned my head. Victor sat in an armchair beside the couch, legs crossed, holding a book face-down on his knee. He'd changed shirts. His hair was perfectly in place. He looked like the only thing he'd done for the past few hours was sit here and read quietly.
The speed at which this man cleaned up after raw, animalistic sex was frankly obscene.
"You passed out," Victor stated—a fact I already knew.
"I know." I clenched my jaw.
"For forty minutes."
A wave of inappropriate shame hit me. I swear, it wasn't entirely my fault. Not many women could handle Victor at full force.
"Your stamina needs work." He set the book on the armrest and stood, his long legs carrying him toward me. "You blacked out halfway through. Made the second half pretty boring."
Heat rushed to my face. "That's because I haven't been sleeping well."
True enough. I'd gone weeks without a full night's sleep searching for clues about my father's disappearance. Still, the excuse sounded weak.
"You should work out." Victor stopped beside the couch, looking down at me, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I'm not into corpses."
"Can you not discuss your kinks right now? Your son's about to break down the door!" I tried to redirect.
As if on cue, Julian's pounding intensified.
"Victor! Are you in there?"
The struggle outside escalated. I could hear Luca still trying to maintain his professional composure, but Julian's patience was evaporating fast. "Open up! I need to talk to you anyway!"
I shot up in panic. The oversized jacket slid off my shoulder, exposing most of my chest. Victor's gaze latched on instantly, burning hot enough to make my scalp tingle. I grabbed the jacket, clutching the lapels over my chest.
Jesus, my thighs were still trembling. I absolutely could not handle being pinned to this couch again. And Julian was right outside!
"He's coming in." I kept my voice low, my temples throbbing. "Now's not the time to critique my fitness level."
Victor watched me, perfectly calm, as if sleeping with his son's fiancée didn't warrant a shred of panic. He just looked amused at my frantic scrambling.
"Let's discuss something more interesting." Victor leaned down, his thumb brushing my lower lip. "You have two options, Evelyn."
Outside, Julian's voice spiked. "Luca, I'm warning you. Move, or I'll tear you and that door down!"
"Stay Julian's fiancée," Victor said, completely unfazed. His voice was low and steady, creating an absurd contrast with the chaos in the hallway. "Or become Julian's stepmother."
Both options were insane.
Stay Julian's fiancée? I'd ruled that out months ago. Become his stepmother? Even worse. Being with my ex-fiancé's father—the sheer fucked-up incest of it was enough to give me an aneurysm.
But I had no choice.
Hours ago, I'd tearfully confessed my supposed long-standing crush on him.
I couldn't let him know I was lying. I needed to stay alive. I needed to stay close to find clues about my father.
I looked into Victor's eyes and softened my expression as much as I could.
"You're the only one I want, Victor."
Victor's eyes narrowed slightly. Then he straightened and turned toward the door.
"Julian."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried absolute authority. The noise in the hallway cut off instantly.
"Go to your room."
"I'm looking for Evelyn!" Julian's voice was both furious and hurt. "She said she'd come find me, then vanished. I've searched the entire manor except your—"
"I won't say it twice."
Classic Victor. No explanation. No negotiation. Not even for his son.
"Fuck." Julian cursed outside.
Heavy footsteps retreated down the hall—Julian's resentment was obvious. Luca's polite, placating voice followed. "Julian, perhaps we should look elsewhere? I heard the garden surveillance has blind spots. Maybe Miss Gray went that way."
The voices faded. Then disappeared entirely.
I collapsed back into the couch.
"He's gone," I muttered, my fingers still trembling uncontrollably.
Victor turned back to me.
"You can't stall forever." He slid his hands into his pockets casually. "Julian will find out eventually."
"I know." I dropped my gaze, layering my voice with just the right amount of regret. "But Victor, I can't really be with you. Even though I want to, it's too much. Julian's your son, after all."
I paused. Lifted my head. Locked my eyes on his face. "And my father would never allow it."
When I said "father," I didn't even blink. I searched desperately in those deep blue eyes—a microexpression, a pupil contraction, any thread connecting this man to my father's disappearance.
Nothing. That face was handsome, cold, flawless.
"Since you won't be my woman, perhaps we can work together differently." Victor ignored my clumsy performance entirely. He turned and walked back to the walnut desk.
The same desk where he'd just fucked me. The dark surface still had suspicious wet marks.
He pulled open a drawer and withdrew a file. "I need a private legal counsel."
He placed the file on the desk, his fingers tapping the cover twice, unhurried.
"Your specialty is corporate law and financial crime. You're licensed. You're managing your father's firm now." He recited these facts like reading a resume—smooth and accurate. How much he knew about me sent chills down my spine.
He'd investigated me. I forced down the surge of fear.
"I own a considerable number of businesses that require legal services. Some need regular contract reviews, compliance handling, and potential legal disputes addressed."
He lifted his head, his sharp gaze pressing down on me with aggressive intensity.
"You'll do it." Not a request. An order.
My brain raced.
Every nerve screamed this was a trap. Victor Moretti didn't need lawyers. He could hire the most expensive, skilled, morally bankrupt legal teams in the country. He didn't need a twenty-five-year-old woman who'd just crawled out of his closet, still covered in his cum, to be his legal counsel.
But on the other hand.
Staying close to Victor—for any reason—was exactly what I needed.
If my father's disappearance was connected to this man, the truth was here. I just had to find it.
I took a deep breath and met his gaze.
"Alright." I heard my voice, dry but firm. "I'll do it."
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