Chapter 2: Making Out in the Rain

It was two in the morning but Ana is still nowhere to be seen. It's not like it's the first time it happened, but Dominic couldn't get a hold of her. He kept calling her phone, but Ana isn't answering and she's not even seeing his messages.

He was annoyed at first, but as the hand of the clock moved, his annoyance turned to worry.

Dominic was under the rain while gripping the steering wheel of his black Range Rover. He couldn't sit still and decided to drive around places she frequented, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

Finally after hours of reaching out, he received a message from Ana telling him not to wait up.

But he knows better than to do as she says.

For the past two years he's been looking after her, Ana causes nothing but trouble. If she's not drinking around with friends, going on trips without telling him, she's staying outside late. One time, he even received a call from the police station, telling him that Ana got into trouble and he needed to bail her out. He's worried something will happen to her.

*

Dominic arrived at an exclusive party in a bar. He was able to squeeze out the answer from one of Ana's friends by telling him where they were. The place was noisy, and dark. There was a sea of people having a good time, but he was able to see Anna among them.

She was wearing a crop top and a tight leather skirt, obviously drunk out of her mind. She was smiling, laughing and dancing with a man who looked like he was planning something.

What made his blood boil was seeing his hands roaming around Ana's body, touching, grabbing and feeling her until his filthy hands reached her hips, pulling her closer, closing the distance between them. Ana who was obviously so out of it didn't seem to care.

Dominic's jaw tightened in anger, his fists clenching in anger. In a snap, he was already in front of them.

"Get your hands off her," Dominic said calmly, yet the warning is clear.

"Who the fuck are you, bro? Is she your girlfriend? Who cares? This girl seduced me first."

Dominic did not respond. There is no need for words. He let his fist do the talking and it landed on the guy's stupid face. His punch was strong enough to have the drunk man fall on his ass.

Ana witnessed the scene, and she suddenly sobered up, gasping in shock at what happened.

"Dominic!" She yelled, pulling the man away from the guy she was dancing with.

Dominic removed her hold on him and grabbed her arms instead. "We're leaving. Now." He said coldly, not leaving any room for Ana to refuse.

"No! You can't dictate me! You're not my father, Dominic!" Ana said loudly, yanking her arm away from his grasp.

By now, some of the people around them are looking at them, as if they were watching a scene in the movie. However, most of them are drunk so none of them cared enough to interfere.

Dominic turned to look at her, the shirt and pants he was wearing soaked because of the rain. "Do you want to create a scene? Fine with me."

Before Ana can process his words, Dominic is already lifting her in his shoulders like she was just a sack of rice. Ana screamed in shock and she started thrashing in his arms, but it was no use. Dominic was too strong, his hold on her wasn't budging.

It was now pouring outside, drowning out the drunk woman's screams.

"Put me down, Dominic! Who do you think you are? Stop acting like my father because you are not and will never be! I hate you!" Ana screamed while flailing her legs and hitting Dominic's back.

Dominic opened the door of his car and dropped Anna in the passenger seat. He ran his fingers through his wet hair because some of it is sticking to his forehead. He blew out a breath in frustration, placing one hand on his hip and pointing at Ana with the other.

"You're being too much, Ana."

Ana should be angry. She tried to convince herself to stay angry but she became lost for words when she drank him in, when her hazy mind filled with alcohol earlier was replaced by the lust she had for this man.

Dominic was standing there reprimanding her, but his words were drowned out as she scanned him, discreetly biting her lips. His wet shirt was sticking to him like a second skin, showing his bulging muscles and abs. Each time he moves his arms, Ana watches how his biceps move.

"Are you even listening?" Dominic asked Ana who was only staring at him.

Ana shook her head. No, she shouldn't give in. She wanted to forget about him, didn't she? That is why she got drunk in the first place.

Dominic sighed and closed the door, walking around and sitting on the driver's seat. Because the rain was heavy, he was driving slowly and carefully.

The drive was silent and the only sound you can hear is the sound of the pouring rain outside, the wiper, and the sound of their breathing.

"I am not your property. I can go wherever I want, dance with whoever I like." Ana whispered, but Dominic was able to hear her.

"No, but I am still responsible for your well-being, and as long as you are under my roof, you will obey my rules," Dominic said in a hard tone and sighed. "I am only doing this for you, Ana, I promised-"

"My father that you will keep me safe... so on, so forth." Ana interrupted Dominic, rolling her eyes.

Dominic was hoping the rain would stop just so they could reach home, but contrary to what he asked, it poured heavier and there was zero visibility so he had to stop the car in an empty street. He sighed in frustration and looked outside.

"It looks like it's not gonna stop anytime soon." He muttered under his breath.

"I'm cold, Dominic." Ana shivered, making Dom turn to her with a curse, noticing how soaked she was.

He turned up the heat in the car and regretted that he didn't have any jacket in his car.

"Are you still cold?"

"Yes, but I can think of something that could warm me up."

Before Dominic could process her words, Anastasia was already climbing on top of him, squeezing herself between the wheel and Dominic's body.

"Anastasia..." Dominic grumbled, warning the younger woman to not test his patience.

Instead of getting off his lap, Ana made herself comfortable, sitting directly on top of his clothed cock without any space between their wet bodies, creating a spark of fire between them. Ana didn't care about Dom's warning, staring deep into his eyes, leaning closer until they were only a breath apart.

"Don't treat me like a child, Dominic. I am a woman and I want you," she panted, tracing his sharp jaw with her fingers. "I wanted you for more than a year now. I dreamt about you a thousand times." She whispered in his ear, stopping slightly to nip it, smiling when he shivered under her.

Dominic swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly as dry as the Sahara desert. "Ana, please..." He pleaded in a strangled voice.

But it's too late. Ana smashed her lips on his, claiming his lips in a breathtaking, lustful, kiss. It was a kiss full of her pent up frustration and anger for the man. For a second, Dominic didn't move, but when he felt her soft and small hands touching his neck, her soft and warm body on top of him, he found himself returning the kiss with the same fervor–if not more.

He kissed her back with the same intensity, much deeper, more passionate. His hands gripped her thin waist, pulling her closer if that is possible. Their wet bodies cling to one another under the heavy rain outside.

Their lips are equally excited, as if they were both starved. Dominic heard Ana's moans between kisses, tempting him with her every move as she slowly circled her hips on top of him, awakening the sleeping monster underneath.

And for a moment, he wanted to forget. To throw his inhibitions away. But before lust completely consumes him, Dom stopped.

He pulled himself away from the temptress igniting the fire inside him. "No."

Ana panted, whining in disappointment. "But why?"

"Because this is a mistake."

His words felt like an explosion in her ears, she saw determination in his eyes. She knows he meant it.

"This shouldn't have happened. Not now, not ever."

Ana was silent, but something inside her shattered. Tears filled her eyes, but behind them, there was still a flash of fire that not even the pouring rain outside could extinguish.

Chapter 3: Sinful Desire

The only source of light in Ana's dark room was the moon lamp shade beside her bed. Ana was staring at the ceiling, touching her lips as she remembered how soft and sweet Dominic's lips tasted, especially when he kissed her back. The scene kept replaying in her mind, along with the memory of him grabbing her hips to pull her closer and rub against her.

She couldn't forget the feeling of his half-erect shaft rubbing underneath her. It was not fully awake yet, but it felt so long and huge under her clothed lips.

It was sinful yet it was all she ever wanted. She craved it, she longed for it, and she wanted more. Dominic returning her advances caused the fire within her to burst into a large flame that consumed her body.

Ana gulped audibly while laying on her back, legs spread out on top of her queen-sized bed. She couldn't sleep no matter how she tried to. She kept rolling around her bed, fantasizing her godfather, her body warming up the scene that keeps replaying in her mind.

When it felt like she couldn't take it anymore, Ana gave up, and completely surrendered to what she wanted.

Ana's heart beat faster as her fingers slowly crept inside her shorts and thin underwear. She gasped at the feeling of her wet and warm pussy, not because of the rain, but because of the man occupying the room next to her.

She was soaking wet, needy and ready to release the pent up desire she had for the older man.

She closed her eyes, imagining Dominic's lips sucking her neck, leaving a trail of saliva down her body. His heavy body was on top of her, weighing her down in a pleasurable way.

"You're mine." The imaginary Dominic in her mind whispered huskily in her ear, his deep voice similar to how he talked to her in the car.

She started pleasuring herself, moving her fingers in circles while biting her lips to prevent moaning loud, but small whimpers managed to escape her lips at the pleasure she was feeling. She started slowly at first, but as her imagination continued, as she remembered how he held her, how he groaned softly, her fingers moved faster.

"Dominic." She gasped, chanting his name like a prayer, biting her shirt to prevent herself from screaming his name instead.

Her head moved from side to side as if she was possessed, her toes digging in the sheet, curling when she paid attention to her throbbing clit.

Her back arched off the bed as she chased her release and Ana bit her arm to silence herself when she came hard, her whole body trembling and her eyes saw nothing but white.

*

At the other side of the room, Dominic was sitting quietly on the side of his bed, holding his phone to get his mind off what happened between him and Ana. Something that never should have happened in the first place.

But he was weak and he almost gave in to the temptation named Anastasia.

The feeling of her body against his is still fresh in his mind. The way her soaked body is clinging to her skin, showing her bra. The way her thin underwear was rubbing against his barely clothed dick while on his lap.

God, he couldn't get the look on her face off his mind. She looked so submissive, so ready, so desperate to have him claim her as his.

"Fuck!" He whisper-yelled, continuously blaming himself for being weak.

He grabbed his throbbing phallus, hard and oozing with precum in his grip. This isn't him. This isn't like him. He's always in control, but at this moment, it was like he was possessed by something he couldn't explain.

In order to forget his goddaughter, Dom picked up his phone and called his former bed warmer, hoping she could tame the raging beast inside him and hopefully divert his attention from Ana.

"Hey, are you free tonight?" He asked as soon as she picked up.

Not even thirty minutes later, she was now in his bed, naked as the day she was born and so was he, their bodies moving in sync to the tune created by their minds.

But as he bounces on top of her, moving in and out of her, Dominic's eyes remain closed, terrified that her image will be replaced by a certain someone.

No matter how fast and hard he drives inside her, however, he just can't reach the release he was trying so hard to chase.

He cursed in his mind, angry at himself as he stopped and plopped beside her while breathing heavily.

"Why did you stop?" Hanna, Dom's bed partner for five years, asked in disappointment.

Dominic did not respond.

Dominic grabbed his cock, frustrated, exhausted and filled with so much lust. His movement was angry and desperate, but just like Hanna's pussy, his fist was useless. He was craving—no—needing something else, but unwilling to give in.

Just as he was about to give up, an image appeared in his mind and that is when he finally reached his release, and fuck it was the most toe-curling and pleasurable orgasm he has ever had in his entire life.

The image he saw was Ana who had her legs wrapped around him, looking at him with tears in her eyes while crying in pleasure. Her hips move with every thrust he makes, hitting the deepest part of her. She was sobbing, not in sadness, but in pleasure.

He came so hard that his whole body trembled and he could feel the aftermath coursing through his body.

When the height of his pleasure subsided a little, Dominic panted, his whole body covered in sweat and his own cum.

"Fuck."

The woman beside her? She's useless. She's not the one he wants. She was not the reason for the greatest orgasm he ever had tonight.

It was Ana. His sweet Anastasia.

And that is what he's afraid of. He's afraid that he has finally given in.

Chapter 4: Giving In to the Trouble I'm In

There is no turning back now.

Dominic knew it the moment he stepped into his house and saw Ana sitting with her legs crossed. She was only wearing a large shirt and Dominic could see her wearing only a thong that hides nothing to imagination. Her long hair was still wet from the shower.

He almost spat out his coffee when he drank too fast, foolishly burning his tongue. He did not pay attention to his hurt tongue, his eyes trailing down her long and smooth legs.

He cursed in his mind. What is this seductress planning now?

"Put some clothes on." He demanded sternly, averting his gaze so she wouldn't see the desire he's hiding behind his brown irises.

Ana stood up slowly, almost teasingly. She approached him and every step she took made his heart race, and the organ between his legs pulsed. She stopped a few inches away from him so that he could feel the heat radiating from her body.

"Why are you not looking at me, Dom? Don't you want to see me?" Ana asked seductively.

"Don't push me," Dominic gritted his teeth. "You are my best friend's—"

"Ugh, Dom! Look at me! Am I still the girl you greeted on your doorstep before?" Ana asked in frustration while throwing her hands in the air. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you see me as a child."

Dominic's eyes slowly and agonizingly looked at her. His eyes remembered the broken and empty look in her eyes before, but now, they were replaced by love she had for him. And that is when the walls he built to protect Ana crumbled to the ground.

"I am not a child, Dom. I am a woman who wants you."

His chest heaved, the mask falling from his face to show his true self, leaving himself open and vulnerable in front of her, and Ana saw just that. She saw the same emotion he had in his eyes but they were more intense. So intense that it made her gasp.

Something in Dominic snapped and she grabbed Ana's arm, dragging her to his room where he had been pleasuring himself the past nights since the moment they shared in the car. He slammed her gently against the door, holding her hands above her and claiming her lips hungrily. He was a starved man and a willing prey was in front of him.

Sexual tension quickly filled the air as the two people who tried so hard to suppress the raging desire they had for each other finally–gave in. The kiss they are sharing is passionate, raw, intense and desperate.

Ana moaned between the kiss, it only fueled the fire Dominic had in his body. He lifted Ana in his arms, the latter automatically wrapping her legs around him, and he gently dropped her to his bed.

He took a second to admire how drunk she was with lust. How tempting and seductive she looked with her hair sprawled behind her, her mouth open with whimper leaving them. His vision alternated with the one from his imagination and damn it, this is so much better than reality.

Dominic removed his own shirt without taking his eyes off the woman writhing on top of his bed. Ana was panting hard, she was shaking in excitement and you will hear no complaints from her.

Dominic knelt in front of the bed, pulling Ana's soaked thong, watching how it passes her smooth skin. When it was successfully removed, the door to Dom's fantasy was revealed in front of him. Ana's pussy was pink and smooth as her skin with little to no hair which he preferred. She looked so beautiful down there that it made his head spin.

He let out a shaky breath, his throat drying up. His hand reached out, shaking slightly as he touched her soft skin. His whole body was trembling with so much lust and he just wanted to drive himself inside her until her walls remembered his shape, but he stopped himself.

"There is no going back after this, Ana," he warned softly, grasping at the thin thread of the last patience and rationality he had. "Once we start this, you won't be able to stop me anymore."

"Who said I will?" Ana replied, her gaze was burning and Dominic willingly got burned.

She waited for this for a long time and she'd be crazy to stop now! She wouldn't even stop if you pointed a gun at her!

His eyes darkened, as if he was a predator that was locked up for a long time and saw his delicious prey.

Dominic positioned himself between her legs, inhaling the sweet smell of her juice, enjoying the look of his tight soaked lips with his pretty clit just begging for him to suck it. He never thought of any pussy as beautiful before, but seeing Ana's changed his mind.

But it will look even more beautiful stretched by his cock.

Before Dom could completely give in, he pulled away slightly, stared deeply into her eyes, as if he wanted to possess her. Everything about her.

"You won't be leaving this room anytime soon, Ana. I will make you mine. All of you," he spoke with determination. "So you better prepare yourself."

Dominic said it while looking at her with a scorching gaze and it made her swallow nervously and excitedly.

"Make me yours, Dom."