Leila Voss' POV,

I stare at Ethan for a good three seconds. 

His eyes are blazing with obvious lust, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. When I don't do as he asks, he tilts his head sideways slightly, his lips curling to the side. 

"On your knees baby," he says. 

I don't wait for one more second. 

I drop to my knees before him before I can even think too much about it and look up at him, batting my lashes the way I do for Julian whenever I want him to do something for me. 

As expected, Ethan sucks in a deep breath and reaches for me, his fingers threading through the strands of my hair before he tilts my head upwards. 

"Pull out my cock, baby," he orders, his voice deep. "It's waiting for you baby."

Slowly, I reach for the waistband of his trousers and slip my hand into it, my skin brushing his. He exhales at the contact, his pupils blown wide, and I maintain the eye contact between us, slipping my hands into his briefs before I touch his cock. 

Fuck. He's so hard. And thick. 

My eyes almost widen at the feel of it, but I maintain my composure and pull it out, my gaze now falling on it. 

I swear I feel wetness gush out of me at the sight. Because what?

Ethan's cock is so huge and thick, the pink head swelling as it leaks pre cum from the pierced tip. And he's so fucking hard, I doubt it will fit into my mouth. 

"It will fit in," he says, as if he can read my mind. Then, he steps closer, the tip of his cock nudging my lip. "Common, take it."

I hesitate for a while, my heart racing before I wrap both my fists around it, my pussy fluttering as I imagine how good he'd feel inside me. I then run my hands from the base to tip, reaching out to lick off the pre cum from the tip while keeping my eyes solely locked on Ethan's.

His hip bucks in reaction to the action, and he grips my hair tighter. 

"Common, baby," he rasps, clenching his jaw hard. "Take it. Make it wet and sloppy for yourself."

I wrap my lips around the head and suck on the pre cum, moaning around him as the salty taste of him explodes on my tastebuds. 

"Fuck," he growls, thrusting his hip so he can fit into my mouth, but I grip him tight, shaking my head. "Fuck, baby. I can't - "

I don't pay any heed to him. 

I take my sweet time to swirl my tongue around his pierced slit, sucking on it to draw out more pre cum. The moment I decide the torture is over and take him fully in my mouth, one of my hands reaching to tickle his balls, Ethan's second hand shoots out, slamming against the wall. 

"Dammit," he groans, thrusting. "You are going to be the death of me."

"Mmmm," I moan around him and flatten my lips underneath his cock before pulling out, then taking him to the back of my throat, I gag. 

"You take cock so well," he rasps, tightening his grip on my hair. "You're so fucking great."

I raise a brow as if to ask him "am I?," then pull back again before taking him in. 

"I can't take this pace," he says and pulls out, the popping sound resounding in the room. "I'm going to fuck your throat. And you'll take it all for me like a good girl. Do you hear me?"

I bat my lashes twice. "Yes - "

The words are barely out of my lips before he thrusts balls deep, the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gasp, tears blurring my eyes. 

I tap on his thigh.

"Look at how pretty you look with cock," he says, then pulls out. "You look like you've finally gotten what you wanted. I bet Julian fucks your face."

At the mention of Julian, I wait for that familiar feeling of guilt to hit me, but it doesn't. If anything, a strange thrill goes the light me at the mere thought of doing this. 

With his best friend. 

"He doesn't, does he?" Ethan asks and pulls out. "I know he doesn't. He has no fucking idea how to take care of a woman."

He then thrusts back in, keeping my face in place for him as he pulls out, then back in. 

His jaw is clenched, the jaws in his neck almost popping from how much he seems to be restraining himself. 

"You know, if I was Julian," he begins to move faster now, snapping his hips. "I'd never spend a day away from you."

"Mmmm," I moan, my chest tightening. 

My jaw hurts from how hard he's handling me, but I don't care too much as long as this is happening. 

"I would never have a night shift at work."

Tears are now falling down my cheeks, but seeing them seem to fuel Ethan because his pace now changes, increasing with each thrust while I just stay there, offering myself to him to him. 

"Did I tell you how pretty you look with cock?" He rasps, sweat coating his skin. "You look so beautiful. I want to take a picture of this and hang it in my bedroom. I want to jerk off to this now. You don't know how fucking much I've wanted you."

I feel delirious with all these, I don't even realize when my hands reach between my legs, and I flick my clit with my finger. 

"Fuck, show me that pussy," he says. "Touch yourself while I fuck your beautiful face like a slut. You're going to be my slut from now on, right?"

I nod immediately, the pace of my fingers increasing.

"That's more like it," he says. "I'm about to cum."

I make a sound that comes like a whimper around him, and he increases his pace again, a look of panic flashing in his eyes.

And then, he begins to cum so hard, his warm seed spilling down my throat before he pulls out and lets the rest spill over my face. 

My lashes and brows are stained with cum, but he doesn't really bother with it because he reaches for the cum by my lips with his thumb and slips it into my mouth.

"Lick."

I do. 

I swirl my tongue around his finger, watching as his eyes darken and his cock hardens again before he pulls away. 

Before I can comprehend what's next, Ethan grabs me and walks towards the kitchen counter, then drops me on it after stepping between my thighs. 

"Ethan - "

"Shhh," he says, raising my night dress up to reveal my panties. His fingers slip inside the fabric, and I suck in a deep breath when he drags two fingers through my folds. "I want to eat this cunt." 

Then, he tears my panties off.

Leila Voss' POV,

I gasp as the sound of the fabric of my panties shredding of fills the room. 

Ethan doesn't even look at me as he flings the panties somewhere across the kitchen. His gaze is fixed solely on my pussy, and I feel it flutter around nothing, wetness gushing out under his gaze. 

"Fuck, look at all that," he murmurs, running two fingers along my slit and smearing my juices all over. "So fucking wet for me." His gaze meets mine as I try to sit up with my elbows on the counter. "Isn't it?"

"Mmm," I reply, raising my hips up in the air for friction. "Ethan, please - "

"Please what?" He smirks, parting my pussy lips with two fingers as he stares down at it, and I feel my whole body lighten up with goosebumps. "What do you want, baby?"

"You," I moan when he trails a finger along my entrance. "I want you."

"Oh?" He asks, and I almost groan in frustration at the teasing tone in his voice. "My cock? Fingers? Or mouth?"

"All," I throw my head back and sigh. "I want all of you."

"Fuck yeah," he says, then spits right on my entrance, I swear my slick folds flutter again. "You're going to get all of me."

And then, he drops onto my pussy, thrusting his warm tongue into me in one go. 

I let out a loud moan immediately and lie down flat, my hand flying to grip his hair as I buck my hips to push my pussy into his face. 

"Mmm," he moans, pulling his tongue out to cover my whole entrance with it. "You taste so delicious, I could remain here all day."

"Ethan- "

"Ride my face, baby," he says, practically hollowing his cheeks to devour my juices. "Give it all to me. Drench my face. Give me all your sweet juices."

"I-" I moan, my voice hoarse as I thrust my pussy into his face. "I can't."

"Oh, you can," he growls, biting down on my clit before slipping a thick finger into my pussy. "You can."

A loud moan falls past my lips when he curls the finger inside me, my pussy tightening and clamping around him. 

"Ethan," I buck my hips faster, pushing his face against me harder. "I'm about to ... I'm going to - "

"No, you won't cum," he says, still sucking on me. "You won't cum until I ask you to."

"But-" tears are falling down my cheeks now, my heart racing so fast against its ribcage. "I - "

"You'll wait until I'm inside you," he says, pressing down on my hip so I don't move. "You won't be cumming unless I'm buried inside you." Another lick. "And if you do, I won't finish what I started. Do you hear me?"

I nod like he's going to see me and shut my eyes closed, hoping that this man takes pity on me. 

However, he seems to be standing on business. He nips at my pussy like a dying man, slurping on my wetness as it comes out of me, the sound mixed with that of my moans in the room. 

Finally, when Ethan decides the torture is enough for me, he comes up, his lips glistening with my juices. 

"You taste like heaven," he murmurs, licking his lower lip. "I can't wait to be buried deep inside you."

He pulls me closer to him and holds the head of his cock against my pussy, watching as I swallow the head. 

"You're so desperate for cock, Leila," he rasps, pulling me up so I can see where we're joined. 

And the sight nearly undoes me. 

I shiver as I feel the cold metal of his piercing nudge against my entrance, my entrance inviting him in. 

"So fucking desperate, you forget you have a fiancé."

I look up at Ethan just as he slips a hand underneath my nightie gown and grab one of my breasts, his thumb flicking my nipple. 

"No bras?" He growls, dragging his cock up and down my slit. "Seems like you planned this, didn't you?"

He leans in to suck on the skin behind my ear, before pinching my nipple so hard, I gasp. 

"I-" I whimper, grinding against him, silently begging him to end my torture. "I didn't dress for-"

"So you wear this nightgown for him?" He asks against my skin, switching to my collarbone now. "Julian has seen you in this before?"

"Mmm," I moan, nodding. "Y-ye - "

The words are barely even out of my thought before Ethan pulls out his hand and rips the gown into two, shoving his cock balls deep inside me until a loud cry leaves me. 

Fuck. 

I feel so full. So fucking full, I can't even breathe. It's like he's splitting me into two.

"Breathe, baby," he murmurs against my skin, his hand grabbing my breast again as he thumbs my nipple. "Breathe. Because I intend to fuck him out of your system. I don't give a fuck how long it's going to take."

Then, he begins to move. 

Ethan pulls out of me, leaving his head just by my entrance before shoving back in, his balls slapping against my ass.

"You're so tight" he groans, his forehead dropping on mine. "So tight."

A needy moan escapes me as his piercing grazes a primal part of me from inside when he pulls out, then slams back in. 

"Can't believe I have you where I've always wanted," he thrusts again, fastening his pace. "With my cock buried inside you to the hilt."

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. 

God. Ethan has always appeared to be a very calm and composed type of person. No one would've ever assumed he has a very dirty mouth on him, and now that I've seen that side of him, I feel instantly jealous of other women who have done the same. 

"Eyes on me," his other hand wrapping around my throat is all I need to meet his lust-heavy gaze, and he smirks. "You like this, don't you?" He thrusts again. "You like taking my cock, don't you?"

I nod. "Y-yes. Go faster..."

"Look at you," he snarls, increasing his pace, I moan at how delirious it feels. "Enjoying taking your fiancé's friend's dick. Imagine your fiance walks in on us like this."

The mental image of that should make me feel repulsed, but it doesn't. If anything, it makes me clench further around him, my hips moving to meet him halfway.

"Jesus," he rasps. "You liked the thought of that? The thought of your fiancé walking in on us?"

I moan. 

"That's more like it," he reaches down to give a pinch to my clit. "But too bad Julian would die before seeing you like that."

I close my eyes. 

"Open those eyes and tell me you're mine," he taps my cheeks, and I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. "Say you belong to me."

"I'm yours, Ethan," I whimper, wanting more - needing more. "I'm all yours. Now, please fuck me harder."

"Your wish is my command."

And that's all it takes for Ethan to go barbaric with me. 

His grip around my throat tightens and he pulls out, then snaps his hips forward, his cock slams into me harder than before. 

My eyes roll again. "More."

He increases his pace, fucking me harder and faster as I moan through it, his fingers alternating between flicking my clit and my nipple. 

"Fuck," I moan as I feel my walls clamp around him. "I want to cum. I need to..."

"Such a greedy little whore," he grumbles. "Cum baby. Cum for me."

Not even a second lasts before I feel like I've been thrown over an invisible cliff, my walls tightening around his cock as my orgasm ripples through me while he continues to fuck me through it, the squelching sound of my juice filling the room together with our ragged breathing. 

"I'm going to cum too," he says. "Inside you."

A whine of protest leaves my lips, but then, I remember I'm on the pills. And as if he can read my thoughts, his pupils blow wide, his pace slowing down a bit before spurts of his warm seed coat my insides. 

I fall on my back, my whole body covered in sweat, and as Ethan roves his gaze over my form, I feel him harden inside me instantly. 

Excitement tingles inside me, and he pulls out immediately, only to smirk, then turn me so my ass is facing him. 

"I'm nowhere fucking done with you tonight baby," he says, spreading my ass cheeks before dragging his cock between it until it rests just by my entrance. "Because when I make promises, I don't hesitate to fulfill them."

I suck in a breath, feeling even more anticipatory despite the fatigue holding me down. 

"But first of all," Ethan leans in and kisses my nape before whispering against the skin just beside my ear. "Happy birthday to Julian."

Then, he slams into me in one full go.

Aria Maxwell's POV,

Mum is going to have my head tonight. 

Maybe not literally at least, but I'm definitely going to get more scolding than an average girl of my age. 

Why? Because I'm out past 12am. For a fucking party, even after she strictly told me to return before then. 

Well, at least, I enjoyed myself. Besides, in what world does a nineteen year old girl and her movement gets controlled?

Mine, of course. 

I scoff and shrug at the same time, then push the front doors slowly, my heart racing as I step inside the mansion. The house is dark, save for the faint moonlight streaking through the windows as it falls on the marble floors. 

When my vision adjusts to the dark and I close the door behind me, I exhale in relief. 

Glad she isn't awake. I might just tell a lie in the morning that I returned earlier than expected. 

With the thought in mind, I slip out of my heels and pick them in my hands, adjusting the strap of my bag before heading towards the stairwell by instinct. 

However, just as I'm about to take the first step, the lights come on immediately, and my heart skips, followed by the deep, familiar, sound of his voice. 

"Care to explain why you're out late by this time, Ari?"

Fuck. 

It's Kade Calloway. Mother's husband, and my step father. 

Great. 

Ignoring the prickling sensation at the back of my neck as shivers travel up my spine, I turn slowly, the sound of my heartbeat loud in my ear. And that's when my gaze meets his cold, grey ones. 

Kade is dressed in the same work dress as this morning, a black shirt and pants, except the top two buttons of the shirt are open now, and the sleeves are rolled up his forearms, all revealing skin and the hair underneath it. 

Fuck. 

I swallow and drag my gaze back to his own, and I force a smile on my face, then take a step forward. 

"Oh," I begin. "Hello?"

His gaze drags over my petite form, taking in the crop top and flail skirt I'm wearing that stops mid thigh, my bare feet, and the heels in my hands, before meeting mine again. 

He raises a brow. "What time is it, Ari?"

"It's almost 3 am," I reply, shifting uncomfortably. 

"And?"

"I know I shouldn't have been out by this time," I say, awkwardness biting at me. "But look," I begin again. "I had no choice. I wanted to enjoy my time out there."

"There are other ways to enjoy your time outside than partying almost all night like some reckless teenager," he says, taking a step closer to me. "Your mother was worried about you."

"I know," I say immediately, trying to rein in the sudden anger creeping up my neck at how much I'm being policed. "But this is my life too, you know? I need to enjoy."

Kade sucks in a breath, like he's speaking to a child before replying. "Again, Ari, there are so many other ways to enjoy your youth other than this. It's not safe."

"But I can protect myself!" I almost snap. "I don't need you all breathing down my neck for fuck's sake. I'm literally nineteen!"

Kade's eyes narrow. "Language, girl," he says, his voice now hardened. "I'm not one of your friends who you can speak to the way you like."

"And if I speak to you like that?" I shoot back almost immediately. "What are you going to do?"

He glares at me. "Aria..."

"What?" I ask, stepping closer to him. "What do you expect me to do? You can't blame me for spending time outside this late when I'm always policed. I'm past the age of being controlled by anyone! It's my fucking life."

I know I should keep quiet and apologize, but at this point, I'm far too gone to stop. I'm sick and tired of mum always trying to control my life. 

"I'll be twenty soon, Kade," I continue. "Or would you guys want to control my sex life even after - "

My words die on my tongue when his hand reaches out and wraps around my throat before he pulls me closer. 

"Enough with the attitude, Aria," he says, his voice now deadly calm. "Stop throwing a tantrum."

My ears buzz at his words, but instead of feeling angry, a searing, hot zap shoots straight to the middle of my legs, making my knees feel like jelly as my nipples harden against my top. 

What? No. 

I thought I already managed to deal with this strange attraction to my own step father after putting space between us for weeks now, but clearly, one skin contact is enough to lighten up that damn feeling. 

It had started as a crush just when I was seventeen, right after he married mum. When she told me she was getting married then - after living as a single mother since my own father died - I'd been so happy for her and expected to meet someone around the age of dad. 

Turns out, I was wrong. Because Kade is just forty-one, two years older than her. 

And sadly, I've been having fantasies of him ever since then. Always imagining him doing unthinkable things to me. 

"People your age don't do that."

I'm momentarily pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of Kade's voice, and I purse my lips into a thin line, then glare at him. 

"You think this is a tantrum?" I ask. "It's not. I just want to live like a normal teenager!"

"You have the life any teenager can ever ask for, Aria," he lets me go and takes a step back. "Go to bed. Good night."

Then, he turns. 

"You know what, Kade?" The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them as he takes a step. "Fuck you."

Kade freezes in place, and when he turns immediately, his gaze dark with an unreadable look, I just know that I've fucked up. 

Because he looks real pissed. 

"I - "

"I've always warned you against those profanities, girl," he growls, marching towards me. "Seems you need to be punished."

I open my mouth to protest, but the world tilts around me before I can, and I'm hauled over his shoulder, my heels and bag falling onto the floor. 

"Drop me."

"No," Kade says, walking towards the living room. "I'm not dropping you until you get your proper punishment."

I flail my hand and leg in the air, careful not to wake mum upstairs while fighting, but none of that seems to bother Kade. If anything, it pushes him faster, and only after he settles on one of the couches in the living room does he drop me, only to put me on his thigh instead. 

Except, it's my ass facing him, and I'm looking down at the floor. 

"This is wrong!" I whisper-yell, trying to move away despite the wetness suddenly pooling between my legs. "Let me go, you - fuck."

My words on a whimper and an almost-scream when a sharp sting registers on my ass, and I realize, with startling clarity, that this man just raised my skirt up and spanked me. 

"Time to discipline you."