In Love With My Father's Best

[Elena's POV] I didn't realize I had entered the wrong bedroom. Not the one I had been told to use after the heavy rainstorm. Work had run late on my first day, and by the time I was done, everything felt rushed and confusing. So my father had to ask his best friend for help. Apparently, it was his company. And here I was-completely naked, the shirt I was supposed to change into clutched in my hands-when the door opened with a faint creak. My heart skipped. My fingers loosened, and the shirt slipped from my grip, falling to the floor. It was him. Hardin Kings. My father's best friend. The man I loved. Standing in the doorway, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. He didn't look away. He stared-openly, intensely, sending a strong shiver down my spine. I bit my lower lip, trying to control myself. My chest tightened, reminding me that he was my father's best friend. The man I shouldn't even be standing in front of like this. But I wanted him to notice me. Would he finally notice me now? "This is my room, Elena. What are you doing here?" His voice was low. Deep. Laced with something dangerous that made it harder to control my feelings. His gaze didn't shift. He remained almost nonchalant, as if nothing about this situation bothered him. But no. He couldn't completely hide the tension lingering between us. "I..." "I thought..." My voice trembled, no words could undo the moment. "You said the first room." I forced the words out. "The first floor," he corrected quietly. "And you should have locked the door." Why didn't I do that? Was I... Waiting for this moment? I swallowed. A crooked smile curved his lips. His gaze moved slowly over me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin as if he owned it all. Then it hit me, I was naked. I tried to cover myself, but it was too late. He had already seen everything. My gaze dropped, but I could still feel his eyes on me. My breath trembled as I slowly looked up again, our eyes locking. In three slow, deliberate steps, he closed the distance between us. I didn't move. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air between us thicken. His fresh, strong scent filled the room and my senses. My eyes met his-dark, and filled with something I couldn't ignore. My mind went blank. I could be this close to Hardin? "What are you up to?" he whispered. Heat burned down my skin. This was wrong, I should step away, but I couldn't. "What do you mean?" My voice was barely above a whisper. His stare held something palpable. His hand shot out-gripping my jaw, as if he expected me to pull away. But I didn't. Then he pulled my face closer to his. We shared the same heavy air, his warm breath brushing against my skin. His eyes dropped to my lips, then to my eyes. I gasped softly. "You seem very suspicious, Elena," he murmured. He was just too close. Dangerously close. A strange chill ran down my spine. Slowly. Steadily. His lips moved closer to mine. My heart raced as his face drew nearer. My eyes followed his gaze, and when his lips almost touched mine, my eyelids fluttered shut as if some invisible force was pulling us together. And just when I thought he was going to kiss me, his lips brushed against my ear. "You're so turned up, Elena," he whispered. "I can smell your arousal." My breath caught in my throat and my eyes snapped open. "Huh?" I breathed. "Ending up in my room wasn't an accident." He smirked. "I don't understand what you're saying," I said defensively, pulling away slightly, but his grip remained firm. "Really?" he said softly. "Then why are you so wet right now?" My fingers clenched together, my legs pressing tightly against each other. "I'm not." He nodded slowly. And then I felt his hand brushing against my inner thighs. My eyes widened as his two fingers slipped inside my pussy. I swallowed sharply. "Hardin..." "Didn't I tell you? You're so wet," he grunted, teasing his fingers inside me. I couldn't speak. He pulled out, and before I could react, he thrust back in. I almost whimpered and I gripped his shirt. He smirked dangerously. "Isn't this what you wanted?" He twisted his fingers deep inside me, and I almost lost my balance, but his other hand pulled me closer, pressing my naked body against his. My legs trembled on the floor. I bit my lip hard to suppress a moan. My grip on his shirt tightened. I wanted to remind him this was wrong, completely wrong, but I couldn't. I wanted this more than anything. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his fingers going deeper, making my whole body vibrate under his touch. "Please..." "Gosh!" I gasped. Every part of me screamed that it was a mistake, yet my body refused to obey. "Speak up!" he ordered, quickening his pace. I nodded my head, My vision blurred, just like my mind did. "Word!" he growled, commandingly. "Yes. Don't fûcking stop... please." I sniffed. Then he lowered his head to my chest, and I felt a cold bite on my nipple that nearly made me cry out. His mouth closed around the nipple, sucking rawly, his tongue flicking against it, as if producing the sweetest milk in the world. My knees weakened, but I couldn't lose my guard with his arm firmly around me. He caged me like he was never ready to let go anytime soon. My head fell backward as my fingers slid into his hair, stroking it. His fingers were still moving inside me. My lips parted, gasping for air. This dangerous obsessive feeling was sweeter than anything I'd ever tasted. I didn't want him to ever stop. He shouldn't stop. I was so wet that I could feel every movement with ease. The scent of my own desire filled my senses. He took my second nipple next. The one he had left sore. I moaned, and it felt like I had begged him for more. He sucked so rawly I lost all sense of reality. My tears rolled down my cheeks. "God.. don't stop." I cried, my legs trembling against the floor. I yanked his hair roughly, but it didn't help. I bit down on his neck. "Yes... mm," I whimpered, the pleasure threatening to consume me. "Tell me you love it. Say it, Elena," he roared against my skin, biting and sucking. "Yes... I love it. Please," I gasped, pushing my chest closer to him. When he finally let go, I could barely breathe. His eyes met mine again. His fingers left inside me. He licked them clean. Redness flooded my cheeks. I could see the sinful hunger in his gaze, that matched my own. Just like that, he lifted me like a leaf. Before I knew it, we were on his bed. I lay flat on my back while he knelt between my spread thighs. He shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're so naughty. You're this soaked without me even doing half of what I planned for you yet?" I avoided his gaze. He chuckled darkly, teasing. My breath caught in my throat. "I don't stop when I had started something. Are you sure about this?" he asked. My silence spoke volumes. He gripped my thighs, and before I could process what he was about to do, his face buried itself between my legs. His tongue flicked along my soaking folds, licking and teasing, his teeth gently grazing my clit. I bit my lower lip, my fingers found their ways to my own body. His teasing became dangerous and raw, forcing my lips to part in silent plea. "Oh... Har... din..." I moaned, gripping the bedsheet for support. He devoured me, his tongue fucking my hole while sucking at the clit. My body trembling as I screamed. I could hear him moaning as he feasted on me. It began as a faint ache, slowly awakening through me. It grew-sharper and faster, coursing through me like a wildfire. I couldn't speak. I arched closer, fingers tangling in his hair, desperate and pleading. I needed it; I begged him without words, the wave of my climax pressing down, suffocating. Instead of slowing down, he pushed his two fingers inside me, fucking me while sucking at the same time. My ears roared. Fuck! He was a monster. That single, piercing stare had taken everything, my composure, my control. And here I was, enjoying it so much. Then. He suddenly stopped.