Chapter 6: Forbidden Heat

Chapter 6: Forbidden Heat

ANNABEL

I took the tray and watched him leave. I really didn't know if I was doing the right thing, accepting to go serve him in his chambers tonight. The fact that my body was already getting excited at the thought of seeing him showed this was a bad idea, but I found my legs dragging me towards his chambers anyway.

I knocked at his door, taking everything in me not to look towards the direction of the balcony where it all started.

I knocked again—no sound. So I gently turned the door knob and surprisingly, it opened without constraint.

When I walked into the room, it was dark but the light from the moon illuminated it, giving the room a soothing ambiance.

The room looked like that of a royal king—so beautiful, so luxurious. I don't think I had ever seen such beauty before.

A door creaked open and I quickly turned. Someone stepped out from the door and my eyes instantly rammed into his.

Dad...Damon.

I thought, but it was more like a whisper.

He had just come out from the shower. He had a towel in his hands which he was using to wipe his hair, and his biceps were moving with vigor as he did that. His hair fell over his face and as if noticing my presence, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes evidently staring down at me. I gulped at the intensity of his gaze.

He was fucking shirtless and had a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. I tried as much as possible not to stare too much...not to stare at those amazing abs because damn, I knew they would be such a fucking great sight. But my eyes betrayed me—they raked and savored his abs like the betrayer they were. And it didn't just end there. My gaze went down towards the loosely wrapped towel around his waist and I knew, if I moved just one inch towards him, I would rip that towel off him without feeling a tinge of shame.

"You are not staring appropriately, Bella."

I quickly looked up at him, my cheeks flushed and obviously bloody pink.

"Betrayer," I whispered to myself.

But wait—had he just called me "Bella"? The only one who called me that was my father.

"I wasn't looking at you. I was staring at the wall beside you."

I lied, and fuck, I wished I could take that back. Surprisingly, he walked towards me, and I felt his towel was going to come down from his body, but it remained intact and I was a bit disappointed.

Then he grabbed the tray from my hands and dropped it on the table which I didn't know was beside me.

Now I was by the table, my ass touching the edge, and in one quick stride, he caged me with his hands. His eyes penetrated mine and I couldn't look away—they were so alluring, like a drug, so intense, like fire. I'm glad I lied, I changed my mind.

Because his cologne hit me so hard that I felt every part of me screaming to jump on him and have him fuck me so hard like the dirty fucking little slut I was for him.

My insides were already feeling the heat from this moment.

"Why are you lying to me, Bambi..."

He dragged the words out, just like the drug he was, his gaze fixed intensely on me.

"I caught you staring at me, towards my towel. You're being a bad girl for lying..."

His voice stopped and I could see in his eyes the desire, the lust. He also felt the same thing I was feeling and had possibly been thinking about last night a lot like me. I could see in his eyes uncertainty, like he wasn't sure if he was being appropriate right now. But fuck appropriate, I thought. I fucking want him. I fucking want his cock buried deep inside my pussy.

"Yes Daddy...I was being a bad girl, Daddy..."

I said it. I didn't know where the courage came from. I didn't know who the hell I was, but this man—this man was bringing out a part of me I never knew existed. And hell, I wanted to explore it with him.

He growled slowly and mightily, like he'd been holding it back for a while, and he pushed me backwards. This time, I was sitting on the table, his body caging mine with no tangible space between us.

"This is not appropriate. Don't call me—"

"Daddyyyy," I interrupted his speech.

He gave me a look—this look I'd never seen before. His eyes bore so much lust and desire, and I had never known I could be so desirable to someone.

"You shouldn't have said that..."

In an instant, without giving me the chance to speak, he smashed his lips on mine. I knew we were crossing boundaries. I knew I should have just delivered the butler's message and hurried back in, but I didn't care.

All I cared about was being in the arms of this man—not just any man, my father's best friend—and being pleasured by him.

I moaned out in ecstasy as his lips nipped at mine and bit my lower lip, which made me gasp and gave him instant access to explore every inch of my mouth. His tongue intertwined with mine and he deepened the kiss. He was aggressive, harsh, and didn't give me the chance to breathe. And I loved it.

I tried to stop kissing him, but hell fucking no—he wasn't done. He smashed his lips on mine again, giving me no space to breathe. He grabbed my ass with both hands, kneading it so good, so fucking good, just like he had done the previous night. He lifted my body into the air and wrapped his hands around my ass while pressing and kneading and doing crazy things to it. I've always had a big ass, I've always been curvy, but I'd never known someone could easily carry me like I weighed nothing and make my ass feel so good.

My back hit the soft bed and I gasped softly.

"Awww, oh my god, awww."

I moaned as he grabbed my breast, his hands roughly kneading my boobs and my ass at the same time while kissing me.

Suddenly, he stopped. Stood up straight and looked at me.

"Leave now! I command you."