Chapter 174 My fiancé's dad 2

Chapter 174 My fiancé's dad 2
The next morning, Lena sat at the long oak breakfast table with a cup of untouched coffee. Her fingers trembled around the porcelain mug. The bright mountain sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden lines across the floor. Outside, birds chirped as if the night before hadn’t happened.

But it had. Her body still felt the imprint of him. Every time she shifted in her seat, she remembered the weight of his hands. The roughness of his voice. The sound he made when he finished inside her. Her thighs were sore. Her lips tender. Her guilt growing.

Ethan entered the kitchen with messy hair and a crooked smile, still stretching from sleep. “Morning, babe.”

She managed a thin smile. “Hey.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, too distracted to notice how she stiffened. He didn’t ask why she hadn’t come to bed last night. He didn’t ask why she looked like she hadn’t slept. He poured himself orange juice and wandered back out toward the living room.

Her stomach churned.

Then she felt him.

Maddox.

She didn’t need to turn to know he was standing behind her. She felt his gaze on her like heat pressing against her neck.

She turned slowly. He leaned against the doorway, dressed in black slacks and a crisp, buttoned shirt. He hadn’t even rolled up his sleeves, but somehow he looked dangerous. Like last night hadn’t changed him. Like it had only sharpened him.

His expression gave nothing away. But his eyes—they burned.

Lena rose quickly. “I need some air.”

She grabbed her coat, slipped out the side door, and headed around the lodge toward the back garden. The cold air bit at her cheeks. Her breath came out shaky.

Footsteps followed.

She heard him before she saw him.

“Running from me won’t work,” Maddox said from behind her.

She turned, heart pounding. “I’m not running. I’m trying to forget.”

He walked closer. “Are you?”

She backed up until her spine hit the side of the stone pillar. “Last night shouldn’t have happened.”

“And yet it did.”

She swallowed, jaw tight. “I’m marrying your son.”

“You think that matters to me?” His voice was low, dangerous. “You let me take you. You begged for more. Don’t stand here and pretend you’re innocent.”

Her face flushed hot. “I was drunk.”

He stepped even closer. “No, Lena. You were desperate. Desperate to be seen. Touched. Owned. And I did exactly what you needed.”

“I shouldn’t want you,” she whispered, but her voice broke.

His hand slid up her side, fingers slipping under her coat. “But you do.”

Her breath caught when he pressed against her.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured. “Cold, or excited?”

“Someone might see.”

“Let them.”

His mouth crushed hers before she could reply. She should’ve pulled away. She should’ve slapped him. But instead, she melted, moaned into his mouth, clung to his shirt like she would die without him.

His tongue plunged past her lips. His hands grabbed her hips and lifted her off the ground. She gasped as he pinned her against the stone, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

He kissed her like he was starving. Like he needed her more than air. His hands slid beneath her coat, under her sweater, dragging it up. He broke the kiss only to yank the sweater over her head and toss it to the snow-covered grass.

Her bra followed, unclipped and dropped in seconds.

She barely had time to catch her breath before his mouth was on her breast, sucking hard, tongue lapping across her nipple until she whimpered.

Her fingers buried in his hair. “Maddox…”

He growled and moved to the other breast, his stubble scraping her skin, his hands digging into her thighs.

“You taste better than sin,” he said against her skin.

She was already wet. She could feel the ache growing between her legs, the throb that started the moment she saw him this morning.

He unbuttoned her jeans with one hand, then pushed them down, panties and all. The cold made her flinch, but his body kept her warm.

“You’re already dripping,” he whispered.

She buried her face in his neck as he slipped two fingers inside her, pumping slowly, curving until she cried out. He fingered her until her thighs trembled, then sucked her nipple again while she clung to his shoulders, panting.

When he pulled his fingers out, he brought them to her mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered.

She obeyed without thinking, tasting herself on his skin, moaning around his fingers.

“You don’t belong to him,” he said. “You’re mine now.”

Before she could answer, he freed his cock, thick and already hard. She gasped when he pressed it against her entrance.

“No condom,” she whispered.

He met her eyes. “I don’t care.”

With one hard thrust, he filled her. She threw her head back and cried out, her nails digging into his back through the shirt.

He fucked her against the stone column, hard and deep. His hands squeezed her ass, lifting her higher. Her legs shook as he slammed into her over and over.

“I should hate you,” she breathed.

“But you don’t,” he snarled, biting her neck.

She came fast, clenching around him, crying his name.

He didn’t slow down. He fucked her through her orgasm, pounding into her until he finally groaned, his cock twitching as he spilled inside her.

She was still panting when he pulled out, both of them shaky and silent.

He helped her down, his hands gentle now. He picked up her clothes, helped her dress. Then he leaned close and whispered in her ear.

“This won’t be the last time.”

She didn’t argue.

She walked back into the lodge ten minutes later, lips red, thighs sore, his cum still dripping down her legs.

Ethan was pouring another cup of coffee.

“Everything okay?” he asked, glancing up.

She forced a smile. “Yeah. Just needed a minute to think.”

She sat beside him, holding her breath. She told herself she’d stop. She had to. But across the room, Maddox stood by the window, watching her with a calm she didn’t trust.

And when he turned away, she already missed him.