Page 5 of His Dangerous Secret

Who am I kidding? Ava and I both know that I’ll be on my way to the lake house today. I just have to stop pretending and get in the car.

“My son’s a man!” my father roars as I come downstairs. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, boy!”

He’s referring to the strippers. I guess this means they got out of the penthouse without being seen.

“I’m thirty, Dad. I’ve been a man for a while now.”

“Where you headed?” he asks, flanked by several of his men. I don’t know everything about my dad’s business, but I know that these men are the ones he uses for his real dirty business.

Drugs, gambling, women. My father does it all. Anyone who gets in his way is crushed beneath his boot heel. He’s not above torture, blackmail, extortion – anything to get what he wants. I’m about to just ignore him and head for the door when a thought occurs to me.

“Say, Dad. How did you and Ava meet?”

My question seems to surprise him. He plucks the chewed end of his cigar from his lips and reclines in his chair, scratching his chest hair with his thick fingers.

“Why?” he replies. “Wondering if she’s got a sister for you?”

I shrug. “Just curious.”

My father nods, his eyes suspicious. Have I overplayed my hand?

“She applied to work at one of the clubs,” he lies. No way Ava would ever be a stripper. “I rescued her from a life of having dirty dollar bills thrown at her.”

“How nice of you,” I reply as I grab my keys. “Well, I’m headed home. Thanks for the girls, Dad.”

Despite the fact that nothing happened last night, it feels awkward as hell thanking my dad for hooking me up with a foursome. But not to him, apparently. He chuckles as I leave, obviously quite proud of himself.

My place is across town. I should probably go home and shower and change, but when I think about Ava waiting for me at the lake house, I can’t help myself. I drive a few blocks before doubling back and heading out of town.

I barely fucking slept last night after what happened.

I had her – I had her in my hands. All I had to do was take her, throw all caution to the wind, and claim her as mine.

The way her lips fell open and her back arched when she pressed her body against mine…the way her breast felt in my hand…soft and smooth…her nipples hard. Christ, having sex with her would be like driving a special edition Ferrari. I knew she was gorgeous, but last night showed me her true beauty.

Before I could even close my eyes, I had to jerk off. I came in no time, like I was back in high school.

I’m not going to fuck her at the lake house. I’m going to talk to her and that’s going to be it. It’s just too fucking dangerous.

Thinking about what she told me…about my dad having bought her from her dad has me seeing red, and I blow right through a speed trap going twenty over. I don’t even bother to glance in the rearview. The cops around here all know my car and they know better than to pull me over.

I park down the road from the lake house. My father will have men watching over his wife, but I know their blind spots and make my way through the woods to the side entrance by the garage. It’s policy to keep all the doors and windows locked, but when I try the knob, I see it’s been left open for me.

My body is thudding with so much adrenaline and lust that when I step inside I have to lean against the wall for a few minutes to compose myself. Just knowing she’s upstairs has my body aching and my cock pulsing between my thighs.

What’s she wearing this time? A bikini? Some sexy one-piece? Or maybe some classy loungewear, silky and sensual. Fuck, she could be wearing some tattered sweat shorts and a T-shirt and still look like a goddess.

Slowly, I take the stairs to the second floor and hug the wall to avoid being spotted by my father’s men. When I reach the landing, I hear the sound of jazz coming from Ava’s room.

“Looks like your maybe was a yes,” she says as I enter. She’s lounging on the chaise longue on the balcony overlooking the water, and every one of my guesses was wrong. She’s not wearing a bikini or a one-piece or a pair of tattered sweat shorts and a T-shirt; she’s not wearing anything.

My tongue balls up in my mouth, and I swallow hard as my heat rate increases. Her body is ripe, tight and dangerous, with curves that have my cock as hard as steel. I feel my sanity quickly slipping away as I contemplate taking her right now.

No. I can’t. She belongs to my father.

Then the rush of last night rises within me like a geyser of hot lava ,and I have to clench my fists as hard as I can to stop myself from rushing over to her.

The things I’d do to her…

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