Chapter 3

Chloe’s POV

My heart slammed in my chest as our eyes locked. Drake’s face hardened instantly, a storm brewing behind his gaze. He looked at me like the ground had just shifted beneath him, like he’d just stumbled onto something he wasn’t ready to face.

For a moment, no one said a word. The world froze, sound and movement dulled, until Jack’s friend broke the silence first, grinning as if nothing was wrong.

“Chloe, it’s so good to see you. Man, I didn’t even know you and Jack were done. He never said a word.”

Jack stiffened beside him, his jaw tightening. His voice snapped like a whip. “Shut up.”

I turned my glare on him, the bitterness bubbling inside me spilling over. “Of course he wouldn’t say anything. Why would he? Telling the truth isn’t one of his strengths.”

Jack’s expression darkened as he stepped closer, lowering his voice like he could still control me. “Don’t embarrass me here, Chloe.”

I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and hollow. “Embarrass you? You embarrassed yourself when you fucked my best friend.”

His friend froze, his smile dying instantly. His eyes went wide as the truth sank in. “Wait… what? Jack, are you serious?”

The air grew suffocatingly tense. All eyes shifted to Jack, who swallowed hard but didn’t deny it. Drake’s gaze snapped to his son like a blade, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. Then slowly, his eyes returned to me.

There was shock there, yes, but beneath it, something else. Something darker. Desire, raw and unguarded, flickered in his stare like a dangerous flame he couldn’t mask.

Jack tried to save face, reaching for me, his hand closing around my arm. “Let’s talk in private.”

I yanked my arm free, my voice cold and sharp. “Don’t touch me, we’re done. I want nothing to do with you.”

And then, I turned toward Drake. The anger in me softened, replaced by something frighteningly real, something I couldn’t hold back anymore. My voice trembled, but my words cut with conviction.

“I don’t want Jack. Not anymore. He betrayed me. He broke me. But you…” My throat burned as I locked eyes with him.

“You’re the one I want.”

His chest rose and fell, his breaths heavy, uneven. His expression darkened, as if every word I spoke was tearing him apart. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he muttered, his voice low, dangerous.

But I didn’t falter. I couldn’t. “I know exactly what I’m saying,” I pushed back, my words spilling out like fire.

“I’ve never felt the way I felt with you that night. I can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t care that you’re his father. I don’t care about anything else. I want you.”

Jack’s friend’s mouth hung open in shock. Jack, on the other hand, exploded, dragging a hand down his face as he cursed loudly. “Are you fucking crazy, Chloe?” he barked. “That’s my father!”

I turned on him, my chest heaving, my voice fierce. “Then maybe you should have thought about what you were doing with Sylvia before you lost me. Because you did. You lost me.”

He turned to his friend “Don’t try to believe anything she said. She is hallucinating because I broke up with her. She isn’t in her rightful senses.” Then he turned to me. “Chloe, I understand you are going through heartbreak hence why you said this. But you have to be careful with what you say.”

Drake’s eyes never left mine. For a long, heavy second, no one spoke. It was just him and me, standing in the middle of a storm that could destroy everything.

Finally, his voice cut through the silence, hoarse and strained. “This… this can’t happen.”

But I stepped closer, trembling, yet steady in my resolve. “It already has.”

Jack thought I was hallucinating, he never thought of me having anything to do with his father. But he failed because I already slept with his father.

Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, my sheets twisted around me. My body was restless, my mind refusing to shut down. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. His eyes. His voice. The hunger in the way he looked at me, like he wanted me and hated himself for it all at once.

So when my phone buzzed and I saw an unknown number light up the screen, my breath caught. A single message.

[Come to the hotel. Room 406.]

I didn’t hesitate.

I knew it was him.

***

My legs shook as I walked through the familiar hallway, the muted lights casting long shadows on the carpet. My heart thudded in my throat with every step closer to the door. When I knocked softly, the door swung open almost instantly.

Drake stood there, his broad chest rising and falling, his eyes burning into me with a heat that melted every ounce of resistance I thought I had left.

Neither of us spoke.

He grabbed me by the waist and yanked me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. His lips crashed onto mine, hard and desperate, like a man starved.

I moaned into his mouth, my hands clawing at his shirt, pulling, needing him closer. He ripped it off with one sharp tug, muscles flexing as he pinned me against the wall. His mouth devoured mine, his tongue deep and demanding, stealing every breath I had.

“Do you know how crazy you’re making me?” he growled against my lips, his voice low and rough, almost feral. “You’re my son’s ex, for fuck’s sake. I should hate myself for this.”

“Then hate yourself tomorrow,” I gasped, my nails digging into his skin. “Tonight, just take me.”

That broke him.

A guttural sound escaped his throat as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hardness pressed against me through his pants, thick and demanding. I moaned louder, my hips grinding against him instinctively.

“Say it,” he demanded, his mouth hovering over mine, his eyes burning with hunger. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” I cried out, breathless. “I want only you.”

His jaw clenched as if those words ripped away the last thread of restraint holding him back. He carried me to the bed and tossed me down like I weighed nothing, his body looming over me.

My dress was gone in a swift, ruthless motion. I lay bare beneath him, trembling, my skin on fire. His gaze roamed my body hungrily, like every inch of me belonged to him already.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his voice dripping with lust before burying his face between my thighs.

The first touch of his tongue on my clit made me scream. My back arched off the bed as my fingers tangled in his hair. He licked me raw, relentless, his groans vibrating against my sensitive skin.

I ground against his mouth shamelessly, lost in the sensation, the wet sounds of him eating me filling the room. I came fast, shuddering, gasping his name.

But he wasn’t done.

He spread my thighs wider and forced me to sit on his face, his strong arms locking me in place. His mouth devoured me, sucking, licking, feasting like my pussy was his only obsession. My vision blurred, stars exploding behind my eyes.

The pleasure built until I shattered again, then again. He pushed me further, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of me until I was screaming, trembling, completely undone. Six times I broke apart in his mouth, and still he wouldn’t stop, as if he needed to taste every drop of me.

By the time he finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistened with me, his eyes wild with hunger. He stood and shoved his pants down, his thick cock springing free, hard and throbbing.

My eyes widened, my pussy clenching tight with need.

“You wanted daddy to fuck you the other night,” he growled, stroking himself slowly, teasing me with the sight. “Now you’ll get it.”

He spread my legs open wide and pushed inside me hard, filling me in one deep thrust. I cried out, my hands clutching the sheets as he stretched me impossibly wide.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. He thrust deeper, harder, burying himself to the hilt. “This pussy was made for me.”

“Drake!” I screamed, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him deeper.

He pounded into me mercilessly, each stroke harder, faster, driving me closer to the edge again. My nails raked down his back, leaving angry red lines as my cries filled the room.

“You’re mine now,” he growled into my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Not Jack’s. Never again. Only mine.”

“Yes! Only yours!” I moaned, my body arching beneath him.

The heat built fast, unbearable, until we both shattered. My body shook violently, my orgasm tearing through me like fire as he roared my name, spilling deep inside me.

When he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting, slick with sweat, I knew it was too late to turn back.

I was his.

Completely his.

And in the silence after, as his arm tightened around me and his breath slowed, I realized something terrifying.

This wasn’t just desire.

It was an obsession.

And it was going to destroy everything.

His weight pressed me deep into the mattress, his chest heavy against mine as he groaned my name into my ear. My body trembled beneath him, still pulsing around his cock, milking every drop he gave me. I thought he’d pull out. I thought it was over.

But Drake didn’t move.

Instead, he kissed my neck, slow and rough, his cock still buried inside me, twitching. “Fuck… you think I’m done with you already?” he whispered darkly.

I gasped, my nails clutching at his back. “Drake, I… I—”

“You’ll take everything I give you,” he cut me off, his hips rolling again, making me whimper as he stayed rock-hard inside me.

“This pussy… this greedy little pussy hasn’t had enough yet. I can feel it.”

I moaned, my legs shaking as he started to move again, deeper this time, slower, grinding into me like he wanted to brand me from the inside. My eyes rolled back.

“God… Drake…” I whimpered.

“That’s it,” he growled, his teeth grazing my ear.

“Say my name. Not Jack’s. Never Jack’s again. Only mine.”

“Yours,” I breathed. “Only yours.”