Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

V incenzo

I closed my eyes and swore under my breath. It was far too late to take what just happened back.

I'd fucked Jenna, my daughter's best friend.

I had crossed a line tonight, and I could never uncross it. My heart felt heavy, like a thousand bricks pressing down on me as a mix of guilt and desire warred within me. I couldn't go back to the way things were.

Not now. Not ever .

For a second, I thought about my daughter. What would she think? What would she say if she knew I had fallen for her best friend? That I'd fucked her? The betrayal she would feel, the hurt, the anger—it would be unbearable.

I ran a hand through my hair, the silence of the room oppressive. What had I done? How could I have let this happen? My desire for Jenna had clouded my judgment, and now we were both in too deep.

I thought back to the moment when she had stood toe to toe with me. The look in her eyes, the sheer vulnerability mixed with defiant determination… I could only take so much.

I was only a man.

I had needs of my own.

But despite all the reasons why this was wrong, I couldn't bring myself to regret it. At least… not entirely .

There was something about her, something that made me feel alive in a way I hadn't in years. She saw me, not just the facade I presented to the world, but the man underneath and she wasn't afraid of me.

And that scared me as much as it thrilled me.

But I had to face the truth.

We couldn't go back to how things were before. There was no going back. The question now was how to move forward without destroying everything and everyone I cared about.

But that was a problem for another day.

For a moment, I allowed myself a moment to enjoy what had just happened.

Jenna had been magnificent.

I thought for sure she would have struggled and fought, but in the end, she'd submitted to my dominance, and it was beautiful. I hadn't even allowed myself to dream of such a thing, but she'd been perfect.

Everything about her had been like it was straight out of a dream. From the defiance in her eyes, to the rebellious tilt of her mouth when she smirked back at me, to the stance of her body as she leaned in toward me as if she was seeking me out.

And it didn't stop there.

There was her body too. Her ass was as gorgeous as I thought it would be. The way the leather of my belt had made the welts bloom across her skin was the most exquisite thing I had ever seen. Her pussy was a tight as a vise, and far wetter than I could have ever hoped for. Her moans and screams were seared into my memory now and I would fantasize about them for days to come.

I hadn't planned to fuck her.

But now that I had, there was no turning back.

She was mine now.

The thought was as dangerous as they come, but I didn't care.

She belonged to me now. Completely.

I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off the floor. She curled into me and nestled her cheek against my chest. Then I carried her through my bedroom, past the bed, and straight into the master bathroom. I put her down gently to sit on top of the toilet, while I busied myself with running a bath for her.

I'd been so very rough with her. Now I was going to be gentle.

When the water was just hot enough, I helped her to her feet and slowly eased her into the bath. Her ass was still red and covered with my drying seed, but she didn't protest as she lowered herself into the water. I poured bath bubbles into the tub and her eyes lit up.

"I'm not a child," she said bashfully, but I knew she was fighting just for pride's sake. She didn't really want to stop what was happening just like she hadn't before.

I smiled, a real genuine smile.

"No, you're not," I agreed. "You're a woman and you deserve to be treated like one. Now, let me spoil you, baby girl, or else I'll put you back over my knee again before I put you to bed," I said softly.

She blushed, looking down at the bubbles. Timidly, she reached out and played with a clump of them, allowing herself to relax just a little.

I reached forward and took her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. Then I released it and turned to go, but she gripped my hand in return, keeping me close.

"Stay," she whispered, her eyes pleading with me. I swallowed hard.

How could I say no to her?

"Are you sure, baby girl?"

She nodded and I could tell she meant it. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me, so I just gave in and decided to stay.

I gave her what she wanted because I wanted it, too.

"Alright," I said softly, stepping closer to her. "Let's get you cleaned up."

I could see the trust in her eyes, the way she looked at me, and it stirred something deep within me.

I grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the water, squeezing out the excess before gently running it over her skin. I started with her shoulders, working my way down her arms, washing away the day's tension.

"Close your eyes," I whispered, and she did, trusting me completely.

My heart pulsed for the first time in years.

I lathered some soap between my hands, then gently massaged it into her skin. My hands moved slowly, tenderly over her body, the feel of her soft curves under my fingertips making my heart race. I washed her back, her chest, taking my time and wanting to cherish every moment and sear it into my memory just in case this all went sideways.

She leaned back, her eyes still closed, her breathing steady. I could see the tension melting away from her body, replaced by a serene calm. I moved to her legs, washing them with the same care.

When she was completely clean, I rinsed the soap from her body and the water turned milky with the remnants of the bath salts. I reached for a towel, wrapping it around her as I helped her out of the tub. For a moment, she just stood before me, dripping and radiant, before her eyes lifted to meet mine.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft and full of emotion.

I nodded, unable to find my voice for a moment. "You're welcome, baby girl."

I gently dried her off, the towel absorbing the water from her skin. She stood still, letting me take care of her. When she was dry, I led her out into the hallway and into the guest bedroom.

"You're staying here tonight. Now lie down," I instructed, and she did so without an argument, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Will you lay with me?" she asked sweetly.

The hazel color struck me time and time again, like a warm cup of cider with flecks of gold staring back at me and I couldn't help but nod, wanting to give her the world in that moment.

I climbed in beside her, pulling her close. Her warmth against me was comforting, grounding even. I held her tightly, feeling her relax into my embrace.

I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, my heart aching with the enormity of what lay ahead.

"Sleep well, baby girl," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

She nodded, her eyes blinking slowly before they shut as she nestled against me. I lay there, holding her, the weight of the day lifting little by little as I listened to her steady rhythmic breathing.

What a perfect fucking angel.

When I was finally certain she was fully asleep, I slipped out from beside her and tucked the covers around her. For a moment, I just let myself stare at her.

Her lashes fluttered, dark against her pale cheeks and I had to stop myself from reaching out to touch her to see if she was real. Her cheeks were still pink and flushed from our fucking earlier and her hair was wet, but she was absolutely breathtaking.

I'd deal with the consequences of today tomorrow.

Because tonight, all that mattered was that she was safe.

And all mine .