My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 22 Pain & Pleasure

Grant Pov

The sight in front of me was the last thing I ever expected under my own roof.

I might be arrogant, ruthless, even an asshole most days but one thing I’ve never stooped low enough to do is force myself on a woman. A real no has never been foreplay to me. This wasn’t some teasing protest where her mouth said no but her body begged yes. This was a full, terrified No.

And whoever this bastard was... he’d just signed his death warrant.

It’s been a long time since I carved a lesson into a civilian, but this one? He’s going to be remembered in the Hall of Hell.

The only reason I didn’t already put a bullet in his head was because of two things: I have a daughter, and I know damn well I wouldn’t tolerate any man being alone with her like this. And Nova lives under my roof. Her protection is my responsibility, whether she knows it or not.

I’d only come back because I’d forgotten a document at home. The house was quiet, too quiet, but I brushed it off until I noticed Nova’s door cracked open and her room empty. The maid swore she was inside the compound, but something itched in the back of my skull.

One look at the security feed confirmed it.

The bastard stretched like a lion preparing to devour his prey. Then, on the grainy camera, I saw him flick away Nova’s headset and grab her breast—the same breast I’d had in my mouth this morning—like it was his right to touch.

Her face froze in shock and fear. She tried to scream, and he smothered her voice with his filthy hand.

I didn’t remember moving until I was already sprinting across the compound. By the time I reached the pool, the scene playing out before me set my blood to fire.

One hand was enough to fling him across the pavement. The sound of Nova’s panicked scream, the way her body curled into itself as if she wanted to vanish, rage swallowed me whole.

He was already a dead man. A clean shot to the head would be too merciful.

"Nova..."

My voice softened as I crouched beside her, brushing her trembling hair back, patting her head gently until her tear-filled eyes met mine.

"Grant," she whispered, and then she collapsed into me, sobbing into my chest.

I’ve seen her flirty. I’ve seen her clumsy, nervous, angry. But this was pure fear, and it gutted me. All because of a useless piece of dick who won’t get the chance to use it again.

I signaled Ivin. He dragged the bastard away, straight to the warehouse where I deal with traitors. No one will ever see him again.

Right now, all that mattered was Nova.

Her tears soaked through my shirt as I carried her upstairs. She wasn’t in any state to be left alone, and I wouldn’t risk her spiraling deeper into trauma

By the time I carried her upstairs, my shirt was drenched in her tears. She clung to me like I was the only solid ground left. And maybe I was.

I laid her on my bed, intending to stay close until she slept, but when I opened my eyes again, my arms were empty.

The bathroom door was half-closed. I pushed it open without knocking out of habit, not intention.

Nova froze in the mirror’s reflection. Her swimsuit clung damp against her, straps slipping off her shoulders, exposing the soft swell of her naked breast. The imprint of his hand was still there, red and angry against her skin.

Her wide, wet eyes locked on mine.

"Sorry," I muttered, though my gaze lingered too long, caught between the shame in her face and the heat in her body.

Her lips trembled, but her voice was steady. "No. Stay."

The two words stripped me of my last defense.

She had no idea the kind of control she was asking from me. My cock twitched hard in my slacks, and I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to devour her right there.

"Are you sure?" My voice came out rough, harsher than I intended.

"Yes." Her breath hitched. "Please."

That please undid me.

I stepped closer, drawn by the bruised mark on her chest. My hand rose before I could stop it, palm smoothing over the hot imprint left by that bastard. Nova’s lashes fluttered, and her body loosened under my touch, like she’d been waiting for me to erase him.

My thumb circled her nipple, already tightening under my palm. She arched into me instinctively, a soft sound escaping her throat.

Her hands came up, hesitant at first, then bolder as she pressed herself against me. My restraint slipped as I pinched her nipple and twisted gently, coaxing a louder moan.

"Grant..." Her voice broke between a plea and a surrender.

The thin strap of her swimsuit slid down her arm, the fabric pooling at her waist. Pale, bare skin spilled free, and all my earlier promises of patience vanished.

Her hand fumbled at my belt, fingers brushing my cock through the fabric, making me groan against her shoulder. I didn’t care if it was the bathroom wall or the damn floor, her body was mine to claim, and she was begging for it.

She guided my other hand to her free breast, pressing me harder against her, her need blatant, hungry. When I lowered my head, my tongue traced her nipple, sucking until her knees trembled.

"Daddy..." The word slipped from her lips before she even realized it.

Heat shot straight through me. I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes in the mirror, my hand already gripping her throat to tilt her head toward me.

"You don’t get to tease me with that word, little nymph," I growled. "If you say it, you’ll mean it."

Her breath shuddered, but she didn’t back away. "Yes, Daddy."

Fuck. My control was gone

Her voice saying Daddy was a switch in my chest, flipping something dark and hungry that I hadn’t felt in years.

I turned her with a firm grip on her neck, guiding her until she fully faced the mirror. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t resist. Not Nova. Not my nymph.

"Look," I ordered, pressing my mouth to her ear. "I want you to see exactly what you do to me."

She swallowed hard, then nodded, her gaze flicking between my reflection and her own trembling body.

I bent her forward, her palms flattening against the marble counter. Her ass arched back instinctively, a silent offering. I traced the curve slowly, savoring the shiver that ran through her thighs.

"You think I’m going to let you walk into my house with another man’s hands on you?" My fingers slid down her spine, stopping just above the swell of her ass. "No. You’re mine, Nova. And tonight, you’ll learn what that means."

Before she could answer, my palm cracked against her ass, the sharp sound echoing through the bathroom.

She gasped half shock and half heat. Her reflection betrayed her; her lips parted, her pupils blown wide.

"Do you like it?" I murmured against her hair.

Her body trembled, but she nodded quickly.

Another smack landed, harder this time, her ass reddening under my hand.

"Answer me properly."

"Yes..." Her voice broke, breathless. "Yes, Daddy, I like it."

Good girl.

I slipped my fingers between her thighs, finding her dripping, slick and desperate for me. I teased her entrance, just enough to make her moan, then drew my fingers back and pushed them past her lips.

"Clean yourself," I commanded.

She sucked them hungrily, her tongue swirling over the taste of her own arousal. My cock ached at the sight, thick and straining against my slacks.

Another hard smack made her whimper around my fingers.

"Why the fuck were you on a date with someone else?" I growled, squeezing her breast until she gasped.

"I—I’m sorry, Daddy..."

Her apology was frantic, her body rocking back against me, begging even as she pleaded.

"I don’t want sorry." My voice was iron. "I want obedience."

She nodded, desperate, her ass pushing toward my hand with every smack, her slick thighs trembling with the effort of holding still.

When I finally slid two fingers into her, she moaned so loudly I had to cover her mouth, pressing her cheek against the mirror.

"You’re soaked. My nymph, dripping for the Daddy you claim to want."

Her reflection showed her undone, face flushed, eyes wild with desire. And mine was dark, claiming, merciless

Her moans ricocheted off the tiled walls, sweet and broken, every sound tightening the knot in my gut. I dragged my hand from her throat down to her ass and delivered another sharp smack. She jolted, arching beautifully, her reflection a picture of flushed lips and desperate need.

"What do you want?" I growled, my voice vibrating low against her ear, each word laced with possession.

Her body trembled, her grip on the counter white-knuckled as her eyes fluttered half-shut, lost in the sensation.

"You..." she gasped out, pushing her ass back against me with reckless need. "I want you, Daddy."

I smacked her harder again, the sound echoed like a promise, like the nymph that she is.