OBEYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER

Chapter 1

I shouldn't be here.

Not in his house.

Not outside this door.

Not with my hand trembling on the doorknob of Dante Wolfe's private study-a place no one entered uninvited.

But tonight, I wasn't anyone.

Tonight, I wasn't Ava Montgomery-college student, daughter of nobodies, best friend of his only child.

Tonight, I was hungry.

And stupid.

And wet.

I don't even remember the reason I came. I just remember the moment my eyes met his across that crowded dining room two hours ago-when I caught him watching me not like a father, but like a predator.

Like I was prey.

Like he was waiting for me to cross the line.

And here I was.

Knock.

No answer.

I exhaled. My heart was in my throat, beating like it wanted to escape.

I turned the knob.

It wasn't locked.

Of course it wasn't. He wanted me to come.

I stepped in.

Dim light. Warm whiskey air. Shelves of books and shadows. Thick silence. Then-

"Close the door."

His voice cut like silk laced with smoke.

I obeyed.

I turned slowly, my back to the heavy oak as I faced him-Dante Wolfe-six-foot-four in a black shirt that hugged the hard lines of a man who didn't need to raise his voice to control the world.

His tie was undone. His sleeves rolled. His eyes... those gray eyes didn't blink.

"You walked in," he said, "knowing exactly what it would mean."

I couldn't speak. My mouth had gone dry. My thighs were pressed too tight together.

He stood from his leather chair. Didn't rush. Didn't smirk. Just... stared.

Each step he took was deliberate. Slow. Like he was giving me a chance to run.

I didn't.

"I'm your daughter's best friend," I whispered. "This is wrong."

He stopped in front of me, barely inches away.

"Then why are you wet?" he asked, his voice gravel and fire.

I gasped, cheeks blazing, knees weak.

He brushed my hair behind my ear. "Tell me, Ava. What do you want?"

You. I want you to break me.

"I don't know," I whispered, but my breath betrayed me. It was ragged, desperate.

"Yes, you do." His fingers slid beneath my chin, tilting my face to meet his. "You want to be ruined. You want to be owned."

"No."

"Liar."

He kissed me.

It wasn't sweet.

It was domination in its purest form. Tongue. Teeth. Hunger. I whimpered as his hand grabbed my throat-not hard, not soft. Just enough to own me.

My panties were soaked.

He pulled away. I almost fell.

"Take off your dress."

I hesitated.

He stepped back, crossing his arms like a judge waiting for a verdict. His jaw clenched once.

"Now."

The word cracked like a whip.

I reached for the hem of my dress with shaking fingers. Pulled it over my head. Let it fall.

He stared.

"No bra," he murmured. "Little tease."

His eyes roamed over my pale skin, my trembling breasts, my thighs that refused to stop clenching.

He approached. Slowly.

"You're untouched," he said. "A fucking virgin."

I nodded, heart breaking open.

He gripped my jaw. "That makes this even better."

He walked behind me. His breath burned against my neck.

"Do you even understand what you're doing, Ava?"

"No."

"But you still came."

He shoved my panties down.

I gasped as cold air kissed my heat. He didn't touch me-just stood there, making me feel naked with his breath.

"Bend over my desk."

I blinked. "What?"

"Do it."

I did.

Chest flat on polished wood. Legs shaking. Ass exposed.

He moved behind me. Close. I could feel the heat of his body-not touching, just hovering.

He spanked me.

Once.

The sound echoed like thunder in the quiet room. My breath hitched. My pussy clenched.

He groaned behind me. "Look at you... dripping."

"Please," I whispered. I didn't even know what I was begging for. Touch? Mercy? More?

He slid two fingers down my slit.

"Fuck," he hissed. "You're so tight. So ready to be ruined."

I cried out as he pressed them inside. It burned. It stretched. But it was perfect.

He moved slowly. Controlled. Then faster. Rougher.

"I should stop," he muttered darkly, "but you don't want me to."

"I don't," I sobbed.

He spanked me again. I gasped.

He pulled his fingers out. I whined.

Then the sound of a belt.

My eyes widened. He was unbuckling.

He was going to take me.

Without warning, he grabbed my hips, yanked me back-and then...

He pressed against me.

Hard. Thick. Unforgiving.

"This will hurt," he warned, voice like thunder. "And it will change everything."

"Please," I whispered. "Just do it."

He drove into me with a growl.

Pain exploded.

I screamed.

His hand covered my mouth.

"Take it," he hissed into my ear. "Take every inch."

It hurt. God, it hurt.

But I never wanted him to stop.

He stayed buried deep, letting me adjust, groaning against my neck.

"You're mine now, Ava," he whispered. "You gave me your body. You belong to me."

Tears slipped from my eyes.

He began to move.

Slow at first. Stretching me, claiming me. Then harder. Faster.

Each thrust was brutal.

Each moan was stolen from my throat.

My nails scratched his desk.

My orgasm hit like a storm-loud, shaking, wet.

I cried out his name.

He didn't stop.

He took me through it.

And when he came, it was inside.

No protection.

No apology.

Just possession.

Pure and dark.

He collapsed over me, breath hot against my back. Then stood. Fastened his pants.

I lay there, broken and claimed.

Finally, I whispered, "What now?"

He looked down at me, eyes blazing.

"Now, Ava," he said coldly, "you obey me. Every time. Everywhere."

And then he left me-panties on the floor, legs trembling, and the taste of danger heavy under my legs.

Chapter 2

I couldn't move.

My body ached in places I didn't know could ache. My thighs trembled, sore from where he had gripped them, held them open like they were his to spread. My lips were chapped, bitten. My neck still tingled where his teeth had marked me.

But none of that compared to the heat between my legs.

Or the burning shame crawling up my spine.

I had slept with my best friend's father.

Correction-I had been ruined by him.

Used.

Marked.

Claimed.

And now, as sunlight slipped through the tall windows of Dante Wolfe's penthouse guest room, I stared at the ceiling in stunned silence, still naked under his thick black sheets.

My panties were nowhere to be found.

My phone had seventeen missed calls.

All from Harper.

Her.

His daughter.

My best friend since freshman year.

The girl who had invited me to spend the weekend at her father's mansion, thinking it would be a harmless escape from dorm life and exams.

If only she knew what happened three floors below her last night.

I sat up slowly, the soreness between my legs making me wince. The scent of him clung to my skin-clean, masculine, dominant.

There was a glass of water on the nightstand. A folded note beneath it.

My name written in thick, sharp black ink.

Ava.

Shower. Eat. Be dressed in black before 10 AM. Come downstairs. Sit silently at my right. Obey.

– D.W.

I stared at it, heart hammering, lips parted.

Shower.

Eat.

Dress.

Obey.

Just like that. No apology. No affection. No regret.

And I hated how badly that thrilled me.

Thirty minutes later, I stood in front of a floor-length mirror, wrapped in a towel. A black dress hung on the bed-a sleek, tight bodycon that screamed "owned." There were heels. Panties. Even a fresh bra that somehow fit perfectly.

He'd had it all planned.

He knew.

He'd wanted this.

Or maybe... he'd always known I wanted it too.

I stepped into the dress, ignoring the way my thighs still trembled, and brushed out my damp hair.

When I walked into the dining room, the first thing I saw was him.

Dante Wolfe, in a charcoal-gray suit, standing by the window, speaking on the phone in that low, commanding tone that made men say yes and women drop their panties.

He turned slightly when I entered, eyes grazing me head to toe.

His voice didn't pause. But the heat in his stare was unmistakable.

He ended the call with one word: "Done."

Then he turned to me fully.

"Sit."

I sat in the chair beside his. He didn't look at me again, didn't greet me. Just lifted his cup and drank his black coffee while reading something on his tablet.

I sat stiff, nervous, eyes flickering to the empty seat opposite me.

Harper's seat.

I swallowed thickly.

"She's at yoga," he said without looking up.

I flinched.

"She won't be back for two hours," he added. "That gives us time to talk about what happened last night."

My heart stopped.

My breath hitched.

He set his tablet down and finally looked at me.

The weight of his gaze pinned me in place.

"I gave you a chance to leave," he said. "You stayed."

"I know."

"I asked what you wanted. You answered."

"I know."

He leaned forward slightly, voice lowering.

"And now I need to know-was it just curiosity for you, Ava? A one-night rebellion? Or are you ready to obey me?"

My lips parted. "Obey you?"

"Yes. Not just in bed. Not just when you're wet and desperate. I mean fully. Obedience. No secrets. No lies. You are mine now. But only if you accept it."

I stared at him. He didn't blink.

"You don't do relationships," I whispered. "That's what Harper always says."

"I don't." He leaned closer. "But this isn't a relationship. It's ownership."

My thighs clenched instinctively.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good."

His hand slid across the table, fingers grazing mine. "Fear keeps you sharp. Lust keeps you obedient."

"What happens now?" I asked.

He smiled.

It wasn't kind.

"There are rules."

Of course there were.

"Rule number one," he said, his voice firm, deep. "You don't come unless I give permission."

My mouth dropped open.

"Number two. You never lie to me. Ever."

I nodded, heart pounding.

"Three. If I call, you answer. If I say strip, you strip. If I tell you to kneel, you get on your fucking knees."

I swallowed hard.

"And rule four?" I asked shakily.

His voice dropped lower. "You do not touch another man. Ever. Even in your thoughts. You belong to me now, Ava. And if you break my rules... I will break you."

I felt the heat rush down my spine, pooling between my thighs all over again.

He stood suddenly and walked around the table. Before I could breathe, he was behind me, his hands sliding into my hair, pulling gently but firmly until my head tilted back to look up at him.

"You're not my girlfriend," he said. "You're my secret."

"Okay."

"My obsession."

"Yes."

"My fucktoy."

The word made me moan.

"Say it."

"I'm your fucktoy," I whispered.

He smiled like a man who had just won a war.

"Good girl."

Then he kissed me.

Hard. Possessive. Like he needed to remind me that my body belonged to him-even here, at his breakfast table, with Harper possibly walking in any second.

He pulled back and whispered against my lips, "Clean up. Pack a bag. You'll be staying here tonight. And the night after. And every night until I say otherwise."

"Harper will notice."

"She won't."

"What if she-?"

He cut me off with a finger to my lips.

"Obey me, Ava. That's all you need to do now."

I nodded.

And just like that, my fate was sealed.

Hours later, I stood in front of his room again.

This time, I didn't hesitate.

I entered without knocking, fully dressed, lips painted, pulse racing.

He was on the balcony, smoking a cigar, shirtless, his chest hard and scarred with a single burn over his left pec-just above the heart.

He looked at me.

Said nothing.

I stepped inside and dropped my bag. Slowly, I unzipped my dress and let it fall.

I wore nothing underneath.

He watched me like I was a piece of art.

Then he said, "Get on the bed. All fours. Head down."

My knees wobbled, but I obeyed.

The sheets were cold against my skin.

Then I felt the warmth of him behind me.

He slid a hand between my legs.

"So wet again already," he murmured. "You're addicted."

"No," I whispered.

He spanked me once, hard. "Liar."

I moaned.

He leaned over me, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance, not entering yet-just teasing, letting the fear and anticipation burn through my spine.

"I'm going to fuck you until you scream," he promised. "Then I'm going to do it again. And again. Until your voice is mine. Your body is mine. Your soul..."

He pushed in slowly, deliciously.

"...is already mine."

Chapter 3

The next morning, I woke to the sound of his voice-deep, firm, commanding.

But he wasn't speaking to me.

He was on the phone.

I blinked, my body sore from the night before, wrapped in black silk sheets that still smelled like him. The echoes of his hands, his mouth, his body, still tingled across my skin.

I sat up slowly.

Dante stood by the window, shirtless again, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. His back was sculpted, his tattoos stark against golden skin, the muscles shifting with every movement.

"No," he said into the phone, clipped. "If the code doesn't run clean, we pull the product. I don't care how much it costs-Wolfe Technologies doesn't release broken things."

His voice. His control. It made my thighs squeeze together just hearing him work.

"Good," he finished, then turned.

His eyes found me instantly.

"On the bed. Naked. Knees apart."

I shivered.

He dropped the phone and came toward me.

No hello. No soft touches.

Just ownership.

I obeyed without a word. My legs opened, trembling. My lips parted. My pulse roared in my ears.

He didn't speak as he knelt between my thighs, his eyes dark and hungry. He tasted me like a man starved, and I came apart with a cry muffled by the back of my own hand.

When I tried to collapse, he grabbed my waist and flipped me, pushing my face into the sheets.

"You're not done," he growled.

He took me from behind-slow, hard, possessive. One hand wrapped in my hair. The other squeezed my hip hard enough to bruise.

I didn't care.

Every thrust said what his mouth never would: You're mine now.

---

After he left me panting and wrecked, he rose from the bed, adjusted his slacks, and lit a cigar at the window without looking back.

I curled around a pillow, sweat cooling on my skin, trying to slow my breathing.

"You'll ride with Harper to the event tonight," he said suddenly. "Act normal. Smile. Laugh. Keep your mouth shut."

My stomach twisted. "An event?"

He nodded. "Charity gala. Everyone will be there. Including me."

"But-"

"No buts." He turned, blowing smoke, his jaw sharp. "You'll be there in black. Heels. Collar."

My heart stopped.

"Collar?"

He smirked. "A diamond one. Look for the box on the table."

"I can't-"

"You already did. Now you'll keep doing it."

I sat up, the sheet clinging to my chest. "What if someone notices?"

"Then they'll know who you belong to." He exhaled slowly. "You're not just my best friend's daughter's friend anymore. You're my pet. My possession. My weakness."

That last word sounded like a confession he hadn't meant to say.

And yet, he said it anyway.

Then he walked out.

---

The dress was black, satin, backless, thigh-high slit, the kind you only wear when you want to be looked at and claimed at the same time.

But the collar... oh God.

It was a choker of small diamonds with a single black crystal hanging from the center. Elegant. Dainty. Dangerous.

It looked like jewelry.

It felt like a leash.

Harper squealed when she saw me come downstairs. "You look so hot! Oh my God, I told you my dad had style!"

She had no idea.

She didn't know her father had picked this out. That his hands had touched this skin hours ago. That I still had bite marks on my thighs under this dress.

She didn't know he'd called me his weakness and then fucked me until I cried.

Harper looped her arm through mine as we walked out to the limo. "Tonight is going to be insane. So many hot people. Try not to fall in love with any billionaires, okay?"

I laughed hollowly. "I'll try."

---

The gala was held at a massive rooftop ballroom. White lights, crystal chandeliers, champagne fountains. The place oozed wealth and power.

And danger.

Because he was already there.

I saw him the second I stepped through the doors.

He was talking to some senator, nodding politely, but his eyes were on me.

Locked.

Like a predator tracking his prey.

And the moment he saw that I was wearing the collar-his collar-I saw it in his eyes.

Pride. Possession. Need.

No one else would know. Not unless they looked closely. But he knew.

And that was all that mattered.

---

The hours dragged.

Harper introduced me to socialites, entrepreneurs, arrogant heirs who tried to flirt with me while my skin crawled under Dante's distant gaze.

Every touch, every compliment felt wrong.

Because I knew he was watching.

From the shadows.

Guarding what was his.

At one point, a handsome trust fund idiot brushed his hand over my lower back.

I didn't even have time to react.

Because suddenly-Dante was there.

"Excuse us," he said coolly, stepping between us, eyes never leaving mine.

The guy blinked. "Hey, man, I didn't mean to-"

"She's taken," Dante said. Then he looked at me. "Come."

I followed.

Like a good girl.

---

He didn't say a word until we were in a private hallway behind the ballroom.

Then he pushed me against the wall.

His hands on my throat. Not choking-just holding me still.

"You let him touch you," he said low.

"I didn't-"

"You wore my collar and still let another man touch what's mine?"

His eyes were fire. His body pressed close.

"I didn't let him-he just-"

He kissed me. Brutal. Hot. Unforgiving.

Then his hand slid between my legs, beneath my dress, stroking.

I gasped.

"No panties?" he growled.

"You didn't give me any," I whispered.

He smiled darkly.

"You remember the rules?"

"Yes."

"No coming unless I say so?"

"Yes."

"Then be a good girl and take what I give you."

Two fingers slid inside me.

I moaned.

But I didn't come.

Not yet.

He worked me fast, rough, his breath hot against my throat. My thighs shook. My mouth opened in a silent cry.

He didn't let me go.

Didn't stop until I was begging.

"Please," I gasped. "Please let me-"

"No."

I whimpered.

"Not yet. I want you dripping and desperate all night."

He pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean while staring at me.

"You'll walk around this place knowing your owner touched you. And you'll behave."

I nodded, lips trembling.

He leaned close.

"Tonight, you'll sleep in my bed. With your wrists tied. And if you're a good girl... maybe I'll let you come then."

Then he left me.

Shaking. Wet. Owned.

And I'd never felt more Alive.