All Chapters of Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

She drops the menu for us both, carefully so as not to tamper with the elaborate candles and cutlery on the table. Then she leaves, soundlessly even though she has heels on. I pick up the menu, catching Benjamin's eyes linger on me before he does the same. There is undeniable heat behind those eyes, but it doesn't set me on fire the way one particular pair of dark eyes does. I scan the menu, the cheapest thing is about two hundred dollars, for an appetizer. Something occurs to me then. The only thing I know about Benjamin is that he is also a student like me, and is related to a friend of my mother. I don't know his financial situation, though judging by his car, I can say he is comfortable. Maybe he has supportive middle class parents. But then that doesn't justify this expensive date. His talk about eating whatever I want because the date is covered earlier runs through my head. "Wait. What do you mean by the date is taken care of? Are you saying you won't be the one paying for

Aleen's POV::"What are you doing here?" My voice is small and shaky, I look around, there aren't many people around and Stephane is doing a great job blending into the dark shade the huge oak tree in front of the building provides. If anyone was watching me from the reception area, they would think I was talking to myself. Which would be better than seeing who I am talking to. Knowing who he is. I am being paranoid, of course. This is college. Nobody gives a shit. "That is all you have to say?" I see the outline of his head cocking to the right, I can't see his face from here but I can smell him. Overpowering, it makes me burn beneath my skin. My pulse is racing, and my mouth has gone dry. I can't make sense of anything. I just feel a sense of vindication at being proven right that I wasn't losing my mind, conjuring him up out of thin air. That was really him at the restaurant earlier. If he was there then, and here now, does that mean he had been following us? Watching Benjamin and

"Tell me, Aleen. I want to hear you say it." I lean in to whisper into her ears, she shudders, I breath her in, going heady with her scent. I am intoxicated on her and I didn't even know it was happening. "I can't." She whispers, her voice is raspy and low. "Why not? You just said it." I pull back to look into her eyes, they are wet now, her lips are open slightly and the expression on her gorgeous face is one I have seen before. One that sets my blood on fire for her. Wanting her in a way that was both vital and destructive. Wanting to make her mine. Completely and irrevocably. "I don't regret us. I am afraid to admit that out loud because then, what does that make me? What kind of person am I if I don't regret or feel bad about this?" My poor girl. She looks properly tortured over it. She is pure and I underestimated how much this would weigh on her conscience. I caress her chin gently. Keeping my eyes on hers."You are not a bad person for listening to your body, Aleen. Lust an

"No, Aleen. I don't want to." He leans forward and bites my neck, grazing his sharp canines along the sensitive skin, I inhale sharply, feeling heat spread to my brain, overtaking common sense and rationality. We are going to do this. Here. Right now. I am going to fuck him, right in front of the Rez. Anyone could come knock on the car door, wondering why a luxurious tinted car was parked in front of a female student residential building. And I don't care. I am past caring. If I don't have him now, I might lose my mind from the want of it. "Just you. Just you, Aleen." He growls against my lips before taking them in a searing kiss, I go blind from the impact. Actually, no, I just close my eyes tight."Oh yeah?" I whisper into his mouth, he sucks on my tongue, rendering me hot and speechless. "I want to fuck you in a million different ways. I want to memorise your body and all the ways I could make it tick. I want to fuck you hard and slow and raw and madly. I have plans for you, if

"Fuck.""Fuck." We both moan. At the same time. His head is thrown back, eyes shut tight, mine is open only a fraction. The space between us feels like a universe of its own. Small and all encompassing. Then I start moving, simply because I can't remain still, he is like a volcano inside me, I have to move to accommodate him, I feel like I am choked full on him, it is wickedly delicious. I flex my hips, grinding slowly, taking him in and out, slowly, gently, my walls constrict around him and he moans out loud, a deeply sexy baritone that sounds like it is coming from somewhere untouched and unexplored. I feel flattered. I always do when we get together like this. It is incredibly ego boosting to have him like this, moaning unrestricted, his pleasure apparent on his handsome face. His grip on my hips tighten and I start moving faster, bouncing up and down instead of grinding, my knees are not made for this but I am determined. If only to hear him make those sounds. His fingers dig i