My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 35 False Alarm

Nova POV

The flashing red-and-blue lights outside the mansion nearly stopped my heart.

"Do you know what this is about?" Grant asked Ivin, his voice calm but heavy with that clipped edge he used when something wasn’t right.

Ivin shook his head. No answers.

Grant turned to me, and his gaze pinned me harder than the seatbelt, Cold and Unblinking and For the first time since I met him, I wondered if he’d hand me over without blinking if it meant saving himself.

"Don’t get out," he ordered. "If they ask questions, you don’t know anything. If they push harder, you tell them you’ll only speak with a lawyer present."

I nodded because my throat had locked shut. Fear does that.

He barked some rasped instructions to Ivin, pulled out his phone, and made a call I didn’t catch, but I’d bet a thousand orgasms it was his lawyer. Then he was gone, striding toward the police like he owned their badges.

I sat there, shivering in silence, while my brain staged a horror film marathon: cuffs snapping around my wrists, headlines screaming College Girl Accomplice to Mafia Murder, me rotting in prison orange with no good Erotic novels and comics in sight.

But after a series of sharp exchanges and a few phone calls, the cops melted away like they’d only come to shake his hand.

Grant slid back into the car untouched. Untouchable.

But I was barely holding it together.

By the time we got inside, I didn’t even have energy for sarcasm. I went straight to my room, peeled myself into the bath, and sank under the water like I was baptizing myself out of this nightmare.

But the thoughts followed me.

Tyler. Dead. Because of me.

I tried the "mental health blog" thing where you name your emotions so you can sort them out. Grief. Guilt. Fear. Rage. Horny. (Yeah, apparently that one sticks no matter what.)

Grief because Tyler didn’t deserve to die like that. Not in Grant’s hands, not like some mob warning left under a bridge. Guilt, because I couldn’t stop replaying the chain of events that led him here.

Fear because what if the police come back? What if they dig up the truth? What if they pin me to Grant’s crimes? Would he protect me, or feed me to the wolves to save his empire?

And rage... because even while I thought all this, my body still betrayed me. I still wanted him.

Worst of all, I knew Sandra was still out there. Psycho Barbie with a knife. And she’d made it clear: next time, she wouldn’t just whisper in my ear.

But avoiding Grant wasn’t an option. Not when my internship and my survival was shackled to his empire. And not when my body still pulsed at the memory of his hands.

Chaos.

My life was pure chaos. And chaos is the one thing I couldn’t handle.

I dragged myself out of the tub, tied my robe, and opened the bathroom door straight into a wall of muscle.

Grant’s bare chest.

"What the fuck?" I gasped, stumbling back. "I know it’s your house, but can I please have a little privacy?"

The words slipped out sharper than I meant, laced with exhaustion and the raw wound of Tyler’s death.

His eyes narrowed.

"You’ll have privacy when I decide you’ve earned it."

The arrogance rolled off him in waves. My brain screamed, murderer, monster, but my body... my body curled toward him like a sinner leaning into confession.

I bit my lip, hard. "Why did you do it?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

His answer came without hesitation or apology or excuses. It was steel and cold.

"Because he dared touch what was mine. You are mine. Not anyone else’s."

My heart stuttered, traitorous, at his words. Mine. I wanted to melt, to believe him, to crawl at his feet. But I forced my face blank.

"So that’s how it works?" I snapped. "Anyone who touches me dies? Should I start killing every slut that touches you, too? Would you like me to—"

His hand shot out, clamping my throat in one swift motion. I gasped, choking on both fear and a thrill that went straight between my thighs.

"You need to know your place, Nymph." His teeth were gritted, his voice low and vibrating with danger. "You’ve been a very bad girl."

My toes curled against the carpet.

"And you are mine. Mine." His grip tightened just enough to make me dizzy. "I’m the only one who touches you. I’ll do it where, when, and however I want."

My body betrayed me. Wet heat pooled under my robe. I hated myself for it, but God, I wanted him.

He leaned closer, eyes burning into me like he could see every one of my secrets. "Listen well. I can fuck and touch as many sluts as I please. And they can touch me if I command it. But you, Nymph? You don’t even think about it."

The word Nymph cracked something in me. My resolve melted, replaced with the ache to be his. To obey. To be good.

His roar shook me to my core: "Am I clear?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, the defiance bleeding out of me.

His hand released, and I nearly collapsed with relief. He sat on the edge of my bed, spreading his legs.

"Now," he said, his tone all lethal calm. "Be my good girl. Suck my cock."

And I dropped to my knees like I was born for it.

Unbuckling his belt with shaky fingers, I took him into my mouth, sucking him deep, eager to earn back his approval. His hand cupped my head, guiding me down until I choked and tears streaked my cheeks.

"Good girl," he groaned. "Take it all. Throat me."

I obeyed, desperate, gagging but proud of every inch I swallowed. Pleasure laced with shame.

But then his hand fisted in my hair and yanked me off.

I gasped, saliva trailing from my lips, eyes dazed until I saw what he was holding.A small rectangle. White card.Luca’s business card. The one he slipped into my clutch at the gala. The one I’d carelessly tossed on the bed.

"What the fuck is this, Nymph?"

Panic iced my veins.

"I planned to throw it away! I swear, I wasn’t going to call him!"

Grant’s face hardened, disappointment carved deep.

"You’ve lost the privilege to suck this cock."

The shame burned hotter than fire.

"Please, Daddy," I begged, my voice wrecked with need. "Please, I’m sorry—"

He ignored me, stroking himself in his own fist. My mouth watered, my pussy throbbed, and I whimpered as he aimed his release across my face.

"Lick it."

I didn’t hesitate. Swiping his cum off my skin, I licked my hand clean like it was holy. By the door, he paused, Luca’s card burning between his fingers.

"You can use your fingers on yourself," he said, voice a blade. "But don’t you dare orgasm."

"Yes, sir," I whispered, still kneeling, already sliding my hand between my thighs, desperate to obey

Grant slipped Luca’s card into his breast pocket, like it was a threat he planned to savor later. His gaze swept over me once more, naked need kneeling in a bathrobe, smeared with his release, hand trembling between my thighs.

"You’ll stay just like that, Nymph," he said, voice low but razor sharp. "Wanting. Waiting."

I nodded, swallowing the ache in my throat.

Still At the door, he paused. His silhouette in the frame was all menace and authority.

"I don’t care if you hate me right now," he murmured without turning. "But the moment you touch that man, even by mistake, I’ll put him in the ground beside Tyler. And Nymph—" he finally looked back, eyes gleaming with lethal promise. "if I ever find out you kept this card because you wanted to..."

He let the silence hang, heavy and suffocating, before the corner of his mouth tilted in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"...then you won’t just lose the privilege of sucking my cock. You’ll lose the privilege of breathing."

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me shaking on the floor.

Between my legs, my fingers were frozen. Wanting, but too terrified to move.

And in my chest, my heart was beating so loud, I almost didn’t hear the faint buzz of my clutch on the bed.

A new message.From an unknown number.

(Unknown): Cara Mia, I see you chose the ogre tonight. Don’t worry. We’ll talk soon