My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 49 WAP

NOVA POV

"Move,"

I snapped, shoving at his chest. He didn’t budge. Of course he didn’t. Grant was a wall, one carved out of arrogance and Steel.

How did he even know where I was?

What if Luca is aware of my location as well?

What if Lena caught me with her dad? Did Grant even think this through at all?

"You think you can corner me in the middle of a club—"

"I don’t think," he cut in, his voice a growl only I could hear over the loud music. His hand slid to the edge of my waist, not gentle and not soft either, it was a not so subtle reminder of what we once had.

"I know. You walked in here dressed like a fantasy, and you thought I’d sit back while some bastard put his hands on you? No, baby. Not happening."

Baby. Hearing him call me baby brought back those memories. The kind that made heat pool between my legs.

Heat licked up my spine at his possessive tone. I wasn’t dumb enough to mistake his possessiveness for love. I knew it was not love, not romance, it’s something darker. Something that’s supposed to scare me but it’s somehow drawing me in.

Something I should have shoved off me, but my body wasn’t on the same team as my head.

"I don’t belong to you," I whispered back, sharper this time, trying to inject bravado into my voice even as it shook.

His jaw flexed. His lips twitched like he wanted to smile, but there was nothing amusing about this whole situation.

"Keep saying it," he murmured, leaning closer until my feet shuffled and my back pressed harder into the deserted part of the bar.

"Say it loud enough to convince yourself. But the way your pulse is racing?" He dragged his thumb along the side of my throat, slow, deliberate. "Your body already knows the truth."

I swallowed, hard, hating the heat curling low in my stomach.

Before I could spit back some kind of defense, his fingers tangled in my burgundy bob, tugging just enough to tilt my face up to his. My breath caught. His mouth hovered over mine, close enough to taste the whiskey and smoke rolling off him.

He didn’t just cage me against the bar, Grant caught my wrist and pulled. The crowd broke around us as he cut through the shadows, past the velvet VIP curtains, down a narrow hallway where vodka clung to the floor and something sweet burned faint in the air.

He moved like there was no rush, guiding me as if I’d already chosen to follow. By the time we stopped at what looked like a storage room, I hadn’t even registered the walls. All I saw—all I felt—was him

"You’re drunk," I whispered, desperate for an excuse to escape and to make sense of the situation.

He smirked, dangerous. "No. I’m starving."

"Grant—"

"Shut up, Nova."

My back hit the wall before I could blink. His body followed, close enough that his heat soaked straight through the thin second-skin costume.

"This is insane," I hissed, my breath shaking even as heat coiled low in my chest. My nipples strained hard against the thin lace of my bra, betraying me in ways I hated him for noticing

"Insane is letting you think you can parade yourself around for other men." His hand slid down my side, stopping at my hip. Fin and definitely protective.

"Insane is me watching another guy touch what’s mine. I’ve already lost enough sleep over you. I’m not losing you."

I opened my mouth to argue, but the words tangled on my tongue because he was already leaning in, brushing his lips over the corner of my jaw.

My heart hammered like I’d been caught doing something forbidden, and shame curled hot in my stomach. Because even with the war raging in my head, I couldn’t deny it, my thong was already drenched

"You smell like tequila," he rasped, leaning closer, "and a sin I should already be confessing. Do you even know what you’re doing to me right now?"

"No." The word scraped out, useless, when every nerve in my body lit up like fireworks. And God, I hated myself for it.

My hands, traitors that they were, pressed against his chest, my brain screamed to push him away but my heart and body wanted to feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under my palms. It was racing, just like mine.

"Say it," he demanded, low against my ear. "Say you’re not mine. Say it while I’ve got you like this."

I should have. I wanted to. The lie sat heavy on my tongue, but my lips wouldn’t shape it.

And he knew. Mother help me, he knew.

His smirk ghosted against my skin as his hand slid lower, hooking the edge of my costume. Not yet enough to strip me, but it’s just enough to prove he could and that he would.

"You won’t say it," he murmured, satisfied. "Because even if you hate me, even if you want to claw your way away from me, you won’t"

His eyes locked with mine and his heavy dark was unrelenting as they bite into mine.

"You’re mine, Nova. Always have been. Always will be"

The words sank into me, heavy as chains, but instead of dragging me down, they lit something low in my stomach, sharp and hot.

"Stop saying that," I whispered, but it was too soft. Too broken.

His eyes burned into mine like he already heard the yes in my no. He let his hand skim down, sliding over the curve of my hip, daring me to push him away. I didn’t. Mother help me, but I couldn’t.

"Tell me no and I’ll stop," he rasped, voice low and feral, his lips brushing the corner of my mouth. "One word, Nova. Say it."

I should have. God, I should have. But the truth was, I didn’t want to.

My head tipped back against the wall, and instead of shoving him away, my nails curled into his shirt, gripping tight like I needed him closer.

That was all the permission he needed

His mouth crushed mine, hot and hungry. The taste of smoke and whiskey clashed with tequila on my tongue, and I hated how my knees buckled with relief. Like this was what I’d been starving for without admitting it.

This was what my fooling with Luca had made me lose out on.

His mouth against mine swallowed every sound I tried to make as his hand slipped gently under the edge of my costume, dragging it up my thigh. His palm was rough and when he gripped my bare skin, I gasped into his mouth.

Grant growled, the sound low and primal, like he’d finally gotten his first bite after starving too long. And I couldn’t help but respond with a purr of acceptance.

"You came out here to tempt me," he accused against my lips. "To make me lose my mind." His hand squeezed higher. "And now you’re going to pay for it."

"Grant—"

My protest shattered when his thumb dragged across my clothed core. My hips jolted forward before I could stop them.

"Yeah," he hissed, dark satisfaction curling in his tone. "That’s what I thought. Your mouth lies, but this body?" He pressed harder, making me whimper. "Nymph, Your body’s mine."

Heat seared through me in acceptance followed by shame and hunger tangled so tight I couldn’t tell them apart anymore.

He kissed down my jaw, my neck, biting just enough to leave me breathless. His fingers tugged the thin fabric of my costume aside, baring me to the cool air. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out the bass of the club seeping in the silent room.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered again, the words like a dare, his breath hot against my throat. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

I didn’t. Couldn’t.

Instead, my legs parted just enough, my silence and action screaming louder than any yes my mouth could have uttered.

Grant’s answering smirk had me in a puddle and heat flushed down my face as he slid two fingers along my slick pussy outline. Slow and deliberately teasing me that I shuddered in his arms.

"Fuck, Nymph..." he growled, almost reverent. "Dripping for me already. I knew it. Knew you couldn’t stay away. Luca couldn’t do it right with you. could he?"

My back slammed against the wall before I could correct his assumptions, a helpless sound spilling from me as he slid his digits inside me, he went in deep and sure, claiming every inch of my cunt.

His thumb circled my clit, ruthlessly, while dragging me higher and faster, until I was grinding down on his hand shamelessly.

"Look at you," he rasped, watching me unravel. "You hate me, but you’ll let me wreck you in a room where anyone could walk in. Because you’re mine. Always mine."

""Daddy—please—" The word ripped out of me, raw and desperate.

"Don’t call me daddy," he bit out. "Save it for him."

I knew exactly who ’him’ was. If only he knew. The thought tried to claw its way forward, but I shoved it deep down where it couldn’t touch this moment.