Intern For My Best Friend's Dad: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance by Flora Ferrari (lightweight ebook reader .TXT) 📗

he growls. “Do you really think I’m not going to claim you now?”

He stands up, gazing down at me with fierce intention in his eyes as he reaches down to unbuckle his belt.

“Your pussy belongs to me, Sophia. You need to understand that. Your cunt is mine, and mine alone. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I moan, shock ricocheting through me at this sudden transformation.

I bring the beast out in him.

And I want it, want it so freaking bad.

But I’m not what he thinks I am, some crazy nympho who’ll be able to please him in all the ways he needs.

“But Solomon,” I moan. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

His hand pauses on his belt as he stares down at me, his sharp eyes flitting to my pussy, more and more hunger – no, starvation, like he’ll die if he doesn’t take me – filling his expression each second.

“You can,” he growls. “You will. Your body wants it. I can tell. So what’s the problem?”

Part of me wants to blurt Caitlin.

Part of me wants to tell him that she’s the problem, the elephant in the room both of us are choosing to ignore.

But even if that’s true – even if this is a betrayal I already can’t forgive myself for – it’s not what stops me.

“The truth, Sophia,” he says sternly. “I’ll know if you’re lying to me.”

I shuffle to the edge of the hood and stand up, my soaked release sliding warmly down my thighs.

Pulling my skirt down over my tingling thighs, I look up into his face, biting my lip as nerves bounce through me.

“I want to please you, Solomon,” I murmur.

I’ve wanted it since I understood what that means, but I don’t tell him that.

“But I’m not—I can’t.” I sigh. “I’m not what you think I am. I’m not some crazy sexually-adventurous nympho. I’m just going to disappoint you.”

He grabs my shoulders and pulls me toward him, pushing his body firmly against mine.

Staring down at me, his eyes brim with barely contained fire, rage, passion.

Something – everything – flares in those stark forest greens of his.

“Tell. Me. The. Truth.”

I stare up at him, fighting the urge to bite my lip again.

He’s not going to take no for an answer.

I avert my gaze, a shiver moving through me.

“I’m a virgin,” I whisper.

CHAPTER SIX

Solomon

Virgin.

The word flares and sparks in my mind, my manhood getting hardening, even more, my seed making my balls even heavier and more difficult to ignore.

I reach out and cradle her face, stroking my thumb across her cheek. Her eyes glisten as though she’s going to burst into tears at any second.

Hate makes my muscles tighten at the thought.

Hate aimed at anybody who’d ever make her feel small for this admission.

“Are you ashamed?” I ask.

She turns her face into my touch, tilting her head, looking so damn cute I almost tell her the full extent of my need for her.

But if I told her that not only am I going to take her virginity, I’m going to impregnate her at the same time, would she run? Would she smile?

“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m nineteen. Most girls I know lost their virginity when they were in high school. It’s weird, Solomon, and don’t tell me it’s not.”

“It’s perfect,” I snap.

She flinches at my fierce tone, but I don’t have it in me to speak to her gently about this.

“You being a virgin just makes me want to claim you even more,” I tell her firmly. “It means I’ll be the first one to feel just how tight and hot you are. It means I get to take you, really take you, for the first time. It means I’m the only man who’s ever going to feel just how perfect your needy fresh hole is.”

She gasps, reaching up and touching my hand.

“What do you mean, the only one?” she murmurs. “I thought you just wanted me for … Well, I don’t know. I still can’t believe this is happening. But if it is—”

I smirk, pinching her cheek ever-so-softly.

I’d die before I hurt her.

“Hey,” she giggles. “What was that for?”

“Did it feel real?” I ask.

“Well, yeah,” she laughs.

“So there you go, my little dreamer. It’s real. What were you going to say?”

“I thought you wanted me for sex, nothing more. I thought you saw me as the intern you could claim and then discard.”

I clench my jaws so hard I’m surprised my teeth don’t shatter.

There’s no world in which I could claim this woman and then throw her away.

I sigh and let my hand drop, staring down into her innocent, naïve eyes.

I’m going to have to tell her what she really is, who she really belongs to. I’m going to have to tell her that her wide hips were destined for me, both to grab while I take her creamy hole for the first time and to part as she brings our children into the world.

But what if it’s too much for her?

What if my young prey isn’t ready to be claimed for life?

“Sophia—”

My cellphone blares loudly, the ringtone reserved for SOS calls.

My assistant knows to only use the emergency number – the one that triggers this ringtone – when something is seriously wrong.

Suddenly, I remember that I’m a billionaire businessman, not just a beast in the secret garage.

Fuck.

This has to wait.

“I have to take this,” I say.

She bows her head, nodding.

“I understand,” she says. “We can talk about this another time.”

“We can talk about it after I tell Peter to go fuck himself,” I snarl. “Give me thirty seconds.”

I take out my cellphone and swipe across the screen to answer.

“Peter,” I say, bringing the phone to my ear. “This better be important—”

“Dad,” Caitlin says, her voice cracking with a sob. “I’m sorry. Peter said I could use this number.”

“Caitlin,” I say, a spike of guilt jabbing into me when I hear the sadness permeating her words.

Sophia takes a little step back, as though being too close to the phone will reveal what we just did to my daughter.

“What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

“It’s—”

Her