Chapter 253 Best Friends Dad Ch2

• Her knees sting when he drags her up from the living room carpet — her mouth still wet, her chin messy with spit and the taste of him. She half expects him to tell her to go — that it’s over, that he’s about to shove her back to the guest room like a good girl who never begged for something she shouldn’t have.
• But he doesn’t say go.He keeps his big hand fisted tight in her hair, thumb dragging her spit along her lip. He watches her swallow — like he’s daring her to pretend she didn’t love it.
• Then he leans in, his breath warm on her cheek. “Upstairs,” he murmurs — low, soft, deadly. She nods. She’d crawl if he made her.