Chapter 1: The Surprise That Wasn't
The air in the house was thick with the scent of roses and wax, a sultry haze of candlelight flickering across the walls. Ava had spent hours perfecting the scene—rose petals scattered like a crimson carpet leading to the bedroom, her body draped in a daring black lingerie set that hugged every curve like a lover’s caress. She reclined on the bed, a wine glass balanced elegantly in her hand, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Tonight was Ryan’s birthday, and she was determined to make it unforgettable. Little did she know, the night was about to take a turn she’d never see coming.
The front door creaked open, and Ava’s lips curled into a wicked smile. She heard the heavy footsteps approaching, the sound of a man who thought he knew what awaited him. Adjusting her position, she let one strap of her lingerie slip off her shoulder, her voice dripping with seduction as she called out, 'Happy Birthday, baby. Come get your present.'
Chase stepped into the bedroom, his breath catching at the sight before him. He’d just come from catching his twin brother, Ryan, balls-deep in his secretary, a betrayal that stung even if it wasn’t his own. But this—this was a gift he hadn’t expected. Ava, sprawled out like a goddess among petals, mistaking him for Ryan. He should’ve corrected her. He should’ve walked away. But the heat in her eyes, the way her body beckoned, made his decision for him. Besides, it was his birthday too.
'Hell of a welcome,' Chase drawled, his voice a low growl as he shed his jacket, his gaze raking over her. 'You’ve outdone yourself, sweetheart.'
Ava tilted her head, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. 'Only the best for my man. Now, are you gonna stand there gawking, or are you gonna unwrap your gift?' She set the wine glass down, her fingers trailing along the edge of her lingerie, teasing the lace.
Chase grinned, stepping closer, his boots crushing petals underfoot. 'Oh, I’m gonna unwrap you, alright. But I’m taking my time. Gotta savor every inch.' His words were laced with a hunger that sent a shiver down Ava’s spine, though something felt… different. His tone was sharper, more commanding than Ryan’s ever was.
She laughed, a throaty sound, as she rose to her knees on the bed, meeting him at eye level. 'Savor all you want, birthday boy, but don’t keep me waiting too long. I’m not a patient woman.'
'Good,' Chase shot back, closing the distance, his hands gripping her hips with a possessiveness that made her gasp. 'Because I’m not a gentle man.' His lips crashed into hers, a kiss that was all fire and demand, different from Ryan’s softer touch. Ava’s mind flickered with confusion, but the heat of his mouth, the way his tongue claimed hers, drowned out any doubts.
'You taste like sin,' she murmured against his lips, her hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest. 'What’s gotten into you tonight?'
Chase chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into her ass, pulling her flush against him. 'Maybe I’m just tired of playing nice. You want me to fuck you like I mean it, don’t you?' His words were raw, unfiltered, and Ava’s breath hitched, her body responding before her mind could catch up.
'Damn right I do,' she fired back, her nails raking down his back. 'Show me what you’ve got.'
He didn’t need more encouragement. In a swift motion, he pushed her back onto the bed, the petals scattering as he loomed over her, his eyes dark with lust. His hands roamed her body, teasing the edges of her lingerie, while his mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck. Ava arched into him, her skin burning, her pussy already wet with anticipation. Something was off—his rhythm, his intensity—but she was too caught up in the moment to care.
'Call me Daddy,' Chase growled suddenly, his voice rough as he nipped at her collarbone, his hand sliding between her thighs, finding her dripping. 'Say it while I make you mine.'
Ava’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal flashing through her. But as his fingers teased her, stoking the fire within, she couldn’t resist. 'Fuck me, Daddy,' she whispered, her voice trembling with need, ready to explode under his touch as the night promised to unravel in ways she never imagined.
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