Aria's POV
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Hi my name Aria, only daughter of my mother. My naughtiness will make you think I have many Ex's but Tony is the only man in my life.
That was what I believed... untill I was introduced to this family by my mother. It's forbidden but I want it.
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The hum of the taxi made it worse. Every bump on the road sent a ripple through me, and I clenched my thighs tighter, trying to mask it. My earphones were buried in my ears, Tony's voice spilling in low, ragged moans as he whispered how good I was making him feel. Just the sound of him had me wet, but the little toy hidden beneath my skirt made it almost unbearable.
I pressed my lips together, praying my mother wouldn't notice. But when the toy shifted against me just right, a soft sound slipped out, half sigh, half moan.
"Aria?" my mother's voice cut in sharply from the front seat. She turned slightly, brows furrowed, watching me.
Panic rushed through me. I fumbled with my phone, ending the call with Tony so fast my screen nearly slipped from my hand. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," I stammered, forcing a smile that probably looked more like pain.
Her eyes lingered on me suspiciously, then narrowed. "You'd better behave yourself when we get there. Richard is a good man, and I won't have you making a mess of things."
The reminder hit me like a slap. Right. New house. New family. My mother had met this man online, and in just two weeks she was uprooting our lives for him. I wanted to scream, but instead I swallowed the frustration, tasting only bitterness on my tongue.
The only thing I was going to miss — truly miss — was Tony. The way he always knew how to touch me, how to push me right over the edge until I forgot myself. No one else would ever compare. Certainly not in this strange house we were driving to.
When the taxi finally stopped, I stepped out and looked up at the tall gates. My chest tightened. A man in his forties walked toward us, strong shoulders, confident stride. Beside him, a younger man — about my age, maybe a little older — trailed along, his expression unreadable.
"Aria, this is Richard," my mum said, her voice warm, too warm. She practically glowed in his presence. "And this is his son, Caleb."
Richard's gaze landed on me, steady and firm, before his lips curved in a polite smile. He extended a hand, but for some reason I couldn't focus on it. My eyes dipped lower, against my will, and I froze.
Even beneath his trousers, there was no mistaking it — thick, heavy, a presence I could almost feel just from looking. Heat shot straight through my belly. My breath hitched, and shame washed over me just as quickly. I forced myself to look away, but the image was already burned into my mind.
Caleb gave me a nod, nothing more, then walked ahead without a word. My mum's hand pressed against my back, nudging me forward. I followed, dazed, wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
Inside, Richard showed me to my room. Pink walls, soft curtains, everything matched perfectly with my favorite color. I forced a smile, murmured a thank you, and shut the door behind me.
But later, when night fell, boredom crept in. Tony wasn't online, and I hated how empty I felt without him. I tried reading, scrolling my phone, anything — but nothing worked. Finally, I slipped out of my room and wandered into the garden.
The air was cooler, the sky painted with fading streaks of orange. I thought I'd be alone — until I heard a low murmur, a laugh, and then a sound that made my stomach twist.
I crept closer, my bare feet silent on the grass, and the sight froze me in place.
Richard stood there under the tree, completely bare, his body proud and unashamed. My eyes dropped before I could stop them — and my breath caught. He was…huge. Easily more than I'd ever seen, thicker and longer than Tony had ever been. Eight inches, maybe more, rising strong in his hand as my mother knelt before him, stroking, touching, moaning softly.
I couldn't move. Couldn't look away. My pulse hammered in my ears, and a raw ache began to build between my thighs.
Suddenly I realized what I was doing — watching my mother with him — and I stumbled back, running inside before anyone could see me.
By the time I shut my door, my body was trembling. My chest rose and fell quickly, the image still hot and vivid in my head. I couldn't fight it. Not anymore.
Clothes fell from my body in a rush. I pressed my back against the wall, my hand slipping lower, lower, until it found my slippery entry. The moment I touched my clit, my knees nearly buckled.
"God…" I gasped, my voice breaking as I circled, pressed, teased. Each stroke sent shivers tearing through me. I cupped my breast with the other hand, pinching until I cried out, trying to muffle the sound with my wrist.
The memory of what I'd seen burned behind my eyelids — Richard's size, my mother's mouth, the way he had groaned. It shouldn't have aroused me. It shouldn't. But the more I thought about it, the wetter I became, the closer I climbed to that desperate edge.
"More…more…please please." I wailed in pleasure.
My head fell back, moans spilling freely now as my body tightened, coiled, ready to snap. I was seconds away when the door burst open.