He was twice my age. My father’s closest friend. Off-limits in every way.But the night his hands lingered too long, the heat in his gaze making me shiver, I couldn’t help it. “Ah… Siddharth…” I whispered, my breath catching, soft moans escaping me. Every touch, every lingering look made me gasp. “Please… don’t stop… not yet…” His smirk widened as he leaned closer. “You love it when I tease you, don’t you?” I bit my lip, trembling. “Yes… oh… Siddharth…” I wasn’t just his friend’s daughter anymore… I was temptation, every shiver, every moan a proof of what he could make me feel. Siddharth’s voice dropped lower, commanding, possessive: “That’s it… say it… say you need me.” “I… I need you…” I breathed, my body quivering with every word. And just like that, I knew—I was his, completely, and he’d never let go