Desire Investment System

Camila's memories flashed.

The first time was on the sofa during movie night. The second in the kitchen, her body pinned between him and the counter.

And now, as his hand pressed against her pussy, a forbidden thought ran through her.

Tonight would be the third time.

Jace's palm pushed harder, rough and steady against her slit through the thin black leggings. The pressure sent shocks of heat through her belly.

Her breath grew heavier, chest rising and falling as her pussy soaked.

Then his hand left. Camila almost whimpered at the sudden absence, only for his fingers to slip under the hem of her top, brushing across the bare skin of her waist. His fingertips traced her navel, light and slow.

A ticklish shiver shot through her body. She clenched her lips shut, trying to stay quiet.

But Jace didn't stop. In one smooth motion his hand slid inside her pants. His fingers slipped past her panties, pressing directly against her naked pussy.

Camila gasped, a sharp moan breaking free before she slapped her hands over her mouth.

Jace leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't make a sound," he whispered, his voice low and deliberate. "Or else your mother might hear us."

Her heart hammered. The whisper itself felt like a curse, forbidden and tempting.

Jace smirked as his fingers spread her folds apart. He rubbed them slowly, catching the wetness between his fingertips, teasing her with every stroke.

Then his middle finger pushed in.

Camila's walls clenched tight around the sudden intrusion. His pace was slow at first, deliberate, every curl dragging out her arousal.

She pressed her palms harder over her mouth, muffling the moans clawing up her throat.

But he didn't give her time to adjust. His finger drove deeper, stroking her insides until she squirmed. Then another finger slid in beside it, stretching her walls.

"Ah—" The muffled cry slipped through her hands. Her body trembled under the pressure, heat spiking uncontrollably.

Jace's pace quickened. Two fingers pumped harder, pushing deeper, twisting against her walls.

Then a third finger shoved in. The stretch made her whimper into her palms, legs tensing as her pussy squeezed tight around his hand.

Her muffled moans grew louder, the quiet of the room broken by the wet rhythm of Jace's fingers plunging in and out.

Her back arched. Her thighs shook. The pressure inside her built until it snapped.

Camila's body jolted, her pussy gushing as she squirted over his fingers, wetting her panties.

Her hands slipped from her mouth as she gasped for air, chest heaving, sweat dampening her skin.

But Jace wasn't finished.

He gripped the waistband of her leggings and yanked them down just enough for his cock to slide in, heavy and hard, pressing against her soaked entrance.

Camila realized what he intended. Panic flickered through her. Her eyes went to check on her Mother, but she couldn't see because Jace's shoulder blocked her view.

The uncertainty only made her chest tighten. She wanted to stop him, to push him away, but her body was limp, weakened from the relentless orgasm.

"D-Dad… we shouldn't… be doin—"

Her words cut off as Jace thrust into her.

His cock filled her pussy, stretching her tight walls around his length. Camila moaned sharply, biting down on her lip as her tired hands clamped over her mouth again.

Jace's hand slid up her top, shoving the fabric higher until her bra came into view. He slowed his thrusts just long enough to unhook it with practiced ease.

The bra slipped off, landing on the floor. Her breasts spilled out, nipples hardened, feeling the chill of the AC.

A rush of shame and arousal hit her. Her face burned, yet her pussy clung tighter around him.

Jace's hands grabbed her breasts roughly, kneading the soft flesh. His thumbs flicked her nipples, pinching and twisting as he continued to thrust.

Camila's body jolted with every slam of his hips. Her muffled moans turned into desperate whimpers, her chest rising and falling as pleasure clawed through her.

Jace smirked, his lips brushing her ear. "Cami, should I go faster?"

Her thoughts tangled. If Maribel woke now, everything would be ruined. But the forbidden pleasure flooding her body left her helpless, torn between panic and craving.

Jace slowed almost to a stop. His whisper grew darker. "Quickly say it. Or else I'll pull out."

Her pussy clenched, the thought of him stopping driving her crazy. Dissatisfaction flared, her mind racing, body aching for more.

She bit her lip until it hurt, then finally whispered, voice trembling. "Please… Dad… fuck me harder."

Jace's smirk deepened.

His hips snapped forward, cock plunging deep into her soaked pussy. The bed rocked as he drove faster, harder, filling the quiet room with the lewd sound of skin slapping.

Camila's head thrashed back, her hair damp with sweat. "D… Dad…" she moaned, face flushed scarlet.

Jace crushed his lips against hers. The kiss was rough, messy. Their tongues tangled, saliva mixing as he fucked her harder. His hand squeezed her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples as his cock pounded her pussy.

Her walls tightened, the pleasure unbearable.

Jace groaned, thrusting deep one final time as his cock twitched. Hot cum flooded her pussy, filling her womb until it spilled out around his cock.

Camila moaned into his mouth, her body trembling as she felt the heat spread inside her.

When it was over, her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. Sweat clung to her skin, and her thighs quivered from the aftershocks.

The next day.

Camila and Maribel had gone home after hearing Jace could be discharged in a few days. Camila had college, and Maribel's leave from her line cook job was nearly over. Jace also insisted they return, so reluctantly, they went.

Now, Jace stood near the window, hands clasped behind his back, eyes looking down on the garden outside.

Kyra stood a step behind him, her presence silent, steady. Lena was beside her, arms tight at her sides.

Jace turned his head. His voice was calm, steady, each word edged with authority.

"Now tell me. Why did you approach me to be my bodyguard? What's your relationship with Lena?"

The air went still.

Lena's throat bobbed, her lips parting before closing again. She couldn't form a word.

The silence stretched until Kyra finally spoke, her voice low but steady. "I'll tell you."

Lena flinched, panic flashing across her face. "K-Kyra…"

Kyra raised a hand, silencing her without looking away from Jace. Her gaze stayed locked on him, sharp and unblinking.

"But first," she said, her words clipped, "you answer us. How did you survive a bullet through your skull?"

Jace's expression darkened, the air around him shifting heavy.