My Hot Godfather I
Chapter 1: A Dangerous Game
It had been two years since Dominic adopted Anastasia. The once silent, grieving girl who lost her parents at eighteen had transformed. Now twenty, she was a rebellious young woman with a sharp tongue, constantly picking fights with Dominic and staying out all night with her friends.
Dominic was a powerful businessman known for his strict rules and iron discipline. Yet he couldn’t tame the little tiger living under his roof. She frequently came home long after midnight, her breath heavy with alcohol, barely able to walk straight as she stumbled up to her room. And that was far from the worst of it. More often than not, Anastasia argued with him.
She had become the thirty-eight-year-old man’s greatest headache. Still, whenever her behavior pushed him to his limit, Dominic reminded himself that she was a poor orphan. He remembered the promise he had made to Nick—his best friend and Ana’s father.
What Dominic didn’t know was that Ana had started seeing him differently the moment she turned nineteen. He was no longer just her savior, the man who had taken her in when no one else would. Once she learned to carry her grief, something far more dangerous replaced it: desire.
And she had learned exactly how to play with fire.
It wasn’t innocent admiration. It was raw, uncontrollable, and overwhelming—a hunger that consumed her. Without Dominic’s knowledge, he had become the star of her wildest, wettest dreams.
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One night, while Dominic slept peacefully in his room wearing only a pair of black boxers, Ana slipped inside. Her bare feet moved silently across the floor so as not to wake the god-like man sprawled across the bed. The mansion was quiet, the only light coming from the warm glow of the lampshade beside him.
Ana stood there, breath catching in her throat at the sight of him. Her lips went dry. Her eyes darkened with lust. Her chest rose and fell heavily as her gaze traveled over his handsome face—his sharp jaw, straight nose, and those full, tempting lips. He always wore a look of commanding confidence, but in sleep, he looked almost peaceful.
Her sinful gaze drifted lower, tracing the hard lines of his exposed body. She swallowed hard, her mouth parting as soft pants escaped her. Heat pooled low in her belly.
Dominic looked so defenseless like this.
'Tonight, you’ll finally look at me and see the woman I’ve become.’
Wearing only a thin shirt with nothing underneath and a pair of delicate underwear, Ana nervously straddled him. A soft gasp left her lips when she felt the prominent bulge beneath her press directly against her core. Only two thin layers of fabric separated them.
The sudden weight stirred Dominic awake. His eyes flew open with a sharp gasp.
“Anastasia?” His voice was rough with sleep, thick with disbelief at the sight of his goddaughter on top of him. “What the hell are you doing?”
Before he could push her away, Ana leaned down and captured his lips. The kiss was desperate, aggressive, and hungry. She had dreamed of this for so long. To prepare herself for a man like Dominic—who had surely kissed countless women—she had practiced with others. But none of them compared to this.
Her fantasy shattered the moment Dominic roughly shoved her off him. His face twisted with a mix of shock, fear, and anger.
“Stop it,” he ordered, his tone cold and commanding, the same one he used with his employees.
Ana froze, stunned by the rejection. Hurt flashed across her face. She had been so sure of herself. The guys she had kissed always told her she was incredible. So why…?
“Don’t you ever do that again. Do you hear me?” Dominic hissed, his eyes sharp, chest heaving as he fought for control.
Ana picked herself up, gathering the shattered pieces of her pride and heart. She stared at him with a mixture of pain and defiance burning in her eyes.
She didn’t apologize. Why should she, when she had wanted it—craved it—so badly?
Without another word, she stormed out of his room, anger fueling every hurried step. Yet she couldn’t forget the feeling of his lips against hers… sweeter than she had ever imagined.
Left alone in the dimly lit room, Dominic forced himself to calm his racing heart. He wasn’t sure if the frantic beat came from anger… or something far more dangerous.
Ana was no longer a child. But this still wasn’t right.
Both of them knew, deep down, that nothing between them would ever be the same again. Ana had ignited a dangerous game, and Dominic would have to decide how—or if—he would play it.
