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Richard’s face paled, then flushed, his massive frame tensing. "Jesus Christ. It was you? I knew I’d seen you somewhere—your eyes, that fire. But... under my roof as my son’s wife?"

"Yes," she said, voice laced with indifference. "You’ve seen me, touched me, been inside me. Very very deep inside me, Daddy—stretching me until I couldn’t take it no more. And I want you inside me again. Right now. Please Daddy."

She lunged forward, kissing him fiercely, small tongue darting against his lips, hands tugging at his robe.

The belt loosened, fabric parting to reveal more of his chiseled abs, the trail of hair leading to that enormous bulge pressing insistently against her stomach.

He caught her wrists mid-pull, holding her at bay, trying to stabilize himself as his breath dragged. "Stop. Giselle, stop this."

"Why?" she demanded, eyes blazing, body arching toward him despite his grip. "Don’t you want me anymore? Feel how hard you’re getting—your cock’s throbbing for me already."

"It’s not that," he growled, voice strained, his erection impossible to ignore as it tented the briefs obscenely. "God, you’re beautiful, tempting as ever. If this were any other circumstance, if you weren’t married to my son, I’d have you bent over that bed in seconds, fucking you until you beg me to stop. But I can’t betray my son Chase like this. Not again."

"But you already did," she shot back, twisting in his hold, her nipples brushing his chest hair. "That night, you fucked me with so much passion, your huge dick splitting me open, making me cum so hard I cried. What’s the difference now? We both want it. I can feel your bulging dick against me."

Richard released her wrists but stepped back, robe hanging open, showcasing his powerful thighs and the thick outline of his arousal. "I don’t want to call it a mistake. Hell, I’ve been searching for the woman I fucked that night, dreaming of that tight pussy clenching around my dick as I thrusted deeper inside her, her moans echoing in my head. Not in the slightest did I fathom that she would be my daughter in law, and now knowing it was you, right here... it changes everything. That night was anonymous, no strings. This? This is betrayal."

"Please, Daddy, strings were definitely attached because I have not been the same since that night," she begged, voice breaking, stepping closer again, her hands feathering and hovering near his waistband. "Touch me one more time. Just your fingers on my skin, reminding me how you worshipped my body. I need it—I need all of you big daddy, please."

He shook his head, but his eyes devoured her—tracing her curves, lingering on her heaving breasts, the damp spot forming on her panties. "I’m sorry, Giselle. I can’t. We can’t do."

Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks. "You’re just like your son—teasing, taking what you want, then pushing me away when it gets to what I want. Fucking me over and over in my head, but never committing."

"What?" His tone sharpened, brows furrowing. "Don’t compare us. I’m nothing like him."

She sniffled, turning to grab her clothes from the floor, humiliation burning through her core as she took the walk of shame. "Nothing. Forget it. I’ll just... go."

As she straightened, clutching her shirt to her chest, he reached out, his large hand on her arm—gentle but firm. "Wait right there. I know you know that I didn’t mean to hurt you. But that doesn’t give you the right to storm out and throw insults like that. Comparing me to Chase? That’s low, Giselle."

She whimpered, fresh tears falling, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean it. I just... I burn for you, Daddy, I love for you so bad? Even if it hurts that you are a forbidden pleasure I must abstain from, I still want you."

His expression softened, thumb brushing a tear from her cheek. "It’s fine. Wipe those eyes. Go freshen up, and join me for breakfast downstairs. We’ll talk—properly. No more of this."

But as she nodded, pulling away reluctantly, the tension festered even stronger.

Considering the rage and hunger that drove her into his room in the first place, Giselle could not stop the desires burning inside her, how was she just going to pass off an opportunity to be fucked to stupor just like that?

Giselle paused at the door, clothes half-on, turning back. "You really don’t get it, do you? That night... the way you made me feel as you impaled me with your big dick. I felt every inch sliding into me, filling me up like no one ever has. I’ve craved that stretch ever since, and you are just going to push me away just like that? Like it meant nothing? ."

He exhaled sharply, adjusting himself again, the briefs doing little to conceal his full hardness now. "Giselle, don’t. You’re killing me here. I remember—your pussy gripping me, wet and hot, begging for more. But we can’t relive such, can we now?."