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2025-09-21 00:18:46NATASHA.
“If you have any sense you would run away from me as fast as you possibly could,” Dougal Wilde said, his voice betraying some new emotions I couldn’t pinpoint.
I looked at him through my lashes, and gently touched his cheek. “I do not think I want to take a single step away from you,” I whispered.
He flinched at the touch of my finger. His eyes narrowed, the first indication of letting me know I was winning this war already. “Just as well. I am suddenly not in the mood to let you escape from me.”
He lowered his head and his mouth moved on mine with astonishing tenderness, easing apart my lips until I obeyed the silent command. His lips surged into my warmth with stunning intimacy. I moaned softly and sagged against him.
Never had a man kissed me in this manner.
I shivered as he lifted me up against his chest.
“Kiss me.” He ordered in a deep, dark voice that sent a delicious chill down my spine.
Without stopping to think, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I moaned and sagged against him, my lips taking his in a soft whisper, lashing unto his tongue to suckle.
“You little…” a groan was what ended his little speech. His hands found the strap of one end of my dress and pulled it down my arm, exposing my breast and pink little nipple.
“So perfect.” He moaned. Without warning, he reached down and latched unto the nipple.
The wetness from his mouth sent a shiver down my spine. I opened my mouth to moan but no sound came out. I was lost in the troll of passion. My hands gripped his head and I pushed it down further, wanting his mouth to get as much flesh off my boobs as it could. I raised myself a bit and pulled my gown up, letting my pussy sit directly on his hard cock. I slid back and forth, wetting his trouser with the flow from my cunt.
“Fuck!” He cried at the movement. He held my waist firmly, forcing my movement to stop. He raised me from his lap and stood up as well. His hands worked on his trousers, rapidly releasing the monster that was screaming for escape.
I gasped at his thick length, my eyes rounding even as I imagined how much swelling I would be taking once the cock was inside me.
“Suck!” He commanded.
“Yes, daddy.”
I went on my knees, the table shielding me under its protection. My tongue delved out, tasting the pre-cum that was leaking from the cap.
“Yes!” He moaned loudly.
My mouth enclosed the rest of the length, taking it in, sucking like a child with a lollipop. His breathing slowed. His hand grabbed my hair, urging me to go faster. But I didn’t. I savored each movement with my tongue, building the tension each step of the way.
“Tasha.” His voice was a low warning.
“Hush.” My tongue swirled round the cap, over and over again, while I played with his balls.
Suddenly, he yanked my hair, moving me back.
“Open your mouth.” He grunted.
I obeyed instantly.
He pushed the length of his cock into my mouth, making me choke. My eyes watered and I rested my hands on his thighs, ready to push him away. He held my hair even tighter, ramming his cock into my mouth over and over, each with more force than the previous.
“Are you going to still be naughty?” He asked, his cock in my mouth. He used his free hand to support my head, pushing me close to him, until I could feel the cock at the back of my throat. I gagged but I managed to shake my head.
“But I want you to be naughty.” He moaned. He shifted his waist to the side, aiming his cock for a side of my mouth rather than the throat.
Was this what it meant to be taken by an older man?
I felt used. I felt alive. I wanted more. I needed more.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded.
“Get up.” His command came.
I was about to obey his command when a knock came on the door. Both of us looked at each other, then froze. The knock came again. This time, with a little more force.
“Mr. Wilde, Mr. Philips is here.” A feminine voice—who I assumed to be the secretary—called from the other end of the door.
The moment I heard my father’s name, my brain panicked.
“Shit!” I cursed.
“Goddamn!” Dougal mirrored my panic.
How the hell was my father here?!
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In Lust With Her Father's Friend Caught.
I stayed awake that night long after Natasha had finally fallen asleep. The apartment was silent, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional city siren drifting in from the streets below. But my mind refused to rest. Delphine. Her face kept flashing before my eyes, mocking me, daring me to let her slip away. She had taken everything from me, and for the first time in a long while, I felt vulnerable.I had tried to focus on Natasha earlier, reassuring myself that her safety was priority number one. But the anger, the frustration, and the humiliation Delphine had caused refused to be ignored. I had to find her. Tonight.I moved quietly from the living room to the small study I kept tucked at the back of the apartment. My fingers moved over the keyboard with practiced ease, scanning through security camera footage I had at my disposal, cross-referencing license plates, recent hotel check-ins, anything that could give me a lead. Hours passed, and nothing concrete ap
In Lust With Her Father's Friend The thin line.
I parked the car in the garage of my apartment, the city lights outside casting faint shadows across Natasha’s face. She was quiet, leaning back against the seat, arms crossed in that stubborn, defiant way that had always made me want to shake her—and simultaneously protect her. I stole a glance at her, trying to read her expression, but she wasn’t giving anything away.My mind, however, was running a mile a minute. Delphine. That woman’s face burned itself into my vision, and every time I thought about her, I felt that same mixture of anger and humiliation. She had stolen from me, right under my nose, and escaped without so much as a glance back. I couldn’t let that happen. Not now, not ever.And yet… Natasha. That was my immediate priority. My father’s orders weren’t just words—they were threats wrapped in power and authority. One month. One month to secure her compliance, or risk losing everything: the alliance, the bank loan, the reputation of the company. I couldn’t afford to cha
In Lust With Her Father's Friend Caught in a Web.
Leo.I stormed out of my father’s office, the weight of his expectations pressing down on me like a vice. One month. That was all I had to secure Natasha, and failure was not an option. My mind raced with strategies, with ways to corner her without pushing her completely away. I had to find her—figure out where she was hiding, how she was avoiding me—and bring her back under control, subtly, without revealing how much I had been cornered by my father.I jumped into my car, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles whitened. I didn’t care about the traffic lights, the honking horns, or the pedestrians weaving past. My focus was singular: find Natasha Philips.My thoughts whirled as I drove. She had been defiant the last time I saw her—running away from her father, from me. And yet, that defiance only made me more determined. I couldn’t let her slip away now. One misstep, one delay, and the alliance—and everything my father had worked for—would collapse.The hotel addr
In Lust With Her Father's Friend A failure.
I sank into the leather chair, but the comfort did nothing to ease the knot tightening in my chest. Across the massive oak desk, my father’s eyes bored into me, sharp and merciless, and the silence in the office felt suffocating.“Leo,” he said finally, his voice low, deliberate, “you are a failure.”The word hit me like a punch to the gut. I flinched, my throat suddenly dry. I had expected a scolding, maybe even a warning—but failure? From him? The weight of it made my chest ache.“I… I’m doing my best, Father,” I said carefully, keeping my voice steady even as my hands curled into fists on my knees.His hand slammed down on the desk, rattling papers and pens. “Your best isn’t good enough! Do you realize we’re only a month away from the bank loan deadline? One month, Leo! And you—” He leaned forward, the sheer force of his presence almost unbearable—“—have yet to get Natasha Philips engaged! Do you understand what that means if you fail?”“I—Father, I’m trying—she just… she’s—” My wo
In Lust With Her Father's Friend Home with him.
DOUGAL“Hi, beautiful,” I greeted, leaning slightly toward the middle-aged woman behind the reception desk. She looked up, startled, and I winked at her. The faint blush that spread across her cheeks made me smile quietly to myself.“How may I help you…?” she stammered, then caught herself and added, “Sir.”“I’m here to see someone. Natasha Philips. Room 31,” I said firmly, keeping my gaze steady.The moment the name left my lips, her smile faltered. “Oh…” she muttered under her breath, eyes darting nervously toward the computer screen. She typed quickly, searching the system, before looking up again. “Floor three. First room on the left,” she informed me, voice a little strained.“Thank you.” I turned, ready to move. “And you’re beautiful, by the way,” I added, flashing a charming smile. I wasn’t lying.She blinked, her cheeks warming once more. “Thank you… I could give you my number, so we—”I didn’t hear the rest. The elevator chimed, and two men and a woman stepped out just as I s
In Lust With Her Father's Friend The confrontation.
DOUGAL“James, how could you?” I accused, my voice sharp enough to cut through the low murmur of his office.He was in the middle of a discussion with some of his workers, their heads bowed over papers and laptops, but he turned toward me immediately.“Old friend,” he greeted with a polite smile, gesturing for me to take a seat.I stepped into the office and settled into the chair opposite him, refusing to soften my tone. “I heard what happened between you and Natasha,” I began bluntly, cutting through any small talk.The man raised his gaze, eyes steady on mine. I shrugged, ignoring the subtle gasp from one of the workers.“You all can go now. I’ll call for you later,” he said, dismissing them with a wave.“So that brat came to report me to you?” he asked, leaning forward slightly, an eyebrow raised.I waited until the door clicked shut before speaking again. “Why would you even think it’s okay to force your daughter to marry someone against her will?”The news had reached me thanks
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