Forbidden Fantasies

His little Sin.

Dominic's pov.

If I touch her, I'll never forgive myself...

All around the house, I can smell her. That faint sweetness she carries with her, like trouble wrapped in perfume.

She's reckless and dangerous.

My late best friend's daughter, entrusted to me as her godfather.

Everything I swore I'd never want. Know I shouldn't want.

And yet, my control wavers everytime she's near. Each time she walks by with those shorts that left nothing to imagination. Batting those eyes at me like she was innocent. But I could see the fire behind them, her vixen like smile, that glint in her eyes. I should’ve known the moment Madeleine stepped into my house that trouble had arrived with her. The kind of trouble you see coming but can’t avoid no matter how hard you try.

Her mother didn’t warn me. Didn’t tell me she’d grown into a woman who could bring a grown man to his knees with one look. I expected the little girl who used to cling to her mother’s dress.

Not this.

Not the woman with soft curves, a small waist, a full mouth, and a body that moved like she had no idea the damage she was causing. Or maybe she knew. Maybe she enjoyed watching me struggle.

Because I was struggling.

Every damn day.

Madeleine had been pushing me to my limit since she stepped into my house. The stolen glances. The lip biting. The way she stretched on my couch like she wanted me to look. And the worst part was — my body reacted before my brain could shut it down.

She wasn’t a child.

She wasn’t innocent.

And she sure as hell wasn’t helping me stay sane.

But I kept myself in check.

She was my goddaughter.

I was supposed to protect her, not pin her to the nearest surface and take her the way she begged for with her eyes.

I kept my distance.

Corrected her.

Pretended I didn’t feel a thing.

This morning, I actually thought I’d escaped her for at least a few hours. I was already at the airport when Steve called, panicking about some investors arriving earlier than planned. I had no choice but to turn around.

I sat through the meeting, talking, nodding, pretending to care until a girl walked into the restaurant.

Long dark hair.

Short dress.

Soft steps.

And immediately, my mind drifted to Madeleine.

Ridiculous.

She wasn’t even there and I still couldn’t get her out of my head.

The second the meeting ended, I remembered I’d left the signed documents at home. I headed back, expecting the usual noise she brought with her.

But the house was silent.

Too silent.

“Madeleine?” I called once.

No answer.

I walked through the living room. Nothing.

Kitchen. Empty.

Backyard. Empty.

She was nowhere.

Then I heard it.

A soft, breathy sound drifting from upstairs. So faint I almost thought I imagined it.

Then it came again.

A moan.

My name wrapped inside it.

Every muscle in my body tightened at once.

I took the stairs slowly. Too aware. Too alert. Each step dragged heat through my veins. I shouldn’t have been reacting like this, but I was past the point of pretending.

Another moan, higher this time, needier.

I reached the hallway, and the sound led me straight to my room. My room. I could see the door slightly open, the lights dim inside.

And then I saw her.

Madeleine.

On my bed.

Her thighs open, her body moving in slow desperate rolls, her breath catching with every little sound she made. Her head thrown back, her lips parted, moaning my name like she needed me more than air.

She was completely lost in it.

Completely unaware of me standing there.

Completely over the edge.

My restraint didn’t crack—

it exploded.

I stepped inside without thinking. I watch her press the vibrator into her wet cunt and start to go hard on her pussy with fast thrust, moaning my name in desperation.

I could feel the muscle in my veins tightening, urging me to react. it took every ounce of discipline and self-control in me to not go over and bend her, fill her up with dick just like she wanted.

My dick was already twitching at the innocent look on her face. I gulped down as I stared at the swell of her breast and her perked up nipples. I wondered how it'd feel, having those pleading lips wrapped around cock. Sucking me hard till.....

Fucking Hell!

What was I thinking? I was supposed to her Godfather, a parent figure. Yet here I was, couldn't help but envisage the feel of her glistening pussy, with my dick buried deep inside her, filling her up till she can't even remember her fucking name.

I shrugged. Who would have thought this little doll would one day become a daring temptation, a little sin I couldn't bring myself to commit.

Straightening my shoulders, I crossed my arms below my chest. I couldn't forget so quickly, I was her guardian..

I feigned a frown as I called out to her "What are you doing, Madeleine" My deep baritone broke the silence.

She froze and her eyes snapped open immediately, the fucking vibrator still stuck in her cunt.

Fuck!

I watched as she slowly turned her head to the sound of my voice. She paled instantly on sight of me. Her jaw dropped and her does eyes widened in shock.

"Dominic?..." she stuttered sheepishly, the shame and guilt evident on her face.

I huffed.

"What were you doing, Madeleine" I reiterated, my tone low but it was deep enough to make her flinch.

Her lips quivered as she parted them to speak. I took a few steps forward. My drifting down to the position of her hands, up to her flustered face, then the Tv lastly the table. A bottle of bourbon stood, it was already opening with a little content left in it.

Fucking hell! She was fucking drunk!

I'd warned her. It was a fucking rule! She wasn't allowed anywhere near the bar, or any drink in it. My jaw clenched, disappointed, I turned to her..

"You're drunk?" I asked, my brows furrowed as I watched her writhed under my gaze.

"I...I" she started, stuttering.

"What did I say about taking alcohols" I grimaced.

A low gasp escape her lips, no response. Instead she grabbed the bottle swiftly, clenched tightly to her chest. "Leave me alone" Her voice a low whisper "I wanna be drunk in peace" She pouted sheepishly.

My attempts to guide her back to her room where to no avail

"You're in my house Madeleine, you'll do as I say" I watched keenly at her sheepish movements. One minute she was protesting not to let go of the bottle the next she's laid back on the bed, parting her thighs with her wet cunt bare to my view. Our gazes locked "I want you to fuck me that way" A soft plea.

And in that moment, every line I’d drawn… every rule I’d forced on myself… every warning I’d repeated in my head…

Disappeared.

I wasn’t her godfather. I was a man with two weeks of tension burning through his veins. And she was the one woman I couldn’t stay away from. Dear Gio would have to forgive, thus little doll made it hard for me to resist.

......

"Do you know the consequences of what you're asking for" I asked. She had to be aware of what she was signing up for. She insisted, pleading on me to take her whole, begging for my dick, hard inside her pussy.

A smirk crept to the corner of my lips. Amused, I reveled on her misery as she begged me to fuck her. Still holding onto the little silver of restraint left, my hardness bulge. A protest for me to ravish her without any hesitation.

But she was drunk. She couldn't be in her proper state of mind. She protested, claiming not to be drunk despite the burning stench of alcohol that lingered around her.

She pulled her fingers out of her cunt, they glistened with her juice, my hungry eyes didn't miss the sight of it.

Fucking hell!

I sauntered closely to her, my both hands rested on each side of the bed, trapping her between myself and the wall behind. The scent of her release and the bourbon filling my nostrils.

"I don't want you touching yourself" A command. She nodded sheepishly, like a good slut ready to receive my cock.

After much plea and disagreement. I succumbed.

Her eyes rolled back and a loud gasp escape her lips as her slid my thick fingers inside her. She was wet as fuck.

Her warmth wrapped around my fingers, I grinned as I pulled out my fingers, her wet cunt clenched around them In protests.

But it was just the beginning.