Unholy Fantasies

Chapter Four

Rafael Caruso

I knew she was my son’s fiancée, and from everything I’d seen, he loved her. I knew she loved Finn, too.

I was well aware they were getting married in two weeks. I knew I shouldn’t even think about being involved with the woman who was going to be my daughter-in-law. It was wrong. A taboo.

But what was I supposed to do when the very woman I’d been fantasizing about for years, the one who’d been the star of every filthy fantasy I’ve had, she was the woman I shamelessly pleasured myself to, imagining her beneath me, her eyes begging, her tongue wrapped around my cock—stood before me? Her body screaming need, her hands squeezing her own boobs and she didn’t even realize it, her blue eyes wide and pleading.

She looked at me like a princess desperate for her king. What should I have done when she asked me—no, begged me—with those same eyes I had dreamed of for so long?

I couldn’t hold back.

I’d been watching her from the sidelines for years—the woman I wanted, the woman I deserved, the woman I craved to have under me, taking everything I had to give. Watching her with someone else was suffocating. Frustrating. Maddening. I told myself I had to exercise control, that it wasn’t my place. That’s exactly what I told myself the night Finn first made a move on her. I let him have her.

It was at a party, and from the first time I saw Maisie, I knew she was trouble. The kind of trouble that made a man think with his cock instead of his head, like I was doing now.

That short, body-hugging, almost visible gown she wore at the party that night had revealed just enough to spark my imagination, but it was her curves… God, those beguiling outline of her ass, the kind that were meant to be grabbed, bitten, and worshipped—that ruined me.

Finn saw her first? Bullshit. I saw her. I wanted her. But Finn, naive as ever, had no idea what he was getting into. He was too green, too soft to handle someone like Maisie. She wasn’t just a pretty face or a woman to parade around. She was the kind of woman who could make a man burn, and she had done exactly that to me.

Hell, I was burning. From the need of her.

But I had convinced myself I could let it go. After all, I wasn’t looking for love—hadn’t been for years. No one could take the place of Evie, and any other woman was good for two things: a quick fuck and an even quicker goodbye. And Maisie? Maisie was supposed to be the same.

But she wasn’t.

She wrecked me. Made me lose sleep. My hands had wrapped around my cock too many nights, stroking myself to the thought of her on her knees, her lips taking every inch, her breasts bouncing as I fucked her hard enough to leave her trembling. Oh, how long I’d waited to hear her moan.

Even with that, I convinced myself letting Finn have her was the right thing to do, that it was better this way, and I gave them the space they needed.

But last night? I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

I’d always wished Maisie could be mine. I’d imagined her submitting to me so many times I lost count. And when she offered herself to me? I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t miss the chance to take what I’d always wanted. I swore it would be just for the night. One night. Nothing more. She was my son’s fiancée, after all. But God help me, I wanted more.

Hell, I wanted to have her again, and It became much worse when she walked into the house this morning. The nipples I’d tasted last night were pushing against the fabric of her dress, taunting me, reminding me of how she’d felt in my mouth.

I shouldn’t be thinking this way. I had sworn it would only be last night. But damn, I couldn’t take my eyes off her—the way her boobs moved gently with each step she took closer to me.

Damn me.

The moment she reached me and wrapped her arms around me, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. I was breathless and spellbound in her embrace.

Goodness, the things I wanted her to do to me… and the things I wanted to do to her. If Finn ever saw into my thoughts, I’d lose everything—the respect, the peace of having a son, my place in this family.

Maisie should be off-limits. She shouldn’t invade my thoughts like this. She shouldn’t be allowed into my filthy fantasies. But I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, craving her. And last night? Last night had been a total leap into the abyss of my unholy desires.

Last night, I imagined fucking Maisie in every way I’d never fantasized. For years, it was her on her knees, her mouth wrapped around me, her eyes pleading, or me burying my face between her thighs, devouring her until she screamed. But last night? My thoughts had gone wild, unrestrained, crossing every boundary I had told myself I’d never cross.

Her hand tightened around me more firmly than I’d imagined it would. It was as though she wasn’t uncomfortable—like I’d expected her to be—when she realized it was her future father-in-law who had buried his face between her legs last night. I thought she’d freak out, maybe run out of the house the moment she saw me. I expected her to drop to her knees and beg Finn for forgiveness for cheating on him in the most despicable way.

The Maisie I knew, the one I left behind seven years ago, was decent, modest, trustworthy. She wasn’t a cheat. She would have slapped me if she knew the thoughts I harbored for her. She would have hated me if she knew how much I wanted my balls slapping against her lips.

But this Maisie? She was different.

The way she wrapped her arms around me like she wanted to mold me into her, suggested she felt no guilt about last night. Her conscience was clear. The way her breath warmed my neck before her lips pressed softly against my nape told me she wanted more.

And me? This was exactly what I wanted. I didn’t know what changed her, and I didn’t care.

We could do this again. Finn didn’t have to know. And when I was done with Maisie, Finn could have her. It was wrong—all shades of taboo. But fuck the societal norms and morals. Women were made for this. The heavens must have been playing a cruel game when they made me and my son desire the same woman. But I was determined to win.

She pulled back gently, a sly smile gracing her face. Her nipples, still standing hard, pressed against the fabric of her dress, constantly reminding me of last night.

“It’s nice to meet you, father-in-law,” she said with a soft chuckle. “I thought you wouldn’t be back until next week. I’ve been waiting to see you.”

“It’s so nice to see you too, Maisie,” I replied, chuckling lightly, doing my best to keep my tone casual and Finn none the wiser. “I had to come back early for the wedding preparations. My son needs his dad around.”

“That’s perfect.”

“I was thinking Dad could come with us to check out your dress, Maisie. He has an eye for perfection,” Finn said, smiling obliviously, completely unaware of my fantasies about his fiancée. “What do you think, Dad?”

I nodded. “Sure.” Any chance to be close to Maisie? Sure.

“Then get dressed while I head to the airport to pick Ruby,” Finn said.

Ruby, our longtime maid, had been with us for years, even before my daughter Zara was born. She had been a mother figure to us since my wife, Evie, passed away. It was her idea to adopt a son and build our family. That’s how Finn became a part of our lives. I never regretted it, especially after Zara’s accident, which confined her to a wheelchair. Now, all I wanted was for her to focus on her recovery while Finn handled the family business.

“Why not just send a chauffeur?” Maisie shrugged.

“Ruby is part of the family,” Finn explained, pulling Maisie close to him. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. My eyes followed as his hand wrapped possessively around her waist, pulling her into him like he wanted to absorb her. It made my stomach churn. I shouldn’t be the only one touching her that way. Heck, I wanted her to be mine alone. “I’ll be back before you know it,” he murmured, kissing her cheek.

Finn stepped back and headed for the door. “Dad will keep you company while I’m gone. He’s full of interesting stories.” He laughed as he walked out.

Company? Oh, I’d keep her company, all right.

Or maybe… she’d be the one keeping me company.

“Come,” Maisie said softly, taking my hand in hers.

She led me up the stairs, and I followed her without protest. Hell, I didn’t even think to say a word. She had me under her spell.

“Your room?” she asked.

I pointed to the door, too dazed to speak. My mind was a total mess. Maisie was the kind of woman who made a man think with his cock, not his brain.

She pushed the door open, pulled me inside, and walked me to the center of the room before stopping, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

My breath hitched as she walked to the door, her step slow and cautious, giving me the time I need to savor every tantalizing wiggle of her ass as she moved. Fuck, that alone made my cock pulse, the rhythm matching my pounding heart.

What was Mai doing?

My body stiffened as the sound of the door locking echoed through the room. She turned back to me, and, still standing by the door, she pulled her dress over head and let it fall to the floor, revealing those luscious boobs I could die for.

They were round, full, and utterly mesmerizing, they rose and fell in time with the steady beat of her heart.

She began to walk back to me, slow and steady. My gaze betrayed me, sliding down to her tiny waist, perfectly accentuating her enchanting curves. It traveled lower, to her panties and the smooth, flawless length of her beautiful legs as she moved

Everything about her screamed perfection. She was a goddess, and I was a helpless worshipper, waiting for her next command. Damn it. I should be the one in charge, not her.

Her hands found my waist as she leaned close, her cheek brushing against mine as she whispered, “How about a quickie before your son gets back?”

Good heavens. She knew exactly what I needed.

Without hesitation, I gripped her shoulders and spun her around, pressing her back against the wall. “Are you sure you won’t regret this?” I growled. “If I fuck you, you’ll only want more, Maisie.”

It was important to make her understand. Just as she had made me this way—unable to close my eyes without seeing her—she needed to feel the same. She had to think about me whenever she craved touch, whenever her fingers slid inside her. Oh, I wanted her to think about me whenever she was with Finn, too.

Her breath hitched, and her hands pulled me closer. “Make me,” she gasped. “Make me want more.” She crashed her lips onto mine.

Oh, my stars.

Kissing her felt incredible—better than any kiss I’d ever known. I kissed her back with all the hunger I’d been holding back, my lips molding perfectly her soft, inviting ones.

She broke the kiss almost immediately, her fingers trailing down my chest, past my waist, and skimming around the waistband of my pants.

She leaned even closer, her breath warm against my ear, and whispered, “Give me your cock, Daddy.”

Dear Lord. This was what I’d waited for—what I’d dreamed of—for the last seven years.