Semua Bab Revenge Of The Forsaken Wife: Pleasured By His Father: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter TwelveMaisie“Accept your terms?” I asked, slipping on the last piece of clothing, my voice laced with curiosity. “What terms?”He buckled his belt slowly, his smirk so confident it sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned over, his hands braced on the backrest of the couch was sitting. “That you become my submissive. Do whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you, without protest.”“W—what?” My voice cracked, disbelief washing over me as I stared at him. “Submissive?” The word rolled off my tongue like a foreign concept, one I’d heard of but never thought would be spoken to me—least of all by Finn’s father.I’d always imagined Mr. Caruso as your typical older man: stern, rule-bound, too preoccupied with societal expectations to indulge in anything remotely scandalous. But he wasn’t that at all. He was bold, unapologetic, and confident in ways Finn could never be. He was better. At least he had a bigger cock and knew just how to use it.“Yes, Maisie,” he said firmly, his tone a mi

Chapter FourteenMaisieWhen I opened my eyes, it was like I was in the middle of nowhere, but with a beautiful view. The room was unfamiliar, yet it radiated a quiet luxury that made me pause. The large windows framed a golden sunrise spilling over an expansive view of the countryside. The bed beneath me was far too soft, the sheets too crisp and luxurious. For a moment, I wondered if I was still dreaming.Then it hit me: Mr. Caruso. The pleasure. The pain. The pleasure den. The raw intimacy of the day before. My body still hummed faintly from the memory of his touch, my pussy tingling with the memories of his body, and I let out a shaky breath. But this room…this wasn’t where we’d been yesterday. It was different.I blinked a few times, trying to sharpen my blurry visions, and as I sat up, my eyes landed on a figure near the door. A woman—mid-thirties, probably, dressed professionally, with dark hair neatly pinned back—stood quietly, her hands clasped in front of her. Her presence s

Chapter SixteenMaisieI couldn’t remember ever seeing Mr. Caruso before that night at the hotel. That was the first time our paths had crossed—at least, as far as I knew. He hadn’t looked familiar, not even a little spark of recognition. I didn’t even know he was my father-in-law. Which could only mean one thing: he wasn’t connected to my parents. Not as a friend. Not as someone from the past. If anything, it pointed to something darker. He was probably one of them—the people who wanted us gone. One of our enemies.But then again… was he really?Was Rafael Caruso the kind of man who’d be after my brother and me? To hurt us? To finish what someone else had started? God, I hoped not. We hadn’t done anything wrong. The only crime Nash and I had ever committed was being born to the wrong people. The only mistake we made was being loved by two good souls who had the misfortune of crossing the wrong line.And even after they were gone—ripped from us—we still couldn’t get a moment’s peace.

Chapter Eighteen Rafael CarusoMaisie was now an obsession.My obsession, and there wasn’t a shred of guilt in admitting that. She was mine, and I wanted to keep her with me—by my side—until I had savored every single moment of her.She had become the escape I desperately needed from the thoughts in my head and the heaviness in my heart. Evie, my wife, died years ago. I had to raise a daughter and a son on my own. Even with the help of our family’s housekeeper, Ruby, it never felt the same.Evie was everything to me. My first love. I had gone through hell and back to be with her. I had fought the world—fought battles most wouldn’t survive—just to call her mine. Our life was perfect. We were a beautiful family, and friends like Holden and Isla only made it better. We had looked forward to the day we would welcome our daughter with smiles on our faces, counting down the moments to add another member to our home. We were proud and excited—we even named her before she was born.I had pro

Chapter TwentyMaisieI couldn’t move at first.I just lay there, my body trembling, my breath still shallow and rough. My thighs were sticky with him, with me, with us—a mess I didn’t want to clean just yet. Not when every inch of my skin still remembered his touch, every inch of me still craved his touch, every part of my body still hummed with the echo of his name.Rafael.God, what am I even doing?What had I done?And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to regret a single second of it.It should’ve been wrong. It was wrong. It was all shades of wrong. He was Finn’s father. My fiancé’s father. He was the father of a man I was going to be married to in a few days. But none of that mattered in those moments when he touched me like I was the most precious thing he had ever held. Hell, none of it mattered when he fucked me like it was going to be his last. None of it mattered when he looked at me like I belonged to him. Because I did.In that moment, I didn’t want to be anyone else’s, but h