All Chapters of Daddy’s Best Friend (collection of taboo love affairs): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The house was too quiet. Alissa sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed staring at her laptop screen, but the lines of code blurred before her eyes. She had been working from home for days, but no amount of projects or deadlines could distract her from the silence that seemed to wrap around every corner of the apartment. Her husband had been gone almost a month now. A surgeon dedicated and brilliant, he’d flown overseas for work not long after their honeymoon. She had smiled, waved, and told him she would be fine. But now, she wasn’t so sure. Her pussy ache so badly from her frequent use of toys, she couldn't help but touch herself every night, but damn none of the toys could help ease her urge, the only thought Alissa harbor was how to get fucked, by her husband actually not by any other man, she's not the type to cheat on her husband, so she thought. At night, she reached for the other side of the bed and found only cold sheets, Her body missed his warmth. She missed the way

Alissa tried to step forward, but his grip tightened around her waist, pulling her back flush against him. She felt it then hard, thick, pressing against her ass through his jeans. “God! Tistan please..” Her voice cracked. He cut her off with a low growl, his mouth finding her neck, tongue dragging up the damp line of her skin, Alissa gasped, her hand flying to the counter for balance. His other hand slid boldly upward, cupping her breast, thumb brushing across her nipple until it hardened under his touch. Her knees weakened. “God, you’re soft,” he muttered, his voice thick with hunger. “Been dreaming of this since the day I fucked Gina, I thought of you.” Alissa’s heart hammered, She should shove him away, slap him, scream. Instead, her thighs pressed together heat flooding between them. When his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking hard, she moaned. The sound escaped her lips without permission, sharp and desperate. “No… no…” she whispered, but her hands betrayed her

Tristan didn’t give her time to breathe, His hand clamped around her wrist, dragging her off the bed like she weighed nothing like she was already his. “Tristan please…” Alissa’s voice cracked weak and torn between resistance and a tremor of want she hated herself for. He didn’t look back. “You think I’m done with you?” His growl vibrated through her bones. The bathroom light flicked on, blinding her for some seconds. He shoved her against the sink forcing her eyes up to the mirror. The woman staring back was a stranger to Alissa, hair tangled, lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. She looked ruined, used, and desperate. “Look at yourself,” Tristan rasped his chest pressed into her back, his breath hot against her ear. “Tell me you don’t want this.” “I..I can’t,” she whispered, tears blurring her reflection. He spun her, then hooked one of her legs up on the edge of the bathtub spreading her open with no shame, no mercy. The porcelain was cold against her

The morning sunlight streamed softly into the bedroom, spreading across the sheets still messy from last night. Alissa moved slightly, her body sore, her thighs aching, the heavy feeling of last night’s sin clinging to her. For a moment, she thought it might have been a dream until she turned her head and saw the empty space beside her.No Tristan.Her heart skipped she sat up, holding the sheet to her chest, listening for footsteps or the sound of the shower, but all she saw was a small tray on the bedside table. Toast, eggs, and coffee still steaming with a folded note on top.Her hand shook as she reached for it.Didn’t mean it when I said I wouldn’t leave, I just wanted to see you panic a little. You looked beautiful. You always do. Eat and don't think much of me, have a nice life ahead. – THer chest tightened the words felt like fire, she crushed the note in her fist tears blurring her eyes with a desperate cry, she tore it into pieces scattering them on the floor.Her stomac

Heather’s heart hammered against her ribs as she pushed open the door to his office, the scent of old paper and polished wood clung to the air heavy and intimidating almost suffocating. She clutched the folder of assignments he’d ordered her to deliver though she wasn’t the course rep and she tried not to think about why he had really asked for her.He was already there behind the desk, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms dusted with dark hair veins thick and strong, the kind of arms that made her thighs press together unconsciously.“On time, Heather,” Professor Hayes said smoothly, voice low enough to send a tremor down her spine. “I like that.”She swallowed and set the folder down. “These are the assignments, sir.”He didn’t even glance at them, his gaze was fixed on her body. On the way her blouse stretched across her chest, Heather shifted, wishing she had worn something less revealing but also secretly glad she hadn’t.“Do you know,” he said, pushing back