All Chapters of In Lust With Her Father's Friend: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NATASHA.I turned to leave, but his hand caught my wrist—too quickly, too tight.“Hey, don’t get mad. I’m just trying to help you see what kind of man he is. That he is the same with my father. Just as I’m sure my father is with other business tycoons who want their children to succeed them.”The contact sent a jolt through me, but not the kind I expected. There was no warmth, no spark, just a hollow ache that pulsed beneath my skin. My breath caught in my throat, my pulse tripping over itself—not out of excitement, but out of the uncomfortable realization that I didn’t want this. Not from him. Not from anyone who wasn’t Dougal.“Leo,” I said quietly, my voice trembling despite my best attempt to steady it. “Let go.” I didn’t want to yell at him because in a way, he thought he was helping me. He thought he was doing me a favor. He didn’t. His fingers tightened around my wrist even firmer than before. I looked up to reproach him but gulped when I saw the affection radiating from his

Morning light poured through the hotel window, golden and merciless, catching every trace of sleeplessness I’d tried to hide. I sat at the edge of the bed, replaying the memory of Dougal’s kiss until it ached. The feel of his mouth, the sound of his voice when he’d pulled away—If I stay another minute, I’ll ruin both of us.But he had stayed long enough to ruin my peace.I told myself to forget it, to focus on the tour ahead. But every time I caught my reflection in the mirror, I saw the truth in my eyes—he had gotten under my skin. And if he thought he could walk away that easily, he was wrong.So I chose war.By the time we gathered in the lobby, I was armor-ready. Light makeup, a pale silk blouse tucked into tailored pants, hair pinned but deliberately loose at the ends. I saw Dougal before he saw me, standing near the elevators in a dark shirt rolled at the sleeves. He looked tired. Controlled. Still pretending last night hadn’t happened.“Morning,” I said, breezy, casual.His gaz

The door clicked shut, sealing us off from the world. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound between us, steady and cold against the heat pulsing in the room.Dougal stood a few feet away, his hands fisted at his sides. His breathing was heavy, uneven, his eyes dark with a storm he could no longer hide. I could still taste the air from last night, still feel the ghost of that almost-kiss that had left us both wrecked.“What are you doing here?” I asked quietly.He met my gaze. “You know why I’m here.”“Do I?” I folded my arms, keeping my tone light even though my heart was beating hard enough to hurt. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re just trying to prove you’re still in control.”His jaw tightened. “Don’t start, Natasha.”“Start what? A conversation? Because last night you were all about talking.” I took a step closer, voice sharp. “You show up, you say all the right things, then you run the second it feels real. Tell

NATASHA. My brain registered two things at once.First, my heart was racing erratically, which could only mean that I was close to being in a panic mood. Second, all Leo has at the moment was suspicion. Not fact.I relaxed visibly and exhaled in relief. After counting up to five to still my racing heart, I ran after the man."So, I think this should be enough to start the awareness advertisement for the..." He was saying into his phone. He trailed off when he saw me standing in front of him. His eyes traced my outline from head to toes before a frown crested the lines of his forehead. His eyes returned to mine and stayed. My legs wobbled from fear, but I stood my ground and refused to break off the contact first. "I'll call you back, dad." He said into the phone, still not taking his eyes off me. "What do you want?" He scowled at me. "Go back to the old man you are lusting after."Again with the words I dreaded. I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to slap the man across the face.

NATASHA. I woke up to the feeling of something hard trying to poke onto my butt. I groaned and tried to turn around. A hand held me firmly around my waist, holding me in place. "Hey, buttercup." Dougal’s rough voice moaned into my ears. He kissed my temple as his waist shifted closer to me. "Hmmm," I moaned, shifting my weight backwards to meet him halfway. His cock slid into my pussy. "Yeess!" The man moaned. He kissed the vase of my neck as he thrust into me slowly. His finger trailed off from my throat down to my breast. He grabbed the nearest to him and began to fumble it. "Aahhh... aaahh." I moaned as he increased the tempo. His thrusts became faster and harder, slamming into my depth with each stroke. He took out his dick and sprawled on the bed. "Come on, buttercup, ride me." I curled my legs around his waist, my pussy sitting at the tip of his cock. I maintained eye contact with him before I sat on the dick, swallowing the length. "Oh, yeah,