All Chapters of LUSTING AFTER MY FATHER’s BEST FRIEND. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

ANASTASIA. My nipples harden and push against my bra and shirt, making them ache, but not as much as where my fingers are heading. That’s where it hurts the most, because his eyes are there.So I sink my fingers between my folds, using him as an anchor. And it feels different with him watching, like I’m building up an explosion, not an orgasm.But my hand is too soft, and it’s not enough, even when I twist my clit and roll my hips.I think it’s because he’s there and he’s watching with his jaw set in a line. Although I want him to watch me, to see me, so what’s wrong?I can’t reach that peak, no matter how much I try, and it’s not due to my lack of arousal, because I’m so soaked that there are probably wet spots on the sheet.“What’s wrong, baby girl? Having trouble?”My fingers pause at that. Baby girl.I think I became wetter, too, but that might be because he’s pushed off the wall and is stalking toward me. And it’s downright stalking, with his shoulders squared and his steps slow

DAMIEN. Something alarming, as in, someone probably asked her if I’m gay. That’s what her socialite friends spout off about me when I refuse to meet their prim and proper daughters. That I’m gay.I ignore Mom and her shallow entourage. The thought of her and Dad brings forward nausea I’ve been trying to get rid of for fucking decades.But Anastasia and the not-some-normal bike kid are still talking and laughing. They’re still trapped in their own world as if the rest of their surroundings don’t exist.So I pick up my phone and call her.Her smile drops when she sees my name on the screen, and she swallows a few times before she picks up.“Hello?”“Have you finished the report I sent you this morning?”“I’m getting there.”“Getting there doesn’t mean it’s done, Anastasia.”“I’ll be finished in a few.”“My office. Now.” I hang up and take the elevator to the highest floor, then head to my office and sit behind my desk.Soon after, there’s a knock on the door before Anastasia comes insi

ANASTASIA. A normal person probably would, but I’m a little weird and a very bad girl, so you can play with me all you want. I’ll be your toy.” At least that way he’s not putting a thousand walls up between us.That way, I can get close, even if only by sex. I’m fine with sex. I like the feelings it brings and the surrender of it all. And if what happened last night is any indication, sex with Damien will probably bulldoze through all my thoughts and expectations.As if to prove that it’ll go way different than I’ve fantasized, Damien reaches a hand to the waistband of my skirt and toys with the zipper, his thumb grazing my hipbone beneath my shirt. “You’ll be my toy, huh?”“Yeah.”“I can play with you?”“You can.”“Do you let boys play with you often, Anastasia?”“Sometimes…”He doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like it one bit, and that translates through the crowding tension in his shoulders and the way his touch turns from explorative to downright dominating. He grips me by the hip,

DAMIEN. Holding a spatula as a microphone, she plays the role of a backup singer to the one who’s currently rapping. The upbeat music fills the kitchen, and she sways her hips and kicks her leg, seeming lost in the song.I’m supposed to go through a case file, but I’ll do that later, when she goes to sleep. That’s when my violent silence returns, and I can concentrate.However, that might be a fucking lie, because I’ve been losing grasp of the word concentration since I made this chaotic girl my wife.She never misses a chance to barge into my thoughts uninvited. Whenever I’m working, in a meeting, or even in court, I think about her on my desk with her legs wide apart as she moans my name and tells me she’s been a naughty girl and wants me to teach her how she can be a good girl. Though she doesn’t genuinely mean that, considering she’s constantly being naughty in one way or another.And I can’t stop thinking about that, about her hidden tendencies and sweet taste. I haven’t been ab