All Chapters of TRAPPED IN THEIR BED: A TABOO SECRET : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

We walked back to the dining room in heavy, awkward silence. As disappointed as I was that Kai had walked in on us instead of Mom, my body was still completely wrecked. My ass burned with every step—a hot, stinging reminder of Mateo's rough palm and the way his thick fingers had dug into my flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks that I could still feel imprinted on my skin. Each movement sent a fresh wave of tenderness radiating through my cheeks, the fabric of my dress brushing against the sensitized flesh like sandpaper. Worse, my pussy was still throbbing—aching with unmet frustration in a wet and messy way. I could still feel my own juices coating my inner thighs, threatening to drip down if I moved too quickly. My clit was still swollen and sensitive, rubbing against my damp panties with each step, sending tiny jolts of pleasure-pain through my core. Worse, the emptiness inside me was almost painful, a hollow ache that pulsed with every heartbeat, reminding me of how close

Kai didn’t speak. He sat there with his fork forgotten in his hand, staring at the plate like the food might swallow him. “Go on, darling.” Mother said softly. “We’re all listening.” “I said I’m fine,” he repeated, louder. The words came out rough. Victor set his glass down. “Kai. If something happened—” “Nothing happened.” Kai’s chair scraped back. He stood so fast the tablecloth tugged. “I’m just tired. I’m going upstairs.” He pushed his chair in with more force than he needed and walked out of the dining room without looking at anyone else. His footsteps hit the stairs hard. A door closed above us a few seconds later. The table stayed frozen. Mateo let out a breath he’d been holding since Kai first sat down and dragged his napkin across his mouth even though he hadn’t eaten a bite. Color started coming back into his face. The sweat at his hairline was still there, but the panic in his eyes loosened a fraction. He glanced at me with relief. Then he looked at h

I ignored the first knock. That had to be Mom. I was too angry to talk to her. I bit my lip hard. My fingers never stopped. Three of them plunged into my soaked pussy, stretching me open with wet, obscene sounds. The audiobook Daddy’s voice purred low in my ears, relentless: “Faster, baby girl. Rub that swollen clit like the desperate little slut you are. You’re so close already, aren’t you?” My hips bucked shamelessly against my hand. I was right on the edge, thighs trembling, when the second knock came—firmer. “Laila… I know you’re in there,” Victor said through the door. “Just let me in for a minute so we can talk. Please.” My heart hammered. What the fuck is he doing here? I paused only long enough to decide. Maybe being watched by him would make this better. “Come in.” The doorknob turned. Victor stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind him. He froze the second he saw me—completely naked, legs spread wide like a whore in heat. My fingers were still buried i

My pussy suddenly clenched hard at the way he said my name—low, rough, almost reverent. Since Dad died, I’d fallen headfirst into the darkest taboo p**n I could find. And now the fantasy was standing right in front of me, hard and conflicted and trying so damn hard to be the good guy. I could imagine how nice it would be to have him trapped in here with me and Mom walks in. Marriage over. Now, that's a good plan! His large hand settled gently on my bare knee, pulling me out of my thoughts. I didn’t pull away, I just stared at him. “I want to earn your trust,” he murmured. “Not demand it. If you need time, take it. But don’t shut the boys out. They’re good kids. Mateo especially… he already seems drawn to you.” “Yeah,” I whispered, lips curving. “I bet he does.” Victor’s eyes softened. “We can be a real family. Just give me a chance to prove it. You’re as important to me as my own children. After the wedding, I want us all under one roof. A real home.” I let the silence stretc

However , I smiled sweetly at him and watched his hands trembled slightly as he finally reached forward, hesitating for a second before his big palms cupped my breasts fully. "Oh Daddy...your hands are so large...". I gasped loudly. "Feel them...give them a soft knead". “Like… like this?” he asked, voice rough and nervous, slowly kneading the soft mounds. “Yes, Daddy… just like that,” I moaned louder, pushing my chest into his hands. “Squeeze them harder. They’re so full tonight. Mmm— your hands feel so good." He cursed under his breath, a quiet “Fuck…” escaping as his cock visibly jumped in his pants, the bulge now thick and obvious, straining hard against his zipper. His face was flushed dark red, awkward and conflicted, but he didn’t pull away. I reached down through the water, my fingers brushing the front of his pants. He twitched hard at the contact. "Fuck....Laila, you shouldn't...this feels so wrong...your Mom...". I held him tighter, and his voice left hi