Novel & Cerita Cerita Dewasa Ayah Mertua

"I am the one standing next to the King. And you are the one standing in a puddle of spilled wine." Kael looked at me, then at Darius, his face twisting with a sudden, violent realization. The man who had taken his mate was his own father. The man who was claiming the woman he had just been lusting after was the one person he couldn't challenge. "You're with him?" Kael asked. His voice was thick with a soul crushing regret that made me want to laugh. "You chose him?" Darius pulled me closer, his chest a wall of solid muscle against my arm. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as his blue eyes locked onto Kael’s.

He shudders above me, cursing into my neck as he follows me over the edge, his body shaking against mine. Hours later, at the crack of dawn, I am sheathed in his arms, staring up at his flawless face. My brain nudges at me, as the familiarity I didn’t realize last night begins to return. My eyes widen as I push off him suddenly. I just had sex with my mate's father. Alpha Kael, the Alpha of the Mystic Hollows Pack. This is all Aiden's plan. I can't believe I was so foolish as to fall for it. Slipping out of bed, I try to find my clothes on the floor, but come up with nothing. I remember he took them off in the living room and I make to go out.

Apparently not even bodies. Cassian dragged a hand over his face tiredly before speaking again. “There’s more.” Something about his voice made my chest tighten. “What?” He looked at me for a long moment like debating whether to continue. Then quietly: “Max wasn’t just connected to us through business.” My brows pulled together slightly. “He was our brother.” I stared at him blankly. “What?” “Our father had an affair years ago,” he said flatly. “Max was the result.” The room tilted beneath me. I laughed once softly out of disbelief. “You’re lying.”

“Do you think wolves weren’t mocking this family because Roman dated you? A weak girl with no proper wolf?” The familiar pain settled heavily inside my chest again. I stood up slowly. “I’m not discussing this.” “You should discuss your future instead,” she replied harshly. “Because no powerful wolf will ever want you now.” I walked away before she could continue. If I stayed there longer, I would cry again. And I was tired of crying. Completely tired. I entered my room and immediately froze after spotting a strangely printed envelope sitting on my bed. Confused, I picked it up carefully.

“My father used to say sex feels a lot better when you’re not supposed to have it.” “Your father actually said something like that?” I asked dryly, though I wasn’t surprised. Incubi were strange creatures—not as strange as vampires, but close. For them, talking about sex was as casual as commenting on the weather. I didn’t doubt for a second that Matt and his father openly discussed it. “Yes, but honestly, I’d prefer you didn’t have sex with your stepbrother. Instead, you could just have sex with me—I’m a lot more skilled than he is.”

She would not have believed it if someone had ever told her that the man she was claiming to be her father was not really her dad. "Before I leave, I would like you to consider this warning,” Margaret conversed with Jeri after her husband was out of sight. “ Never should you attempt to approach my husband for help. We no longer have anything to do with you, Jeri. You are nothing more than trash and a prostitute who was abandoned by her mother. You're such a disgrace to humanity!”

Today I’d tell Matt my boyfriend that I met a man who was older than me… and he made me call him Daddy. I’d tell him how Daddy made me cry and beg like a pathetic little whore in a dirty public restroom. How he called me a slut, a filthy cum-hungry bitch, while he used my mouth and then fucked me so hard I saw stars. I’d tell him how I came so violently my legs gave out, how I squirted all over the floor while a stranger twice my age buried his thick cock inside me and filled me up. But Matt might never understand. He’d probably stare at me with that hurt, confused look he gets whenever I hint that I need more.

For the most part, I try not to lie and actually tell her some ridiculous childhood stories, tell her about my mother and how my father remarried successfully. I only keep quiet about the fact that I have a twin and that I passed his kids off as mine, and all the bullshit I made up about their mother. Other than that… I’m clean and telling nothing but the truth! In turn, Ann tells me about herself too. She has a younger brother, and her mom also remarried successfully. She barely remembers her biological father, since he left them when she was only three for another woman. She called him “the first asshole” in her life. The second turned out to be Kirill’s father.

The man looked both crazy and funny at the same time. When he got tired, he sat down on the grass breathing heavily as if he was doing hard labor at a construction site. “You forget two things from what we saw, one being that she had not even a stain of blood or smelled like it. Two, her father was also murdered, three…” Eric cut his wolf off. “You said two things.” Midnight sighed. “Three, what was her father doing naked in bed with your mother? Don’t you find it strange, and what if your father did it? I mean anyone would go mad after finding his mate cheating on them.”

My uncle was lying on his back and started to snore almost instantly. Sometime during the night, I was awoken by my father. Very quietly in my ear, he asked me, "Do you want to turn over?" I shook my head in approval and turned over onto my back. My father made room for me to scoot closer to him. I didn't really know what he was doing or what his intentions were until he got between my legs. Then, it dawned on me that he wanted to have sex. My father made a shoosh noise to me, and I shook my head in approval. He was sliding the head of his dick up and down my slit. It didn't take long for my slit to lubricate itself, and once it did, my father started pushing himself inside of me. He was goi