Covet Me Father By Thegunnen Novels & Stories

Before I could finish my sentence, the sound of a bullet being fired cut through the air, followed by a pained loud groan tearing from my dad's throat. My gaze shot in my father's direction, eyes wide in horror and a gasp escaping my lips as I saw the blood spilling from the now-fresh wound beneath his chest. I spotted the gun in Matteo's hand, who had just shot my dad without a second thought.

The sound made my pussy clenched in anticipation. His cock sprang free and I stopped breathing at the magnificent size now in front of me. It was so thick, hard and leaking at the top, so fucking perfect. Far better than Liam's. My pussy clenched at the sight, another rush of wetness leaking down my thighs. He stalked towards me like prey that already belonged to him. Every reminder that he was my father-in-law vanished at that moment. He had become a predator, a hungry man. And I wanted nothing more than for him to break me apart.

“Fuuuuck.. Daddy!” “He looked at you like he wanted to take you,” Aiden snarled, fucking me hard and deep, hips snapping with furious power. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock forcing its way into my plugged, cum-slick hole echoed through the penthouse. “Like you were something he could steal. Like my breeding boy was up for fucking grabs.” “I’m yours,” I moaned brokenly, pushing back desperately onto his cock. “Only yours, Daddy. Please, use me.

I replied, sceptically. "Oh I see, we will get to the bottom of this, so don't worry,", my father said as he patted my back with a smile on his face. I couldn't help but feel disgusted by him, my father was a murderer and Drake was going to bring down hell on him. This brings up a thought in my mind. If Drake deals with my father what will happen to me?

Lucan grunted again, with a twitched temple, and the sound of it made my stomach churn in pleasure. Fuck! My name sounded hot coming from his mouth, and I just couldn’t help but imagine how it would sound when he was fucking my pussy and moaning my name breathlessly. Oh fuck! The nerve of me! The nerve of me to be this helplessly drawn to a man I had hated all my life! The nerve of me to actually want a man who was old enough to be my father. The nerve of me to actually want my father’s best friend. But damn me, because he was so fucking hot, and now… right now, the only thing I thought of was…

I have to prove myself in front of him. I crossed my arms and said with a casual tone “Depends.” Those people looked at me, dumbfounded and asked with a confused voice, “On what?” I continued “On who your boss is.” Hearing it, those men laughed and said “You got guts.” Well, if I didn’t have guts, then how could I fall in love with the daughter of the mafia king? When I fell for Isabella, I didn’t know that she was the daughter of the mafia King, Victor Falcone, but it doesn't matter. I decided to marry her and my future father-in-law can’t change that fact.

It was clear from the way he pulled me in that he didn’t want to let me go. “Let me introduce you to my son, Ethan Mason.” He said with a smile that made him look twenty years younger but I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. No. No. There’s no way the man I had a one night stand with is my husband’s father.

It was like my unborn child was revolting for my very simple betrayal of its Father. “I can't believe it. Vince seemed like a true friend. I never thought he was such a creep.” Father cursed, tightening his fists. “You're gonna cut off ties with him. You're never seeing him again. You're never going back to his Pack. Not as Trent's mate and certainly not as Vince's mistress—” “I'm pregnant, Father.” I voiced out, looking up at him with tears-blurred eyes. “It's Vince's.” Father staggered at my confession. His eyes squinted with hurt. “Wh…what?”

He shouldn’t get suspicious, even a little bit, or… I might lose this game. With a deep breath, I looked through the videos on the flashdrive, and I saw pictures on Patrick’s signature, on some really dirty files. Files on purchases of contrabands, expired drugs and even hard drugs. My heart dipped as I read through the files, there was a video too, with shaky fingers I pressed play. It was a CCTV Footage, of my father entering Patrick’s office, he went on his knees with his hands placed together as he begged Patrick. “Please, Mr. Vanner… don’t ruin me. I promise, I won’t tell anyone about all your dealings, my mouth is sealed, Mr. Vanner, please.”

“Your stubborn daughter actually hadn't accepted me back then. I had to work very hard to win her heart.” Then, the warmth instantly vanished from his features. Zayn turned around slowly, his dark eyes locking onto my father like a predator spotting a nuisance. “You're still standing here.” “Where else would I be, Alpha?” my father stuttered, trying to force a compliant smile. I could see it clearly in his greedy eyes — he was desperately expecting Zayn to treat him with the same respect and kindness he had just shown my mother. But he got nothing. Zayn knew every detail of what this man had done to us, and he knew I wanted nothing to do with him.