Forbidden Love My Daddy's Best Friend Novel Novels & Stories

But nothing could erase what had already been seen. Kira’s hand clutched hers under the sheets, trembling. Mr. James stood frozen in the doorway, disbelief carved into every line of his face. His lips parted, but no words came out. To him, Lexie was his best friend’s daughter yet also the girl he had already crossed forbidden lines with. And Kira… his own little girl. Seeing them tangled together like this shattered every boundary he thought he still had left. The silence pressed down heavily, suffocating.

"So it’d be fine if it were anyone else. Anyone — just not me?" He threw me a look heavy with pain. A father who perhaps still wanted his daughter untouched, preserved for some domestic altar he’d built in his mind. Untouchable. Unreachable. And there I was — the name he trusted, becoming the verb he feared most. "You’re the only friend who really knows me, Alex. We’ve been together so long, I can’t even picture myself without you. I don’t know... I couldn’t bear losing you because of my daughter." "Sounds like a love confession," I joked.

“Father—“ He looked over his shoulder at Astra. “If love makes him weak, Astra, then love will destroy him.” He smiled faintly, a cruel twist. “Let him believe he’s untouchable. Let him guard his little pet.” He reached for the sword mounted by the hearth, its blade black as night. “When the right time comes, his heart will be the first thing I take.” Astra stared at him, horror flickering through her tears but deep inside, something else stirred. A flicker of grim satisfaction. Maybe, if Darius saw what her father could do, he’d finally realize how dangerous it was to ignore the Frosts.

“I expected Daniel’s daughter. He never took anything handed to him without asking exactly what it cost him first, either.” The mention of my father landed somewhere underneath my ribs, and for a moment, neither of us said anything. His name seemed to weigh more heavily in the room than anything about guards, gates, or east wings ever could. “You knew him,” I said quietly. “Really knew him. Not just heard about him the way I grew up hearing about him.” “Better than anyone.” He smiled, but there was something sad about it, as though grief had briefly given way to laughter before he pushed it down again. “He was the best man I ever called a friend.”

All of her, forgetting the fact that she was his daughter’s best friend. Isadora clutched his wrist firmly, her other hand holding firmly to the edge of the marble while she struggled not to close her eyes. “I… I am yours, Daddy…. My pussy is yours.” Isadora knew she should not say any of that. She knew acknowledging his words meant betraying her best friend and accepting to continue such a dangerous affair with her best friend’s father, but she could not control anything. The pleasure of his huge, massive cock in her slim, tight pussy was immense. It was controlling. So controlling that she could not help but accept whatever he said.

Our bodies entwined, I feel a connection like no other. In this moment, time stands still. All that matters is the love we share. He whispers, 'I love you, Sarah,' and my heart skips a beat. I wish. I wish he could even spare me a glance or look at me with desire burning in his gaze. I rubbed my eyes as I sat on my bed with a smile on my face. It was the same dream I've been having ever since I was a teenager. Making love with the man of my dreams, I never get tired of having those dreams since they were the only times I get to see what I want to feel. I've been in love with my father's best friend ever since I was a teenager; he is so handsome, more handsome than my father, in fact, he can'

The way shame and pleasure tangled until he couldn’t tell them apart. He sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands. His pulse raced, his breath shallow. “God…” It wasn’t just obedience anymore. It wasn’t fear. He wanted him. The realization crashed over him like a wave, cold and brutal. He wanted Damian. Not just his control, not just the secret rules—him. His presence, his authority, his touch. It was wrong. So wrong. Damian was Lily’s father. A line Eli had never even thought of crossing. But the line was already blurred, already broken.

I stared at her, wondering if I’d heard correctly. “Mom, please. Can we talk?” She stepped outside and closed the door behind her. “There is nothing to talk about, Maya.” “I’m your daughter.” She laughed bitterly. “No. I don’t have a daughter who throws away her marriage and runs into the arms of another man because he has money.” My chest tightened. “Is that what you think I did?” “What else am I supposed to think? You married Alexander without even considering what people would say about this family.” “I married him because I wanted to help you and my siblings!”

I kept going, drawing it out, riding every aftershock until I was a trembling, gasping mess. Even after the pleasure faded, the ache lingered. I curled onto my side, breathing ragged, tears of frustration stinging my eyes. Lila could flirt openly. Touch him. Offer herself without hesitation. I was still just Sophia’s friend. The quiet assistant who touched herself in secret, whispering filthy pleas to a man who would never truly see me that way. I pressed my face deeper into the pillow, whispering one last time. “Daddy…” The mansion was silent around me, but my obsession burned brighter than ever. ​

I smiled before once more lying, “I don't like Mr. Knight, Yes he has a good physique, but he is n…” “Yeah right” she teased before leaving to my thoughts. I found it hard to sleep all through the night, and even a call from Ellie wasn’t enough to help me at all. I didn't dare to tell her that I was crushing on her dad while she was on her school research in China, so I bottled up those feelings and tried not to think much about it. Why did he have to be so hot and attractive? Why did he also have to be someone’s dad? Worse still, my best friend!