Novel & Cerita Forbidden Trap Of Friend's Daddy

He asked, his voice was as seductive as fuck. “I want… I want…” “Get out.” “I want you to take me, daddy. I want you to fuck me,” I said quickly. He raised his brows, a smirk played on his lips. “Now that's the girl I raised,” he muttered. “Are you willing to strip for daddy?” He asked. Strip? I don't know how that's done. I am not a virgin, but I haven't stripped before. But now I have to do it, in front of my best friend’s father.

I put it to my ear, and I stilled. “Dear ex daughter of mine, I have the betrayer in my grasp, finally. I never knew I had a whore for a daughter. You're just like me, sleeping with my business partner. I have him here. If you want to ever see him again, come to dearest daddy.”

“I have to do this for myself at least, Alpha.” “Good,” said Darius. I care about you enough to see you win.” Wayne’s throat went dry. “You shouldn’t.” Darius’s gaze darkened. “And yet I can’t stop.” Wayne stepped back, shaking his head. “Not this again.” “Why not?” “Because it’s forbidden,” Wayne said. “Because if anyone finds out, it’s not just me they will tear apart—it’s you.” Darius took a slow breath. “Then let them try.”

The only reason I used to hang out with those guys was because we walked in the same circles and they all belonged to families my parents were friends with. And Considering the fact that I’m also the major force behind sending my dad to prison, that might be another reason for them to stay away from me. No family wants their kids to hang out with someone who sends their father to jail. Which is the biggest joke ever because all my friends have done far worse things to humiliate their parents. One of them even slept with his stepmom and stepsister behind his dad’s back. And he probably still does because most dads—I’m sorry to say this—are kind of dumb when it comes to family.

I said as I released myself from his hold and closed my door. I understood that Antonio had a lot to lose like his friendship with my dad, but it hurt watching him bask in regret. I wanted things to go back to normal, so I decided to act like things were normal. I would simply forget that I had slept with my father’s bestfriend. * * * “Hope you didn’t get in trouble with Antonio,” Jenny asked as we both stopped for icecream close to campus. “Believe me, there was no trouble,” I teased as I collected my cup of icecream from the seller.

“Welcome home.” The formality was deliberate. A wall between us. “Dom’s been keeping me company in your absence,” my father said, oblivious to the tension crackling between hid righthand man and his daughter. “Don’t know what I would’ve done without him these past couple years. Best friend a man could ask for.” The words landed like a physical blow. Best friend. As if I needed the reminder of exactly how wrong this was. “That’s wonderful,” I managed. “I’m glad you have each other.”

“I hope you’re happy, you whore. I thought you were my friend, but you were nothing but a snake, a gold digger and a slut. Because of you, I was fired from my internship and my father is pressing charges against me. Thankfully, I hired the best lawyers and I'm going to make sure you leave him and rot in jail. You are disgusting and we are no longer friends.” It felt like everything around me had come to halt. My heart stopped beating for a second, and I read the message over and over again. My head was spinning and slowly it began to ache and throb. I guess I had gotten my answer. Nathan was willing to put his own daughter in jail because of me, and there was really nothing that I could do a

Rubbing her hands on it. "Yes, momma. It is big and I am sure your tiny little hole will take daddy with so much ease." This was bad! This was bad. He should not even be desiring his friend's daughter, but look at them, about to go through one of the nastiest moments of their life while they held others outside with no remorse.

It felt like I was once again betraying her trust by breaking the promises I made to her on the day of her funeral. Now, here I am, masturbating to the 20-year-old daughter of my friend. I feel so dirty and angry at myself.

The chaos, the danger, the complete lack of control—it was intoxicating. And the music pulsed on, deafening, suffocating, unrelenting. And Damien—my father’s best friend, the man I had foolishly, recklessly, irrevocably let into every part of me—was still there, watching, waiting, owning. And I was trapped.