My Father’s Best Friend Stole My Virginity の小説・ストーリー

Lost my mother to the cancer of the brain at the young age of seven, my father on the other hand becoming a drunkard psychopath who took his grief out on us; his three young children after the loss. Memory of that night carved deeply in my head I can’t forget even if I try to, the same night I turned eight and my father returned home drunk. I was the last child of the family and the only girl, my father decided his birthday gift for me that very day was to break my virginity and leave me scarred for the rest of my life. He attempted the treacherous act by locking himself up in my room, trapping me under his evil clutches. My two brothers heard my wailing, they broke down my door instantly en

"Oh, the adventures we can have, Becca." I knew very well what he wanted to f*ck me until I couldn't stand. The memory of him promising to do dark and dirty things to me was tantalizing. Perhaps he could tie me up like he promised before… it was something I had seen on porn, but never something I dared try before. "I'm sure you will think of something.... After all, how often do you get this chance?" It was wrong. So wrong on so many levels, but screwing my best friend's dad had been one of the most erotic things I had ever done.

my father’s voice rang with warmth, pride, and command, “come down, child. Greet him properly. This is no stranger. This is my dearest friend.” Dearest… friend? I totally forgot that Alpha Dylen was my father's best friend but today he looked younger and too handsome. My knees wobbled as I obeyed, descending the steps that separated the sitting platform from the floor where they stood. His eyes followed me the entire way, pinning me with a weight that made my skin prickle. It was too much. Too consuming. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t— My slipper caught the edge of the step.

But the thought of sleeping in the sheets that had never known dirt or ash made me feel like an intruder. I thought of my mother and how she died in a bed with an itchy blanket, and then I remembered how she was thrown into a fire and discarded like she was nothing more than rubbish. Anger coiled at the pit of my stomach, and bile rose in my throat. Was it true that she once knew this man? Was my father truly his friend? Could King Lucian Orion be trusted? ….

My cheeks immediately heated. I lowered my gaze. “I’ve been a little shy about it.” The lie came out more easily after that, but somehow, it made me feel even worse. I hated lying to her. Especially because she was my best friend. But what was I supposed to say? Actually, Luisa, I’ve been secretly having an affair with your father. There was no universe where that conversation ended well. She would never understand. Not now. Maybe not ever. “So that’s why you’ve been acting weird?”

“At the same time though… Are you sure this is a good idea? He’s your dad’s best friend. This shit could blow up really bad if anyone finds out.” I knew he was right… Ronald had been the one holding me together these past few weeks when I was falling apart. After I figured out that the hot dominant guy I’d been chatting with online, the one who made me touch myself every night and call him Dom, was actually Alaric… I lost it.

He let go of me, and I turned around to watch them exchange glances. "What did you say?" Drina stepped toward me, her heels clicking against the floorboards. "I've been dating Alpha Caden for some time now," I stammered through hiccups. However, I noticed my father's eyes light up with a sudden gleam. "Did he—take your virginity?" There was a hidden excitement in my father's voice, as though he was already planning to trap Alpha Caden into marrying me. "No!" I had to shatter their twisted hopes. "I was gang rap*d, and he ran away like a coward." I broke down, collapsing to the ground as gasps filled the room.

I wasn't able to tell him. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried hard, my body shaking as I sobbed loudly. I didn’t even know why I was crying. I should have known that it would come to this, that my luck would run out, and everything would come crashing down like Jenga. Did I really think that sleeping with my best friend's father would end well for me? I had tried to stop, but I was weak. I wanted him. I needed him. And now that need was going to be my downfall.

"He stood right there in your office. He looked so sincere, Evander. His eyes were wide, his voice was shaking, and he looked me dead in the face and swore he didn't help Victoria. He asked me to trust him. He even told me he wanted to help me move out because he was worried about my safety." I turned around, leaning my lower back against the window sill, looking at the empty floor. "I was actually going to let him help me," I continued, my voice dropping into a flat, steady monologue. "For a split second, I really believed that there was one decent person left from my father's old life. Someone who wasn't trying to buy me, control me, or protect me like I'm a piece of fragile glass. But he

Now my father had to go back to his pack and I knew how difficult that would be as it would remind him of my mother. After Sandra had gone to sleep, I made use of that opportunity to confront my father about his actions and what I heard too. “I didn’t know you slept with her”, I said to him. “Hannah, I didn’t know I had to tell you about everyone I slept with” he rolled his eyes. He didn’t know the gravity of what he had done. I wouldn’t have forgiven him so easily if it was I, “you tried to separate my best friend and I because of your own selfishness.”