Perverted Father Novels & Stories

"You were so wild, so full of fight... I enjoyed every second of it." "You are... you are a monster!" I breathed out, horrified. "Monster?" He chuckled darkly. "I am a man who takes what he wants. And you... you were there, crying, vulnerable, ripe for the taking. Did you think your little boyfriend was the only Moretti who could have you?" "You are his father... How could you...?!"

"Your father couldn't take it anymore. The moans and grunts coming from your mother's chamber whenever she pleased a man unleashed the demon in him. He began to hack those men to death in their own homes, and rape their wives and daughters." "No, no, no! You're lying to me. Tell me this is all made up, and I'll forget we ever hand this discussion." A lump constricted my chest, strangling my lungs of air. I buried my face into my palms and wept out my disappointment. Other than the men who had wronged him, father was an upright man. The father I grew up with was not a monster. He was my protector and only friend. But now, I realized it was a bait I swallowed hook, line and sinker.

Then they turned away, dismissing me. Oh! What I wouldn’t do just to hear the interesting thoughts in their heads right now! I have an idea. I wanted to know if my thoughts were right. “Well, gents, look who we have here,” my father said. “The devil’s spawn.” I smiled acidly at him. The retort came to my tongue effortlessly. “Exactly. Your spawn.” My father growled. “What do you call a woman who left her husband, unaware that she was pregnant, and let her lesbian lover raise her child? And when she died, she made sure that I would take care of the piece of shit she left behind.”

I didn’t only come here to celebrate his birthday, but also give him an update on Ethan’s plans and how we should outsmart him, but Julian betrayed me— he told me he was going to reject her, and that she meant nothing to him, that their mate bond meant nothing to him, but it was all a lie… just like many men out in their pack, including my father, Julian’s plan was to possibly make me his mistress, while he gets married to his mate. Yes… including my father. In the face of the world, he is a successful businessman and a well respected Delta, but to me— he was just the man living in the shoes of my mother. Everything my father has today is all because of her and her influence, but he had

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

"He told us all about you. How you're living in his house now. How you belong to him." My heart slammed against my ribs. "Damian, please. If your father catches us—" "My father is a fool," Damian interrupted, his voice suddenly hard, the playful smirk vanishing from his face. His dark eyes swept over my conservative outfit, but he saw right through it. His gaze dropped to the heavy swell of my chest rising and falling with my panicked breaths, and his jaw clenched. "He thinks putting you in a big house and buying you some modest clothes means he owns you. But he wasn't the one who had you screaming his name in a hotel room last night, was he?"

When he asked Aaron about the girl the following day the other man had simply chuckled and told him to expect another ‘family friend’ sometime in the week. It didn’t quite sink in until he mentioned her to his father and he had simply dismissed her and asked why he would want to see a hooker twice when he could have another one. He had found the experience quite humiliating. His father had been manipulative, controlling and plain bloodthirsty; he just needed out.

“I took her to the warehouse after she stole information from Dimitri’s room, I have every right to end the interrogation if I believe it was done.” “ What are you? Two years old? She is your wife, make peace with her.” “But father…” “ I have a solution for Rowan Moretti and you both better be prepare to sit tight on it because it involves you both having to pretend really good, if you fool yourselves I’m personally going to castrate you both together.” The fact that father just raised his voice proves he was serious as fuck, he had castrated a man in front of me for betraying him when I was just six, I knew what he was capable of.

My perverted dad has the power to manipulate people with his money. My father said that he would make Kofi his bitch, then he would do it. I was afraid of what he would do to Kofi, and my dad was part of a brotherhood. Who handled a lot of men in different areas. Besides his current work as a CEO of a publishing company, he has a darker side that I didn't want to be involved with.