Perverted Father Novels & Stories

“See how beautifully she takes my cock? She’s such a good little slut for us. Held her ass open just so you could watch.” Victor’s low, approving chuckle came through the speaker. “Well done, son. She looks absolutely ruined and perfect. Keep going. Let me watch her fall apart on your cock.” Dante groaned in satisfaction and started slamming into me harder, the wet sounds loud and obscene for his father to hear. “Hear that, baby? My father’s watching how well you take my cock. You like that, don’t you? Being shown off like the perfect little fucktoy you are while he watches your holes get used.”

I greeted with a nod as I walked past him and to my desk, smoothly sliding into my seat and then leaned back in the plush leather chair and lifted my legs onto the table as I raised an eyebrow at my father. "Don't concern yourself about that, I've taught her a lesson she's sure to never forget," I answered him, using the usual monotone I always use on him. My father, or should I say sperm donor was to put it lightly, a manipulative cold-hearted asshole, who was able to influence me and get me into his way of thinking. He was a killer, unlike myself who hated getting my hands dirty with blood, he loves to take the lives of those he hates with his own bare hands.

He can't even imagine that he's a fucking Perrone, the daughter of the bastard who left his father in a wheelchair. And when he found out about this secret I carried, that hurt me so much he couldn't even imagine? Because being a Perrone was the worst thing that could ever happen in my life. And it wasn't just that I hated my father, no matter what last name he carried. But the bastard was still a bad character of the worst kind. And get involved with the Casanovas.

The twitch was minimal but the threat in it was massive. "I can clearly see why my son has chosen you to be his Queen. These daring eyes and this porcelain doll face with..." His eyes again took a tour of my body shamelessly "after all he is my son" his smirk widened. The 'disgusting' word can not describe the character of this father and his son. I want to punch him right now. Is everyone the same here? What kind of people are they? Chuavinistc, controlling, shameless, bloody... He cut me off before I could appreciate him more.

"You should be. I spent a lot of night masturbating to the peeks I had of your cock and balls." I felt the heat rise in my face. "In fact, I was embarrassed I even looked. I felt like a perv, but it only seemed to be more exciting." "You are your father's daughter," he said, rolling to his side and sliding his leg between mine. "We're both a little pervy, darlin'. I mean you fuck your brother and your dad, and I fucked my mom. Pretty damn deviant if you ask me."

“Come on, Bruce. Be a little kinder.” “No, I won’t,” her father barked. “I spoiled her. Pampered her. If she doesn’t make Axel marry her, I’ll gladly give her to you.” Nina’s stomach twisted in disgust. Robert was married—and two years older than her father. She knew he was interested in her in a sick way. He was a pervert, probably watched child pornography. She was sure of it. He’d been eyeing her before she’d even hit puberty. He was known for harassing women—and yet her father joked about handing her over. Her father, a pig in his own right, was at least not as sick as Robert. She hated them both. Twisted men, living filthy, deviant lives.

I knew I had to calm him down before he overreacted but he was too fast and by the time I got there, the confrontation had already started. "Father, what are you saying? That man is taking girls from different packs and using them as sex workers and you want me to fold my arms and watch? I can't do that!" Peron replied to his father and even as I was far away, I could feel his anger, spreading and spreading.

My Father was dead and I did not have a pervert as my Father, he made me go through so many things, terrible things to be exact and he still dared to call himself my Father, when did I allow that? He was never my Father and would never be my Father, he was just my Mom's husband. I did not even know where my Mom met someone like him and she even trusted him so much before he died, not knowing that he was just a green snake under a green grass. Malicious, but pretentious. I would have killed him since all this years if only I had the chance, I would not mind if I was ridiculed by the others for being a witch again, I was already used to it and there eas nothing bad in me making my already bad

“We faked it for Zade. Not like he gives a shit, but your dad would buy it, right? Don’t worry. I’d play my role perfectly.” He stared at me like I’d offered him a kidney. Then he sighed. “Uhmm… my dad is a pervert, Camila.” He said it so calmly it made my stomach twist. “Are you willing to lose your virginity to him? Because he’d definitely want to bang any girl I bring home and call my girlfriend. He always ‘tests’ them. That’s… his thing.” “What?” My voice cracked. “What the hell? Is that even normal?” He bit the inside of his cheek.

Instead, he walked toward the fireplace, staring into the flames. “My father trusted Vincent Devereaux.” “He considered him a friend.” “He believed they were building an empire together.” His voice remained calm. “But trust is expensive.” “And betrayal is even more so.” Elena listened in silence. “The next morning,” Damien continued, “my father was found dead.” “The police called it suicide.” “They closed the case within forty-eight hours.” He let out a bitter laugh. “My father didn’t kill himself.” “You believe Vincent murdered him?” “I don’t believe.”