Romans & histoires Please Forgive My Unholy Desire Father

“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 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

“It’s been… it’s been one week since my last confession.” “What do you wish to confess?” His voice was calm. I squeezed my hands together. “I… I’ve been struggling with thoughts.” “What kind of thoughts?” Heat crawled up my neck. “Bad ones.” “Be specific.” His voice sharpened. “What thoughts?” I swallowed hard. “I… touched myself.” The words felt filthy out loud. Silence. I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me. Then— “And what did you think of when you did it?” My entire body went stiff. My heart slammed. “F-Father—”

“Richard… “I know,” he said, pulling back slightly. A sad smile touched his lips. “I know how this looks. I know what people will say. Your father’s friend. The age. The money. All of it.” “I don’t care what people say.” “You will,” he said gently. “And so will I. But right now…” He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my cheek. “Right now, I just want to show you my city. And ask you my question.”

I rubbed frantically at the throbbing surface. My swollen clit hardened until it hurt so good. My empty insides cried out for his heavy weight. If only I could somehow get him to fuck me too, right here on the holy floor. Maybe I could. As long as I kept answering his desperate prayers the exact way he wanted me to. “You will go and sin no more, do you hear me?!” the father cried out, and his voice sounded entirely broken and labored. He fell right into the fast, heavy rhythm of his cock nearing its ultimate release.

My mother's face turned pale with pain, and even her voice was shaking as she said, "Vincenzo, let me go! Lia's still a child!" Vincenzo let out a sneer, his eyes full of contempt. "She's nothing but a fatherless kid! If you don't apologize to Carla, whatever comes next isn't my fault!" The guests all stood by and watched. Some looked uneasy, but no one dared to step forward. They were afraid of Vincenzo's influence, and they were even more afraid of getting dragged into trouble. One by one, they lowered their heads. "Sofia had a daughter before getting married, and nobody even knows who the father is..."

His breath was hot against my ear. “Fuck, baby,” he growled softly, voice dark and filthy. “You almost came with my fingers deep in your tight little pussy while my daughter was right upstairs. So fucking naughty. My best friend’s daughter dripping for Daddy’s cock.” I whimpered, clenching around him involuntarily. The taboo words sent another wave of heat through me, even as the fear of being caught made my pulse thunder. He slowly pulled out, a thick trickle of his cum leaking down my thighs. He turned me onto my back and spread my legs wide, staring at the mess he’d made with dark satisfaction.

He unbuttoned his shirt, discarding it to reveal broad shoulders, a solid chest, and the lean muscle of his torso. “Do you like what you see?” “Yes,” I admitted softly. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest before he leaned down, pressing his lips to my neck, drawing a ragged breath from my lungs. “Daddy,” I whispered, fingers digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. He raised his head, his gaze searching mine. “Tell me to stop, Roxy, and I will.” I knew exactly who he was. My mother’s husband. The man whose name commanded respect throughout this house. The man I should never have wanted this way.

"Don't make things difficult for the doctor." I shrugged his hand off and stood. It remained suspended in the air. "Why is it difficult to ask whether I was unconscious?" A woman at a nearby table looked up. My father smiled. His mouth and eyes seemed to move independently. "You're not feeling well." "I'm not. That's why I'm asking." I looked at Moretti. He couldn't take his eyes off my father. "When you first saw me that day, was I awake?" No one answered. Then the auctioneer announced my father's name and thanked him for his substantial donation. Applause rose again. My father turned away from me and raised a hand. Moretti applauded too.

“If you want your old man's dick then go for it,baby.” I couldn't take it anymore. Squirts filled her whole palm. My folds trembled under her touch. I was afraid. And yet ecstatic. I wanted my father's big cock as his filthy daughter. I hated the fact that I wanted it badly too. If that whore could lay on my parents matrimonial bed with no guilt then I can too. Right?.