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Attention! This is a continuation of my previous book: SEDUCING MY DAD’S BEST FRIEND…. If you haven’t read it. Please do…for better understanding of this amazing part. And also, please note that the continuation of this series: Entangled With My Dad’s Best Friend. Would be continued in the first book Series; Seducing My Dad’s Best Friend. Thank you! :) ———— (Aged Gap) “God, you feel incredible,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and intoxicating. I moaned softly, the sound escaping before I could contain it. It was a mix of desire and longing, a plea for more. His hands explored my curves, tracing the outline of my body, igniting every nerve in me. I gasped as he pressed his body against mine, the hardness of his c*ck a reminder of just how real this was. “Mattias,” I breathed, my voice trembling. The way he looked at me, with those intense eyes, made me feel seen in a way I had never experienced. “I want you.” He smiled, a wicked grin that made my stomach flutter. “Then let’s not waste any more time.”

My boyfriend gave me away to his arch-nemesis because he lost a bet. On the same night, I was driven to his arch-nemesis’ house. Before leaving, he expressed remorse, “Anya, just bear with it for a bit. I will come to pick you up in a month.” That night, the man pinned me to the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt. As he traced his cold fingertips against my collarbone, he said, deep and seductively, “So that’s the scumbag you fell for? Why don’t you be with me instead? I can give you everything you want.” I leaned forward and kissed him right away. “Sure.”

I am Charles Grant’s crush, and everyone said that he was really loyal to me. But on our third wedding anniversary, I found out that he had gotten a replacement for me. They even had a three-year-old child. I caressed my belly and tore apart the pregnancy report that I had brought to give him as a surprise.

I was the sole front desk clerk at a haunted hotel. Welcoming players, checking in on the bosses’ quarters, and slacking off a bit were all part of the job. At least, that was what I thought. It turned out my days were far from ordinary. A blood-drenched little girl in a tattered red dress kept ringing the service bell. Her eerie voice echoed, “Miss, why didn’t you come play with me?” A creepy black cat with glowing eyes wouldn’t stop meowing and rubbing against my legs. And then there was the old woman with claws like knives, cheerfully knitting me a sweater… out of players’ skin. One day, I took a day off to care for my sick mother. That was my biggest mistake. The entire game instance erupted in chaos. Bosses interrogated players, demanding to know where their precious front desk clerk had gone. “Did she abandon us? Is she never coming back?” I ran. They chased. But no matter how fast I fled, their grip on me only tightened. In the end, escape wasn’t an option.

My parents died in an accident when I was 16 years old. That leaves me and my stepbrother, Freddie Sanford, to rely on each other. At 20 years old, I get drunk and confess my feelings to him. But instead of being gentle as usual, he lashes out in fury. "Rosalie Hunter, do you have no shame at all? I'm your brother!" From that day on, he gets back together with his first love, Bianca Reed. His attitude toward me plummets and turns cold as ice. What Freddie doesn't know is I'm sick. To me, every day feels like a countdown. On the day of their wedding, I quietly reach the end of my life. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to two years ago. At the same time, I learn an unbelievable piece of news. Freddie has been dead for three years.

Everyone in Vallermoore knew I was Cole Mitchell and Finn Archer's most treasured princess. At 12, Cole saved me from my abusive dad's grip and gave me a second shot at life. He vowed to protect me always. At 13, Finn rented out an entire amusement park for my birthday and whispered that guarding my smile was his mission for life. Now I was 23, and they locked me in a pitch-black, freezing attic for three winter days. As I slowly lost consciousness, they were busy fawning over Zoey Hart, their long-lost childhood friend. "Everything you have is mine, so it's time to give it back." After hearing what Zoey said, I left without making a scene or shedding a single tear. However, for years after, they tore the city apart and tried to find me like mad.

I loved Stella for five years, and we were even engaged. However, she never helped when my grandfather was dying, all because the adopted son of my family suggested that she should use the opportunity to put me through adversity—so that I would toughen up. After my grandfather died helplessly, I toughened up just as she hoped for, no longer relying on her for everything. Naturally, I no longer loved her anymore either.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

Having dated for five years and been married for seven, she had never missed his birthday in the past 12 years. The 12 gifts from previous years were carefully placed in the storage closet. However, this year's birthday gift...

Professor... Harder! Oww! I’m going to cum,” I cry out, throwing my head back as I moan loudly. “You keep moaning my name with that cherry lips of yours and I will slid my dick in it,” he says hushing me down. I should lower my voice; we could risk students finding my professor fucking me in the school’s girls bathroom or I can get freaky and cum. Increasing his pace, I part my lips on a sweet moan as Matteo slips two of his fingers into my mouth, making me suck his fingers to shuffle down my voice. Pressing his body to mine so that I breathe in his fresh cologne, he whispers in my ears, “Cum for me, Red.” With quivering legs, I gush out warm liquids from my pussy as I pant, sucking gently on his fingers. **** Want to know what’s better than running away from an abusive father who is trying to kill you? It’s running into the arms of a man who would kill to keep you safe. I only had two wishes in life, face the big city and find a man to pop my damn cherry. The only problem is, I am surviving in this city, but the man happens to be my History Professor with a freaky mafia background. I don’t want to be a sex toy to a man who has a future ruling an empire where I am not involved, or am I more than just a Red fling to him? Dive in to read Arlette and Matteo’s twisted forbidden romance.