Seducing My Ex's Father In Law Novels & Stories

The truth tumbled out, stupid and raw, but I couldn't lie, not when stopping him would shatter me. I didn't care if I sounded desperate, whorish. This man, hot, commanding, every inch the forbidden fantasy knew exactly how to unravel a woman. He was my stepfather-in-law, and that only fueled the fire. "Aaah... daddy, don't stop!" I screamed as he positioned himself between my thighs, face inches from my slick heat. His breath ghosted over me, teasing, before his mouth descended, tongue delving in, eating me out with feral hunger. My back arched off the bed, fingers clawing the sheets, lost in the storm he unleashed.

“Someone who detests hearing my name. Who looks through me like I’m a ghost from a past he’s trying to forget.” I nodded slowly, reading the pain behind her words. “Then I’ll take that as a no.” She didn’t respond, but the silence between us confirmed it. “Since you don’t love him,” I said cautiously, “maybe it’s best to show him that you’re not chasing him, that your presence isn’t about rekindling anything romantic. If you make it clear that all you want is for Florida to have a father in her life… he might let his guard down who knows. Look for ways to convince him.”

After my long discussion with Lesly, she continued to push me toward taking revenge on the people who had shattered my heart. I was torn, wondering if I should actually follow her advice. It wasn't as simple as finding a relative of Mark’s to seduce. I knew nothing of his family background; I had never even met his cousins. The only person I had encountered personally was his father, and even then, only because of the accident. I sat up abruptly as Mark’s father crossed my mind. He didn't look like an older man at all; he possessed a powerful physique and a face that seemed to defy the passage of time.

he replied, his voice cold and dangerous and I widened my eyes in shock. Everything around me seemed to freeze as I thought his words through over and over again. “What?” I whispered as I shook my head in denial. “That can’t be possible. No, you’re lying.” “Oh, it’s very possible and it’s the truth,” Jay said with a smirk, his voice mocking. “Your dear and loving father wasn’t the man you saw him as. Not only was he part of a gang but, he was bi and also cheating on your mother. With me.”

I corrected, reminding him that me and his son had broken up and he shouldn’t feel so guilty about fucking me because I wanted him to. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, including his own son. “Still….” I didn’t let him finish before slamming my lips against his and I couldn’t believe that I was kissing my ex’s father. I didn’t want it to stop as my tongue explored the recess of his mouth and just like that, in the snap of a finger, Aidan Nightingale took over and I felt a liquified fire spreading through my entire being. The spark between us was so intense, so powerful that neither of us could control our hunger or even get our wolves under control.

I stumbled one step back and looked at them calmly. I said with a calming voice “Tell your boss I’m not leaving.” Hearing it, the men looked annoyed but they didn’t attack again, Instead they returned to the car. The window rolled down. I stopped walking and saw Victor Falcone sitting inside. Our eyes met again. I walked closer and stopped beside the car. A smirk appeared on my face and I greeted my future father in law with a mocking tone “Good evening, Dad.”

He’s beautiful in a way that feels unfair, like a storm you can’t look away from even though you know it’ll destroy you. “I’m not fighting,” I whisper, but my voice betrays me, trembling with the weight of my desire. “I just… we can’t keep doing this, Valerio. It’s wrong. You’re my Ex’s father Inlaw…” He steps closer, and I instinctively back up until my spine presses against the cool glass of the window. His lips curve into a half-smile, one that’s equal parts dangerous and devastating. “Wrong?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with challenge.

In that moment, all the toxic anger I felt toward William just evaporated. "What's so funny?" he asked, laying a soft, wet kiss on my clit that was still throbbing and open to his face. "You have the most beautiful pussy ever." "Thanks," I said, still chuckling. "I just realized that I made my ex-father-in-law eat me out... and a part of me wishes William could know. Just to see the look on his face." "Did he sleep with your mother?" he asked playfully, wiping his chin.

Too his eyes my husband was nothing but prey. My stepfather-in-law Christopher D’Amelio With cold and unloving eyes and soothing voice, “You should be glowing my wife now,” said Ethan, the ‘lucky’ not so lucky groom of mine as he whispered sweet nothings to me, lightly squeezing my back. Was I everything I was told to be, to smile my true self smile. For family, friends and folks Ethan could not pretend for. To savor, dress, and feast on concealment, and tip toe round better my phasms worst harshly bewildered, clenching my body cross to the inaronet or your thumbs all contained in your stares. Tension tighten me like a rope.

"So it's wrong. I'm old enough to be her father. What am I supposed to do? Pursue a woman half my age who I only married to save her life?" "If she wants you too? Yeah. That's exactly what you're supposed to do." I shake my head. "You don't understand. It's not just the age. It's everything else." "Like what?" "Like the fact that she's Ethan's ex-wife. My son's ex-wife. I married my son's ex-wife. How fucked up is that?" "Ethan gave up any claim to her..." "It doesn't matter. The optics alone are terrible. People already think I'm losing it. Getting soft. If I actually get involved with her? If this becomes real? They'll say I'm thinking with my dick instead of my brain."