Seducing My Ex's Father In Law の小説・ストーリー

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

His voice was a dark purr, his body still shamelessly on display as he once again blocked her vision. “This was a mistake” She thought to herself. She’d come because of the letter; It was delivered to her. It read “I think it is time you finally met your father-in-law” with an address scribbled at the back of the letter. He invited her here or was this a sick game of his? I mean, he was supposed to be six feet under . Surely he knew she was his son’s girlfriend, or maybe he didn’t just care. What kind of man is this? He was old enough to be her father for God’s sake. Her best friend, Layla, was right. This was a terrible idea.

I gasped. I was… I did. Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app. I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved. I hit play. "Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!" My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers. “Fuck! Mica!” I cursed at myself. I slept with him. With my ex-boyfriend’s father. It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.

Her voice was loud, panicked. “Father! That’s her!” She pointed at me, her face twisting. “That’s the woman I told you about who's trying to steal my fiancé!” The world froze around me. I stumbled back a step, my lips parting in shock. Father? I stared at him, my chest rising and falling fast. The man who had promised to help me burn the world…was Amira’s father? The room spun. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. My mind screamed, but no words came out.

This was a whole new mess. “I’m Quinn’s ex-wife. The divorce hasn’t been finalized yet. You’re his adoptive father! You think this is some joke?” I laughed, though it was bitter. “I’m not marrying you. This is insane. You can’t just ask for that.” Jason’s face didn’t change. He didn’t even flinch at my outburst. “I’m offering you stability. A place to stay. What else do you have, Vanessa?” I felt like a thousand bricks had been thrown at me. My heart was still aching from Quinn’s betrayal, and now I was supposed to marry his adoptive father?

But what choice did I have when she was slipping through my fingers like water? Alexander’s father contacted me three weeks ago, saying, “I believe we have a mutual problem”. Two days later, we met at his club. And over some scotch, he outlined his proposition. “My son is infatuated with your ex, and she’s an unwanted decision of his that we both know won't end well.” I should have walked away right then or told him I wouldn't be his pawn. But then he gave me an envelope with photos of Alexander and Ava having such fun together it just annoyed me.

REINA "I want daddy to fuck my pussy so good until I cum!" Fuck! That was something I never thought I would ever say out loud to my father-in-law, yet here I am, my upper half pressed hard against his office desk, ass shot out in the air, chest heaving heavily, hands gripping the furniture for dear life as I desperately begged my father-in-law to fill me up with his cock. To fill my hungry pussy with his thick, fat cock. I knew it was something we’d both been craving for days… weeks… fuck, maybe even months. Hell, maybe years. But we had been too scared to let it out.

His father clears his throat, and I put down my fork. The man was all frowns and wrinkles. "You want to settle down." He says to Alaric. His voice is deep. It sends shivers round the dinning room. Perhaps that icyness must run in the male gene. "Yes father. I think it is finally time." The man undresses me with his eyes. Maybe the Sylvester men also have a knack for that. "What happened to the other one?" Silence. "The blond haired one." His ex? "We broke up."