Seducing The Villains Father Novels & Stories

She finished her shift and went home feeling defeated, she knew that she couldn't go anywhere with him, that he was just using her and her brother, and that their relationship was never going to happen. Bella avoided Lance as much as possible, refusing to fall for his manipulation again. She focused on her brother's well-being and her own life, trying to put the encounter behind her. But she couldn't shake of the feeling that she had missed out on something, that there was a chance for something more with Lance. She couldn't deny the pull she still felt towards him, even though she knew that he was a cold and dangerous Mafia Boss. Bella's life went on, but she couldn't help but wonder what c

When their eyes met, he growled low, but he didn't stop her. Antonio had fantasized about her mouth sucking his dick for years. Victor wasn't marrying her tonight. He might as well fuck her face. Teresa uncovered his dick and gingerly lowered her mouth onto it. As though reading his mind, she sucked greedily, her lips stretching around the head of her daddy's dick. Her father was one of the world's most dangerous men. No one ever had to know what happened in this bedroom tonight. "Suck it, you shameless slut, just like your mother used to," he groaned, grabbing her hair, and going straight to fucking her face deeply.

The desk creaked violently under the force of his fucking. “No— Daddy— please pull out— don’t cum inside your daughter-in-law!” I sobbed into the wood, tears streaming down my face even as I pushed my ass back greedily to meet every thrust, desperate for more. “I’m begging you— this is so wrong— Julian’s father can’t breed me!” Victor fisted my hair tightly, yanking my head back so he could growl directly into my ear while he railed me mercilessly. “I’m going to flood this cheating pussy with every thick drop of my cum. Breed my son’s wife right here in the dark while he waits like the pathetic cuck he is. This pussy belongs to Daddy now.”

But to me, it was the final execution of a plan I had been orchestrating in secret for years. When I was eighteen, my father, Arthur Vance, discovered that Vittorio Rossi had been stealing from our companies. Rossi had pulled off a colossal financial fraud, embezzling an amount that would have utterly ruined any other family. But he crossed the wrong people. Instead of handing Rossi over to the police and recovering the money through the courts, my father chose to exercise the power of our syndicate. He imposed a pact of submission: the Rossi family would settle the debt by surrendering their bloodline. The contract was signed, decreeing that the Vance heir would marry the eldest Rossi daugh

“You said you want to become manipulative.” Father sits up in his chair, trying so hard to ease his expression. “I want to use the picture to get her to surrender,” he says smoothly. “I will threaten to release the picture if she doesn’t step back and renounce that nonsense power of opposing me that she holds. So, what do you think about it?” He seems not too pleased about it and clearly needs my suggestions. “Damon suggested it, but I find it somehow… cowardice.” I know I’m supposed to agree with Damon and should even be excited about getting a free ticket to the throne, but just like Father, I find it cowardice too. It is proof that I’m no better than Nerrissa and River, or maybe I’m even

Dante's voice blurred from my ears again, and my thoughts carried me to the previous night, and how I almost, effectively, took out our true opponent before I was stopped by a single phone call from Dante. My eyes stole towards the Vipers and settled on their leader, Victor Viper. That man killed his own father to become the leader of his city, and he didn't bat an eye to marry off his only daughter to a monster like myself, even after what he claimed she went through in the hands of his enemies. Dante fell for it, and so did Elijah Smith. But I'm no fool. I'm no idiot. The Vipers are what they are. They are a bunch of snakes pretending to be allies of the web. They will not fool me, and the

“Sophia was weak. She figured out my plan too early. But Mia… she’s perfect. Fertile. Desperate. And that baby? The fertility drugs ensured it took on the first try. Though the paternity… well. We’ll do a proper test when I take her.” My stomach dropped. Damien’s hand tightened on my hip, possessive to the point of pain. “You’re never touching her,” Damien snarled. On screen, Victor leaned forward. “I already have. Indirectly. Your precious wife’s father wasn’t just working for Harrington. He was working for me. The contract marriage? My idea. I wanted you distracted, vulnerable. And now I have leverage.” The feed switched to a live camera. My father — alive, despite the gunshot on the yacht

Confused—she took it and when she read it's content her eyes widened. It read. “I told you that whoever tries to touch what's mine would get killed, well your father did so and I brought you his ashes a golden vase. This was me being merciful. If I see that Nick guy close to you again, I'll end him in a much more gory way than this.” He did what! He killed her father? No fucking way! How could he? She opened the vase and truly saw that it was her father's ashes. She felt her heart racing, her head banging. How could he? She asked again. Was he really that cruel? That was it!

"Yes, everything is wrong with him wanting her that bad. Alec Steele went after women that rejected him and then forcefully had his way with them. But in this case, Raees does not even know about his existence, at least, she's never seen him before. So, him wanting her right from the bat, not wanting to compromise himself to fit what she'd like is everything synonymous with worrying." "Dad, you're talking in riddles. What is wrong with someone like Alec Steele liking her?" Rowland sits up, and grabs his daughter's shoulder. "You're going to have to seduce this man, marry him if you can." Elena looks flabbergasted, holding back the urge to look at her stomach so he won't look there suspicious

“Alex Dark King, I know you’re watching. I have a proposition for you. Eliminate Prince Nicholas, and I’ll reward you with $100 million. There will be no retaliation, as I intend to eradicate all of the King’s lineage.” Prince Nicholas stammered, his words lost in his shock. General Victor’s smile was cold and calculating. “Do you know why your father was betrayed? Let me show you.” He pulled a butler into the frame, revealing the traitor. “Your butler turned against your father for a reason. Remember, you raped his daughter, leading her to take her own life. As if that wasn’t enough, you threatened his entire family, leveraging your future kingship as a weapon. How despicable can one be? Yo