A Dirty Secret With My Best Friend's Dad
Content warning (18+):
This isn't your clean romance. It's messy, raw, burning with heats and intense. Enter at your own risk.
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I didn't expect to be fucked by my best friend's dad after crashing at their lake house.
They were out of the country and I came to recover from a heartbreak, but I ended up riding his cock all night.
He rammed into my pussy as I screamed out my lungs, and the next morning, I sneaked out.
Did everything to avoid running into him, but I soon find him sitting across the desk as my boss.
I tried so hard to resist him, but I couldn't. I fingered myself in my office, shamelessly moaning his name.
Turns out he watched through the camera, and he stopped me from cumming as a punishment for avoiding him.
But I defied him, this time I cummed, fingers deep inside my pussy, warm sticky wetness dripping down the floor as I cum despite his raging voice through the intercom.
Later, I suck him off to make it up to him, his fat thick cock fills my mouth, his precum spread through my tongue, he cums hard, thrusting into my throat.
Then he rewarded me, spread me out on his desk and thrust into my dripping cunt, hard, painful, filling me to the hilt.
I know I'm going to hell, I might as well just burn, so I let him use me however he wants. I take his cock without a word, spread for him anytime, until his daughter walks in on us.
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Chapter 3
~Sienna~
"You're young, Sienna. You have your whole life ahead of you. You deserve more than this old man." Norman smiles, moving his head back.
The wrinkles on his face squeeze as if to back up his words, but they do nothing to diminish his handsomeness.
"Do you like being here, with me, instead?" I ask again, ignoring his excuse.
Silence.
His lips press to a thin line, a soft sigh escaping his nostrils.
"Anything is better than being in the same room with Liliana." He finally says.
I grin, eyes glittering mischievously as I slip my hands into his hair. "Yeah... you can say that again."
I laugh lightly. "I love being here with you too."
He groans, hands tighten on me as he shut his eyes. His grip loosen around my waist, trying to move me off his laps, but I remain locked around his neck.
"Fuck! Sienna, you're not in your right mind." He hisses, brow furrows, sighing helplessly.
He wants this as much as he tries to stay away and I know. I see the way his eyes darken with desire, the tension pulsing through his veins.
"I'm not a good man. Hell, I can't be too different from you ex-"
"Did you ever cheat on your ex-wife?" I interrupt, narrowing my eyes at him.
He frowns, sitting up and pulling me with him. "No. I would never do something like that."
"Good. Then you're nothing like my ex-boyfriend."
He shakes his head. "No, Sienna, you're not getting it."
"What did you do?" I press.
But he just stares blankly at me.
"What's the reason for the breakup with Liliana?"
He takes a deep breath, his hands ghosting circles on my waist.
I don't know if he's even aware of his touch, but his mind seems far away.
"She left. She divorced me because I wasn't up to the standards she wanted for herself." His voice is low, raspy.
"Ohhh."
That surprise me, of all the reason I expected, this wasn't one.
"Does Nova knows?"
"No." He whispers. "She left when Nova was very young. Nova always looked forward to seeing her mother again, thinking she was just busy with work."
He sighs. "All those years, managing my growing business while raising Nova, the last thing I wanted was to traumatize her by telling her her mother was never coming back. By the time she grew up, I think she understood on her own. But Liliana's return now... it's giving her hope again. I just have to wait for Liliana to show Nova her true colors. I don't want to be the one to crush my daughter's feelings."
"It must have been hard, doing everything by yourself." I say softly.
I shift on his laps, searching for a more comfortable position to ease the numbness in my legs.
"It was, but it was worth it," he replies, slipping his hand under my ass and lifting me as he adjusts, lying back on the couch and pulling me down with him.
One of his hands rests at my waist, the other stays on my butt. The new position makes me acutely aware of his body, solid, hard everywhere, the ache between my thighs tempts me to grind against him.
With nowhere to place my hands, I places them on his chest, my head tilted slightly upward.
"Did you ever have another lover since then? Someone more than just satisfying your needs?" I blurt before realizing.
The question has been turning in my head, so long that it just slip out, his eyes snap to me, surprise.
He's handsome, even if he doesn't try to be, they are women that would throw themselves at him.
"I've had lovers. Some lasted weeks, some months. But it was nothing serious. I always made sure they knew." Norman shrugs.
"I mean someone you can't stop thinking about. For a long time." I insist.
If I've already asked I might as well press further.
He stare upward, his nose flaring with each breath, I don't miss the way his length hardens against my thighs.
He must have really liked this person.
All of a sudden, I don't want to know anymore. A sharp sting gnaws at my heart, my teeth biting into the inside of my cheek, I already hate this person.
"It's you," he whispers.
My head snap down to him, heat creeps up my neck, my core throbbing with painful desire.
"I told you I'm not a good man, Sienna." He breathes.
"What kind of man lusts after a twenty-years-old girl-the same age as his daughter?"
My blood drains from my head, I can't believe I'm hearing this from him.
"I can't stop thinking about you since the first time Nova brought you for our summer trip. I thought you were going to be one of her bratty friends."
"That was four years ago." I marvel.
"But then, you came-in those ass-fitting shorts, a hazard to your youthful age. I couldn't stop staring. It took everything in me not to pin you to the wall and rip them off you." He groans, eyes shutting as if reliving the moment. "I fantasized about all the ways I could take you."
He forces a rough laugh. "Can you imagine? An old man like me fantasizing about you-my daughter's friend."
"I thought you hate me." I say.
He frowns. "Why would you think that?"
I shrug. "You're always scowling when looking at me. You avoided me, left me and Nova most of the time. I thought I was intruding on your father-daughter dates."
He palms my butt, thrusting up against my thighs, a low gasp escape my lips at the sudden move, my hands fisting in his shirt.
"Does it look like I hated do?" he groans. "I stayed away because I didn't trust myself not to do those things to you. And... you're young. Too young."
I grind against him. "I thought you didn't like me, but it didn't stop me from crushing on you, Norman."
I sit up, straddling him fully, his confession giving me bravado, I can't stop repeating it in my head that he likes me.
"What.... Sienna-" he tries to sit up, but I push him back down.
I start unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers itching to feel his hard muscles.
"You shouldn't do that," he says weakly, but he doesn't stop me.
Dark hair dusts his chest, trailing down in a thin line disappearing into his pants. I lick my lips, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, his eyes burn, tracing the motion.
I lean down and suck one of his nipples into my mouth.
"Fuck!" His voice sounds strangled.
His hands wraps around my thighs, trying to restrain himself as my lips move to the other nipple, teasing and sucking. After a few minutes and I pull away his eyes are blazing, his neck thick with veins.
"I want you to do those things you fantasize about," I whisper, my breath shallow. "For once, I want to do what makes me happy too."
"You have to think about this. Your... boyfriend, he could come back." His voice rasps. "You were close to being engaged. You'll have the life you wanted. I can't give you that, Sienna," he whispers painfully.
I lean closer, lips hovering over his, eyes glittering with mischief.
"Do you want him to come back?" I murmur. "Because I've flipped past that page."
"Sienna-"
I don't wait for his words as I seal his lips, soft, incredibly soft lips.
He doesn't respond at first, but he doesn't push me away either.
"Mmm..." I hum, slipping my tongue into his mouth, one hand combing through his hair, the other pressed firmly to his chest.
Mint and grape flood my tongue, sweet, intoxicating.
He growls, his hand slipping under my dress as he bites my lips, sucking on my lower lip, his other hand groping my breast.
Yes! Oh fuck, yes.
It's the only mantra that keeps ringing in my head.
Maybe tomorrow I'll regret this, but right now this is all that matters.
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7.2
Two years ago, Amaya Bennett witnessed a murder.
A powerful man was killed in cold blood, right in front of her. She should have died that night too.
Instead, she woke up in a hospital with no memory of what happened. No faces, no names and no clues. Just fragments, blurred images that slip through her fingers every time she tries to hold on.
Now, Amaya lives a quiet life, piecing herself back together. She works part-time, avoids trouble, and stays invisible. Until she lands a job at Twilight Global.
A company owned by Jake Anderson, the cold and untouchable CEO whose father was murdered the same night Aria lost her memory. Jake spent years searching for the only witness. But she vanished without any trace. Or so he thought.
But somehow, they cross path again, working under his roof, completely unaware of the truth she carries.
The killer is still out there.
And when Amaya starts getting flashes of blood, a voice, a ring glinting under the dim light, the hunt begins again.
But this time, she's not alone. Because even before he realizes who she is... Jake has already started protecting her. In the most relentless and dangerous way.
8.4
I saved a man bleeding out in the snow. He had no memory, so I called him Ben.
We lived in a cabin, fell in love, and married by firelight with no witnesses but the ghosts of my parents.
Then one day, he disappeared.
Two years later, he returned. Not as my husband, but as Bernard Logan, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family.
And he didn't remember me.
He brought his cruel new fiancée to my clinic and treated me like a stranger.
When she threw my father’s antique music box into a cactus display, he watched as I tore my hands apart trying to save it.
He called our past a "drug-induced hallucination" and threatened to destroy me if I spoke up.
Worst of all, I found out I was pregnant.
He cornered me in the hospital room, his eyes cold and devoid of the warmth I used to know.
"Is it mine?"
I knew if I said yes, he would turn my child into a killer like him. Or his fiancée would ensure we never survived.
So I looked the love of my life in the eye and lied.
"No," I said. "It's not yours."
I signed his NDA, took his hush money, and vanished to Europe to raise my twins alone.
I thought I was free. I found a good man who actually loved me.
But three years later, at an art gallery in Zurich, the crowd parted.
Bernard was standing there, staring at me with a terrifying hunger.
He had found out the truth.
And he was ready to burn the world down to get us back.
9.1
My family and fiancé begged me to donate my last remaining kidney to my twin sister, Kyleigh. They didn't know I was already dying.
My fiancé, Axel, gave me an ultimatum.
"Donate the kidney, or I'll break our engagement and marry Kyleigh. It's her dying wish."
I agreed, only for them to frame me for plagiarism with my own thesis, forcing me to confess on camera. They never knew I was the one who secretly saved our father with my other kidney five years ago-a sacrifice Kyleigh had stolen all the credit for.
As they wheeled me into the operating room, they celebrated with Kyleigh, promising her a future built on my death. I was already a ghost to them.
But I died on the table. The surgeon, seeing the old surgical scar and the poison riddling my body, walked out to face them.
"This wasn't a donation," she announced, her voice cold as steel. "This was murder."
9.7
Elena Whitmore always knew falling for her brother's best friend was a mistake. But one stolen night with Grayson Hale changed everything, and cost her more than she ever imagined.
When he vanished without a word, she buried the past and built a life no one could touch. A life that included a daughter Grayson has never known.
Five years later, he's back. Wealthier. Colder. Determined to uncover why she disappeared, and why she's engaged to a man she doesn't love.
As old sparks ignite and buried truths begin to surface, Elena must decide if protecting her secrets is worth sacrificing the only man she ever loved.
8.0
Abandoned in the forest as a baby and raised by the Dark Light Pack, Elara grows up invisible. Overlooked. Maltreated. Treated like she was never meant to exist.
Until the mate bond awakens.
Bound to the Alpha, she expects a new beginning. Instead, she is rejected. Broken. Put through cruelty and torture that nearly destroys her.
But instead of breaking... she snaps.
In a moment that should have been impossible, Elara takes control of the mate bond and shatters it.
And then she runs.
What she doesn't know is that her breaking point was only the beginning.
Because Elara is not just a wolf.
She is something far older. A rebirth. A power that once walked the world three thousand years ago... and vanished after sealing away a force that threatened to destroy everything.
Now, that power is rising again.
As her abilities awaken and memories begin to surface, Elara is drawn to a truth she cannot escape and a man she cannot ignore.
Beros.
Powerful. Mysterious. And bound to her in a way she cannot understand.
Their connection is deeper than fate. Older than time. A love that has waited centuries for her return... and refuses to let her go again.
But just as she begins to step into her true strength, the past she tried to leave behind comes crawling back.
The Alpha who rejected her now wants her.
Desperate. Obsessed. Determined to have her back at all costs.
Now caught between a love that once broke her, a love that has endured lifetimes, and a power that could change the fate of the world, Elara must rise into who she truly is.
Because the same darkness she once destroyed is rising again.
And this time...
It knows she's back.
9.2
Secret Heir
9.2
Selene Harts has spent her life surviving quietly. Orphaned by a tragic past and trapped in a city filled with memories rather than hope, she lives by one promise: Once I leave, I'm never coming back. Yet leaving has always felt more terrifying than staying.
Everything changes the night she saves a stranger from a fatal accident. Selene doesn't know his name, his wealth, or his power-only that he looked lost, broken, and human. Days later, after unexpectedly losing her job, she finds herself working for a private executive known only as Mr. Cole. What she doesn't know is that he is Austin Blake, a billionaire CEO hiding his identity and the dark sins of his family.
As Selene and Austin grow closer, their connection deepens into something fragile and dangerous. For the first time, Selene feels truly seen. For the first time, Austin is loved for who he is, not what he owns. But secrets never stay buried.
Selene's world shatters when she discovers Austin is engaged to another woman-Diana Rowe, a ruthless heiress driven by wealth and control. Heartbreak turns to betrayal when Selene learns Austin's family played a role in the destruction of her own family. Devastated, she walks away, determined to rebuild her life.
But Diana refuses to let her go.
Obsessed and manipulative, Diana turns Selene into a target. As Austin spirals into guilt and self-destruction, his grandmother warns him that Diana is far more dangerous than she appears. When Austin finally fights for Selene, tragedy strikes, forcing Selene to confront the truth of her feelings.
Kidnapping, betrayal, and a gunshot shatter the illusion of safety, pushing Selene and Austin to flee and start anew. Yet distance cannot erase unfinished vengeance.
Diana survives-and from the shadows, she prepares to reclaim what she believes is hers.
Will this cost Selene her life?