บททั้งหมดของ Daddy's Forbidden Desire Series: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked.** ** **Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce,Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.Soon, they give in to the fiery chemistry burning between them. However their hide and seek relationship is only a ticking bomb waiting to blow up in their faces.As sparks ignite into something deeper, Isadora finds herself falling deep in love with the man who she can never be with. And the holiday reveals secrets that should never see the light of day.** ** **Isadora's POV"Ar

Isadora's POV I stared at the caller ID on the phone screen; my hands trembled, and blood rushed to my ears. The name Dad flashed across my phone screen, blinking up at me repeatedly. The phone stopped ringing, but I knew it wasn't over. None of this was over. When Dad called again, I took a deep breath and picked up the call. "You stupid girl," Dad hissed, his words biting deep. It wasn't the first time he would call me that. It wouldn't be the last time, either. "Ignoring my calls, aren't you? Just like your crazy mother," "Hi, Dad," I whispered, biting my bottom lip to hide the tears. He scoffed at my words. "Dad? With the way you ran off, I would bet I raised your mother's bastard all along. You're no true daughter of mine." The tears hit, and I raised my head, trying to air my eyelids. What was I supposed to say to that? "Where is your mother?" He demanded harshly, and I sucked in a breath. I couldn't tell him where she was. If he found her... If he did, he would try

Isadora's POV I was ashamed, and I didn't think I could stop. My room was dark, and I had the covers above me, but my hands worked beneath them, rubbing against my clit. A moan slipped through my lips as I writhed in pleasure. My pussy was wet and needy. This was the third night in a row that I would be touching myself, and it was all his fault. All of Tristan's Kavanaugh's fault. I already had the growing attraction to him to contend with, and then he just had to save me, didn't he? I probably would have preferred that I had fallen face flat on the ground than have his hot, rigid body pressed up against me, scrambling my insides. My cunt throbbed hard as I played with my cunt, trying to muffle the noises I made at how good that felt. "Tristan," I moaned, clamping my eyes shut while thrusting my fingers. The wet, hot walls clamped around my fingers, clinging to them like a vice. I replayed it all in my head—he stroking his cock and then grabbing me like he had yesterday, h