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Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+) Novel Cover

Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+)

"I've always knew you'd be the man to fuck me to heavens." The door opened on that comment and the man she least expected waltzed in. "Tell me, how many times have I f*cked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?" ............... He was my father's best friend, a father figure to me. But he's also the hottest man I've ever seen alive. With his fit, toned, and athletic build. He has plagued my dreams more time than I can count. Fucking me to heavens and back, and when the chance comes to experience him. It doesn't matter what it costs. I'm willing to let him ruin me.
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Chapter 2

Chapter 2 

Gina>>> 

I snapped my bare thighs closed as I sat up and crawled into a fetal position unable to maintain a gaze at him, mortified. Beyond mortified. 

If the ground could open up right now, pull me in to shelter for the next few decades until existence becomes nonexistent, there's no doubt that I'd love for that to happen. 

I could feel his presence, his eyes digging holes at me, as though I've suddenly became a sight he was addicted to. 

For someone I've always wanted in every way possible for as long as I can recall, it's hard to believe his absence at the moment would soothe my nerves. 

"Gina," my name growled out, followed by the gentle sound of his footsteps. I knew he had stepped closer from the unhealthy feel that suddenly clouded my system. 

Heat poked at my insides, hot and scorching. I was all hot all over. 

I couldn't respond or bring myself to speak. I was too embarrassed to look up right now, or even breathe well. Why did he have to come in? 

He finally read into my silence and turned his steps around, strolled out and finally granted me the solitude to cuss at myself. 

Once I noticed his absence, I sat up. "Fuck....!" The weight of my action crushing hard at me, unyielding and without warning. 

I pleasured myself to the idea of my father's best friend taking me. And as if that doesn't sound scandalous enough, he had to walk in on me praising the image of him fucking me to oblivion. 

"Fuck!" I cussed out once more. 

How could I have let this happened? I should have closed that door- no locked it, at least that would've prevented him from coming inside. 

What does he think of me now? 

I was too cramped to match his gaze. I couldn't, knowing if I had then I might got a glimpse of what he thought of me, but I simply couldn't. 

At that moment, the only thing I wanted was to fucking fade out of existence. 

That man was like my father, Infact a second father to me. He's been around for as long as I can remember, just that he wasn't always present. 

He's my father's best friend, they linked up in high school and refused to let each other go since then. 

He doesn't really stay here, he has a company far into the city and only began visiting every summer from two years ago. 

I was seventeen then, and I've last seen him when I was ten I think. Even as a kid, I've always fawned over his appearance, but I never really let the attraction mold. 

Him and dad would stay contacted through calls and mails over the years, and I'd get the chance to get my first boyfriend. 

The storm started once he came back, when he decided that he'll start coming to spend every of his summer breaks with us- my dad. 

This man had gotten so ripped and only hotter over the years, I couldn't get my eyes off him when he return. The attraction I'd sent dormant as a kid came resuscitating, hard and wild. 

He wormed his way past my mind, further into my head, and he was just the man that constantly fucks me to heaven in my dreams. 

I do not enjoy sex with my boyfriend anymore unless I think of him. 

It was wrong I know, but that doesn't help or justify how right it feels. I've been attracted to this man- my father's best friend for over two years now. I'm turning twenty in a few weeks so it's nearly three years. 

At first, I could say I did my absolute best to keep it a secret, but lately- about few months ago, I've started slipping. 

He'd catch me staring at him with lust filled eyes, always undressing him through my gaze with teeth biting down hard on my bottom lip. It's like I've lost control and could no longer manage myself. 

Just like tonight, I couldn't guide myself to not eye-fuck that man as we sat down for dinner. Instead, I allowed myself slipped into my lustful fantasy. 

Which prompted me into whatever session he walked into, and those words he heard. Gosh it's killing me not knowing what that man thinks of me already. 

I need to know. I need to confront him, spin it however I can. 

He's not the only one named Frank in the whole world. I could turn this around. 

My courage slowly peeled back into shape as I went into the restroom to fix myself then stepped out of my room to seek Frank and have a chat with him. 

"Dad!" I bumped to my father as I walked the hallway. 

"Darling, I was just coming to meet you. I have a really bad news to share," his brows were creased which meant he's been anxious and in distress. 

"What?" I quizzed with interest. 

"I gotta leave tomorrow. It's work, and an urgent deal just came up. I know we promised to never let work or school get in between our summer get together, but this is so important please you have to understand. I'm only gonna be away for a couple of weeks and I've asked Frank to stay over and help me keep an eye on you or just keep your company." 

My countenance changed at the heard of that specific name, more so the favor asked of him. 

"I'm above age dad, I can look after myself, there's no need for a babysitter." I said in disapproval, I can't allow this. 

Frank cannot be alone with me for the next couple of weeks. No, no this is not good. Oh Gosh. 

"He's not a babysitter, he's just around to keep your company and that's all. I have to go pack up now sweetheart, please understand!" 

He turned around and strode off before I could continue speaking against his decision. 

Fuck this is bad, this is so bad! Me, alone, with Frank. For weeks? Oh boy!

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