Father In Law

Chapter 26

After the dinner/date that I thoroughly enjoyed, we go back to our suite. To my disappointment, Anthony goes into his room, so I have no choice but to go into mine.

Not even a kiss. The thought makes me angry and frustrated. I should be thinking about Sebastian, but Sebastian has made it clear that there are no feelings between us. More importantly, I want his father, not him.

I plop down on my bed and close my eyes. Anthony's scent drifts into my nose and my panties become damp again. The way he smells, the way his forearm flexes when he drives, that stoic and angry face that only he can make look so sexy and his dick that was hard for me.

The last thought is the final straw. I slip my hand underneath my dress and touch myself, both surprised and disgusted at how wet I am. When my fingers touch my clit, a moan escapes.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Anthony's voice makes me gasp and get up.

He's doused in the shadows, casually sitting in an armchair. A dim lamp casts shadows across the sharp planes of his face.

"What are you doing here? And how did you even get in?"

"I got in when you were touching your pussy to thoughts of me."

"I was not."

"So who was it? Was it your gardening boy or was it perhaps Sebastian?"

"You're being ridiculous."

"Am I?"

Now that he's here, it's worse. I clamp my thighs together and he narrows his eyes at that. It's his fault for coming into my room in the first place and making me drunk with lust.

"Okay, the show's over. You can go back to your room now." I say haughtily.

When he gets up and goes to the door, an odd sense of disappointment hits me, but I push it away.

He puts his hand on the doorknob and pauses. Without another word, he slams the door shut and locks it.

"What are you doing?" I get off the bed and look at him.

He ignores my words and goes back to sit on the armchair.

"Let's get one thing straight Charlotte. You don't tell me what to do."

I narrow my eyes at that.

He beckons me to come closer with his index and middle finger.

"Come here. I forgot to show you something I wanted to this morning."

Thinking of this morning makes me blush, but I clear my head and go to stand in front of him.

"Sit."

There's only one armchair, and he's sitting on it.

"Where-"

He pats his thigh before I can ask him where I should sit.

"What? No!"

He gets up and rips my dress right down the middle.
I gasp in outrage. "You son of a-"

Before I can finish my sentence, he sits back down, wraps his hand around my forearm and tugs, which makes me gracelessly fall into his lap.

He wraps his arm around my middle to prevent me from getting up and adjusts me so that my back is to his front.

"Anthony...what are you doing?"

He runs the tip of his nose along the side of my neck.

"I told you, I'm showing you something that I should've this morning."

"Oh, tearing one of my favorite dresses, you mean?"

"I'll buy you another one."

His hand closes around my breast and squeezes. It's then I realize the fact that I'm only in my underwear while he's still fully clothed. That should not make me feel hot, but it does. He unhooks my bra and flings it on the bed. He pinches and rolls my nipples with his skillful fingers and my head lolls back into the crook of his neck.

"W-what did you want to show me?"

"I wanted to show you that these tits are mine." He squeezes them together to emphasize his point.

He slips his hand into my panties and continues, "This pussy is mine."

He removes his hand all too soon and places his entire hand a little above my left breast.

"This is mine." He whispers in my ear and that causes the said organ under his hand to beat faster.

"I don't believe you Tony. You say this now and by tomorrow, I'll be a stranger to you. It's whiplash with you."

"No, you're wrong. You'll always be mine."

"Since when?"

"Since the first time I've laid my eyes on you."

"But I'm married to Sebastian."

"On paper only."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"I'm the one who asked for your hand Sunshine. Not him. I'm the one who welcomed you into my house. Not him. I'm the only one who can fuck you. Not him, not anyone else."

His words make both my heart and core clench.

He motions for me to lift my hips and I do just that, so he slides my panties down my legs. Now, I'm completely naked. I look back at him and see he's perfect, not a single strand out of place, not a single button of his shirt undone.

I grab the back of his neck and plunder his mouth with my tongue, gripping and pulling his hair in the process. When I pull away, I can't hide my laugh when I see his hair sticking in every which direction. He doesn't narrow his eyes or reprimand me, he gives me a soft smile that I've never seen before and it robs the breath from my lungs.

He averts his gaze and focuses between my legs. I try to close them, but he tsks and puts his hand under one of my knees and places it on the armrest of the chair.

His fingers run through my slit and he holds them up for me to see.

"Fucking soaked."

He places the same fingers in his mouth and places them back on my pussy. He slides his fingers up and down and finally plunges two of them inside me, making me yelp and him hiss.

He moves them in and out of me, massaging a magical spot inside me in the process. My moans become louder when his thumb starts flicking my clit. I come with a scream, but he doesn't stop massaging my G-spot and flicking my clit. I come once, twice, and on the verge of the third, I plead with him to stop.

"Fuck baby, rub that wet pussy all over Daddy's cock."

With his filthy words in my ear and the sight of his soaked pants, I come a third time and pass out.