Page 34 of The Daddy’s Girl

He winces as if the memory of it all causes him agony. “I have to go.”

Matis sweeps toward the door, causing a tender ache in my chest from him pulling away from me like there’s a string connecting us. But just before he disappears out of the room, he turns back in a rush.

Coming at me so fast I don’t have a chance to react, he pulls me into his arms and hugs me tight to his chest. My arms wrap around him desperately, clutching at the fabric of his shirt and squeezing him so tight I can hardly breathe.

I hug him back just in case it’s the last one I get.

He doesn’t say a word, but maybe this embrace is enough to convey what he’s unable to speak. That he’s sorry. That he wishes this hadn’t happened.

Maybe even that he loves me.

Pulling away, he stares into my eyes. The world stops turning, and I wonder for a moment if he’s about to kiss me.

I’d give anything for it.

“You always were trouble,” he murmurs.

Then, just like that, he lets me go and walks away. The door closes once he’s gone, and I’m left standing alone with nothing but memories and the echoes of his arms around me.

And it’s all I’m going to get.

Rule #10: When lusting after your friend’s daughter, it’s best to keep your distance.

Matis

My sleep is restless and sporadic. Every time I close my eyes, I hear myself.

Come for me, Amelia.

With each pass of that phrase through my mind, I let out an anguished groan and bury my face in my pillow. Merde…what am I doing?

Amelia?

My sweet, young Amelia.

So innocent. So pure. I entangled her in one of my perversions, and the poor thing had to witness it!

The look on her face afterward, the doe-eyed naivety. She didn’t know how to react to what I had done. Why was she in there? Why did she watch?

She could have come out at any moment and stopped the entire thing. If it truly was a mistake, she could have put an end to it, but she didn’t.

She watched.

Lying flat on my stomach against the mattress, my cock—still unsatisfied from that moment in the room—throbs from the thought alone of what Amelia could have seen.

I should be glad I said the wrong name, because at least it put an abrupt end to my rendezvous with Laura. It could have been so much worse.

Although I really didn’t want to, I know I would have fucked her. Just to try and get Amelia out of my system. Just to prove to myself that I’m not broken.

And yet here I am, feeling more fragmented than ever.

Hugging a pillow tight to my chest, I grind my cock against the mattress again. It throbs, in need of relief.

Reaching down, I wrap my hand around the rigid length and thrust into my fist. It’s painful and dry but at least it’s friction and pressure. Pain is what I deserve, honestly.

My mind races, searching for something to get the job done quickly.

Laura’s pussy against my fingers, wet and warm.