Xenia p.o.v.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, eyes glued on my helpless unclad state and his hand still over his hard-clothed c**k, just there, doing nothing, as if he was debating with himself inside his mind. His big body was just in front of the fireplace, giving me the full view of his breathless chest, rising and falling swiftly, the silver cross loosely hanging around his neck and his wrist, his sharp intense face with a tightly clenched jaw just stared at me, eyes hungrily watching me and f**k that lust, he had never seen me like that as if he will rip my cloth apart...and then, the realization hit me.
Was father trying to control himself, because of what had happened to me? And honestly, he was doing the right thing, after that night I shouldn't want this, I shouldn't like the
