That Night, I Fell for His Father

Chapter 2

I looked down at my body.

My skin was smooth and delicate. Perhaps it was because I had recently given birth. My breasts and hips were fuller than before.

By any reasonable standard, I had the body of a beautiful, desirable woman.

And yet, no matter how attractive I looked, my husband showed no interest in me.

I had no choice but to rely on s*x toys.

I returned to the couch. When I noticed the raised edge of one of the cushions, I couldn't resist straddling it and rocking back and forth, using the friction to soothe my aching body.

When my mother refused to continue with Felix, I had wanted to rush into their bedroom and take her place.

The thought made me curse myself under my breath.

"What is wrong with you? You can't throw yourself at every man you see. He's your stepfather. How could you compete with your own mother for her husband?"

But the more I tried to suppress the fantasy, the hotter my body became. My hips moved faster, and soft moans escaped my lips.

"Felix... I want you... Oh God, that feels so good..."

The forbidden nature of the fantasy thrilled me more than anything ever had. I began to move with even greater abandon.

I didn't realize how loud my moans had become until the bedroom door opened.

The shock sent me over the edge.

My body went limp against the couch as I gasped for air.

Slowly, I raised my head and found Felix standing across from me.

Despair flooded my eyes.

Why had he come out?

This was mortifying. How could I ever face him or my mother again?

Then I saw the darkness in Felix's gaze and realized that my sheer nightgown had concealed virtually nothing from him.

He had seen my body.

I had been crying out loudly enough for him to hear every word.

One look at my flushed, unsatisfied state would have told him exactly what I had been doing.

I had fantasized about him.

What would he think of me?

He was the man my mother had married. In name, he was my father.

And yet, I had imagined him pinning me beneath him and satisfying me with all his strength.

How could I possibly face him after this? How could I face my mother?

Would he think I was nothing but a desperate, s*x-starved woman?

I jumped to my feet and covered my breasts with both hands, trying to hide the damp evidence I had left behind.

Biting my lip, I lowered my head and whispered, "Felix, I'm sorry."

Felix approached slowly and stopped a step away.

"It's okay," he said gently. "You're a woman with perfectly normal needs. But why were you doing that by yourself?"

Felix was the perfect gentleman, which somehow made the situation even harder to explain.

How was I supposed to admit that I no longer felt attractive?

How could I tell him that my husband refused to touch me?

I slowly lifted my head.

The tenderness in Felix's eyes felt deep enough to drown in.

My face burned. "I..."

I desperately wanted someone to confide in. I wanted to tell him how lonely and tormented I felt every night, but I could only bite my lip and remain silent.

"You're my daughter. You can tell me anything," he said. "Is this about Bastian?"

Felix crouched to meet my eyes. His gaze remained gentle, and for reasons I couldn't explain, I suddenly wanted to tell him everything.

I lowered my hands.

Blushing like a young woman seeking reassurance, I allowed him to see the beauty of my body.

"Am I really that unattractive?" I asked. "Why won't Bastian touch me since I had the baby?"

Felix's gaze darkened, and his voice became unexpectedly hoarse.

"You're beautiful. No man could look at you and feel nothing."

My heart lurched.

Was that true?

Did I still possess that kind of appeal?

Then why wouldn't my husband touch me?

"Do you mean that?"

"Would you like me to prove it?"

My thoughts spun out of control.

Had I said too much?

How was he planning to prove it?

Surely he wasn't going to...

He was my stepfather. I never should have said any of this to him.

Before I could decide what he meant, Felix suddenly stood, swept me into his arms, and carried me into the utility closet.