Daddy's Girl [ Erotica Forbidden Romance]

Amelia's POV:

My mom smiled as she collected the lawnmower from my step-uncle, who had just moved into the other room directly opposite my bedroom for the summer vacation with his wife. "Will you and your wife join us for dinner tonight?" she asked him, her voice bright and friendly.

  The moment the words left her mouth, my pulse slammed against my ribs. Hearing my mom invite, my stepuncle set my heart, beating wildly in my chest. 

  I couldn't bear to look at my step-uncle right in the eye for fear of what he might notice. Not like I don't want him to see it, I just don't have the courage to show him yet.

  I don't have the courage for him to see the lustful, hungry, and raw expression of how much I have been wanting him.

  Mr Chase. Uncle Chase, as I usually call him.

  My father's adopted brother.

  A married man.

  Twenty years older than me.

  Completely off limits.

  And the only man who's ever made my body feel like it was waking up from a lifetime of sleep.

  His gaze flicked briefly in my direction before he answered, deep and warm. "Yeah. Ellie and I would love to."

  God.

  His voice slid over my skin like heat, and my thighs pressed together on instinct. My pussy throbbed just from the sound of it. If his voice alone could do that to me, I couldn't imagine what his mouth or his hands would feel like on my body.

  God. It feels so wrong to feel this way towards Mr chase, a married man. He's related to my father even though adopted, and they both grew up together. nevertheles, he is family. It feels terribly forbidden, and an absolute taboo to lustfuly desire a married man.

  I looked anywhere but at him, terrified my face would give away the things I imagined in the dark. The things I'd wanted from him since sixteen and recently turned nineteen last month-raw, hunger, and shamefully forbidden things.

  "See you both at eight," my mom said.

  I walked straight to my room, heart racing and nerves burning. Two hours. Two hours until I had to sit across from the one man I shouldn't want, yet couldn't stop craving for him.

  I'm feeling nervous, excited, and a mixture of every other emotion I can't describe. The moment i had set my eyes on him again three years ago when he came into the country, I felt something shift in the air. He had just returned from military service, and he looked like he'd stepped out of a fantasy written just for me: rugged, broad-shouldered, carved by discipline, and hard work. His presence alone felt dangerous. His smile? Lethal.

  He had those dark, penetrating eyes that made you feel seen and undressed. That strong, masculine jaw. Those big hands. That deep, velvety voice made my knees wobble.

  And the worst part?

  He was kind. Gentle. Soft-spoken when he needed to be.

  A good man.