Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+)

Yours To Ruin, Daddy 

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 Chapter 01 

 Gina's POV 

 A pleasurable sigh leaked softly out of my lips, his gaze trapping me still under his fervent dominance. Our skin dampened with passion, rubbing on each other while his face nestled at my neck to feather soft wet kisses over the layer of my skin. 

I thrust myself forward, a slave to his touches as it peaked all over my body, burning hot and cold in a blurred parallel. 

I wanted more of him, I crave him all over, I desire him more than I should. It was too much, I needed him every day, missed him every second, and he was the shadow that plagued my thought every minutes. My soul yearned for every inch of him. 

He owned my thoughts, operated deep inside my mind, the numb in my head. He meant something words cannot quite convey. 

My core clenched, yearning for his sensual grasp as his finger trailed softly on my skin. 

"Gina, you're not eating your food!" A voice jerked into the silence. 

It was my father's, abruptly snapping me out of my fantasy. My eyes slowly trailed off his best friend that sat beside him across the table, cussing inwardly at my dad for his sudden interjection. 

"Ah yes, dinner!" I glanced down at the bowl containing my meal, stabbing softly at the poor meatballs with my cutlery as I have grown out of the appetite for it consumption. 

My gaze lifted, peering back to where it once lay before. On the sinful sight of my father's best friend. 

Even in the most casual fit, he managed to look the most tempting. Was it his physical appearance? Or just his overall presence. He was what my head had dimmed a simple perfection. 

"Gina, is there something on Frank's face?" The familiar voice of my father once again interrupted. 

And so I pushed out of my seat before I'd let my father whisk at the idea that his daughter was infatuated with his best friend. 

It's just so hard to control myself around him, he's too hot. From the thick, dark and stylishly messy hair, to those strong jawlines, prominent cheekbones, and his slightly weathered complexion. 

He also has a stubble, well trimmed, neatly groomed, and perfectly imperfect. Gosh this man was a fucking sight to behold. 

I've wanted to fuck him ever the since the first time I laid my eyes on him. It wasn't my fault, I blame him for looking as good as he looks.

"Gina," the man's baritone sounded like a rumble, one that instantly shot sparks at my body. "Are you okay?" 

My eyes snapped close, and my inner muscles clenched for control. I couldn't afford to falter a reaction while my dad is present. 

Yet my core draped, and I could only nod my head positively unable to give a verbal response. I squeezed my thigh together as I struggled out of the scene and ran up to