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A seductive rebellion against everything my father values.
A stark contrast from the clean-cut politicians he surrounds himself with—passionate, unrestrained embodiments of danger and freedom, thriving in the chaos he tries so hard to control.
Sometimes, I wonder if beneath his stern exterior, my father secretly craves their wild, unbridled lives. Maybe he envies their ability to live so authentically and unapologetically, just as I do.
This wild path they tread mirrors the very friction between us, each of us yearning, in our own way, to break free from the chains of expectation. In their daring pursuit of freedom, I find an unexpected allure—a reflection of my own desires to break away and live unrestrained.
Immersed in the warmth of the bath and the wine, I let my thoughts drift to a forbidden fantasy with a tall, rugged man in jeans and leather. His eyes dark with desire.
As I sink slightly deeper into the water, I allow my thoughts to travel farther from the real world, gleefully aided by the wine. I allow myself to wonder what it would be like if I were to hook up with one of the Knights.
That would definitely get my father riled up.
I muse, a wicked smile playing on my lips.
My hand moves downward, imagining myself in the presence of a Steel Knight.
A fearsome tall, dark, handsome silver-fox.
His jeans grow tighter as he watches me undress.
His deep, brown eyes turn pitch black at the sight of my full, naked breasts.
My fingers reach between my legs, where I’m already slick with desire, and the dirty thoughts are only making my core burn even hotter.
I work my clit with slow, circular motions, and my eyes close as I let my bad boy take care of me. He kisses me hard. He’s hungry for more, so he bends me over.
I gasp, tension gathering, tightening …
I bring my other hand into the mix and drive two fingers inside, curling them with every retreat while I add more pressure to my clit. Almost there …
“Yes! Fuck me hard,” I whisper. I can almost see him towering over me, stretching me, pounding into me like a wild animal. He has claimed my innocence, my virginity, and now he’s conquering my womanhood, my body.
He slaps my ass. Hard.
I can almost feel him while I finger myself into a crushing, spine-tingling orgasm.
“Oh, yes!” I hiss as I let myself go, my pussy rippling in ecstasy underwater, the scent of mango filling my nostrils.
Slowly but surely, I breathe out, my heart still drumming as I come down from a delicious climax. Giggling, I give myself another moment to relax before I leave the fantasy. It was too nice, and I’d like to stay with it for a little while longer, with him, this dangerously hot stranger, on top of me.
Not wanting my skin to start pruning, I exhale sharply and open my eyes.
I freeze.
I’m not alone.
“What the…?” is all I can manage, my voice leaving my body as I stare at the man in my bathroom, my eyes wide as saucers while terror fills my veins with ice.
“I guess Daddy’s little Princess has a bit of a naughty side,” the man says, his voice low and raspy, akin to the feral growl of a lion that’s about to pounce and tear me to shreds.
I register all the details about him: black hair, black eyes, black stubble, jeans, black leather jacket, steel-toe boots.
He has a gun in his hand with the muzzle pointed straight at me.
“Who the hell are you?” I blurt out, about to scream.
“I wouldn’t scream if I were you,” he replies as if he’s read my mind.
