Burying His Desires (Taboo Erotica) by Ophelia Bell

Author:Ophelia Bell [Bell, Ophelia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Erotica
Goodreads: 23831068
Publisher: Animus Press
Published: 2014-11-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

The next morning I avoided the bathroom mirror. It was because I couldn’t bear to look myself in the eyes, though. Not because I knew I probably looked like hell after all the crying. Mom’s funeral was later that day, so I forced myself to at least look presentable, to honor her memory if nothing else.

And how far do you think fucking Dad goes toward honoring Mom’s memory, huh? I glared at myself as I smeared concealer beneath my eyelids to hide the worst of my guilt. Another voice tried to rationalize, telling me that we were only grieving and finding solace in each other’s arms. Mom had been such a big part of our lives. She was the star we both revolved around in our different ways, and without her gravitational pull keeping us moving, we simply crashed together. I just hoped we didn’t destroy each other in the process.

Flashbacks from the night before echoed through my mind as I dressed. My nipples hardened under the lace of my bra in memory of his touch, and my panties immediately felt a little moist, even though I’d just bathed and had dried off thoroughly. I slipped the black dress over my head and zipped myself up, but grimaced at myself in the mirror when I remembered it was one of Mom’s dresses that she’d let me borrow the year before to attend the funeral of an elderly aunt who had passed away. I had nothing else appropriate for a funeral, however, so he’d just have to deal with it.

But as I made my way down the stairs, I imagined my dad enraged enough to rip my clothes off again, and then bend me over and fuck me as punishment for daring to wear something of hers. By the time I reached the living room, my body was flushed with heat at the image, and my pussy was a hot little knot of desire between my legs.

I jumped in surprise when Dad appeared beside me, but he barely gave me the most cursory glance.

“You look lovely,” he said in a business-like tone, then leaned in to give me a swift peck on the cheek. “Ready to go?”

I nodded and stood mute as he helped me into my coat, then held the door for me. We remained silent in the elevator and I watched him surreptitiously in the mirrored wall. His face was blank except for the sadness in his eyes. Every so often he’d fidget with his wedding ring and his throat would work with a hard swallow. It might not have seemed like much to someone who didn’t know him like I did, but I’d never seen his emotions so close to the surface.

Well, except for the night before when he’d seemed like an entirely different person than my controlled, impeccably dressed stepfather. I wanted more of the lust-crazed, dirty talking man, but wasn’t sure how to draw that out of him again.

He was still impeccably dressed. His dark hair was combed perfectly, his strong jaw shaved just so.

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