Antonio gets suspcious of his slender daughter's shenanigans

Family Dinner: A Father's Growing Desire

The Unsettling Glow

The dining room was bathed in the warm, golden light of the chandelier overhead, casting flickering shadows across the polished mahogany table. Antonio sat at the head, his fingers drumming absently against the stem of his wine glass as he surveyed his family.

"There is nothing wrong..."

Maria, ever the perfect hostess, was laughing at something Stefano had said, her fingers brushing against his forearm as she reached for the salt. But it was Miranda who caught Antonio’s attention.

"Everything is perfect, right?"

His daughter had always been beautiful—pale skin like porcelain, raven hair that cascaded down her back in silken waves—but tonight, she was radiant. The Italian beauty's soft contralto broke her father's reverie,

"Dad, are you alright? You have been staring..."

He immediately snapped out of it, mumbling something about security work at the Egyptian Museum before sipping some more wine. Maria, his voluptuous wife, the woman he had been cheating on for years shot him a strange look

The glass was empty.

"Let me fill your cup... Honey."

Her smoky contralto broke the awkward silence, Maria had been quite distant as of late, but the middle-aged man felt too guilty to confront her. Every day his dick was deep inside those hot Swedish blondes coming to visit Torino's historical sites... Yeah, at this point he had become a living exhibit.

No, what really caught his attention was Miranda.

There was a flush to her cheeks that hadn’t been there before, a spark in pale vixen's grey eyes that made them gleam like thunder in a storm. Her luscious red lips, usually pressed into a demure line, were slightly swollen, as if she’d been biting them all day. The cheating husband felt his boner's strain against the tight jeans,

"Damn, she is your daughter for fuck's sake, get a grip!"

Maria was busy gossiping about her last yoga session with some female friends, Miranda's giggles, the young woman's laugh...

When she laughed—God, why was he overthinking every little detail—it was throatier, richer, like she knew a secret no one else did. The middle-aged man couldn't help but muse to himself,

"Antonio... Old bastard maybe you really need a vacation, this is not the interrogation room back at the museum."

Antonio’s grip tightened around his fork. The sinful father's deep baritone had a probing edge to it,

"You seem happy tonight, piccola," he remarked, his voice carefully neutral.

Miranda’s gaze flicked to him, her red lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. "Oh, do I?"

"Mmm." Antonio took a sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving hers. "Almost like you’ve been… well-loved."

The air between them crackled.

"F-Fuck!! I mean, excuse me..."

Across the table, Stefano, tonight's guest choked on his risotto.

The Dangerous Game

Maria, oblivious, dabbed at Stefano’s mouth with her napkin, the mature woman's lithe fingers lingering just a second too long. "Careful, caro," she murmured, her erotic smoky contralto dripping with false concern.

"You wouldn’t want to **** on some fat sticky cheese."

Miranda’s breath hitched. The raven-haired beauty's eye widened at how her mom was openly teasing Stefano.

"What the fuck..."

Antonio’s jaw clenched.

"N-No," he said slowly, his gaze locked on his daughter. "We wouldn’t."

Miranda’s fingers trailed along the edge of her wine glass, the young woman's nails—painted a deep, sinful red—tapping against the crystal. "Maybe he just needs something sweet and creamy to... Wash it down," she mused, her soft contralto a velvet blade.

Stefano’s knuckles whitened around his fork.

Maria, clueless of her daughter's innuendos, smiled. "Such a thoughtful girl. I did make some whipped cream for dessert."

Antonio’s nostrils flared.

Thoughtful?

No.

His daughter was playing with fire.

And he was starting to think she liked the burn.

The Silent Confrontation

Dessert was a 'torta al cioccolato', rich and decadent, the dark chocolate melting on Antonio’s tongue like sin.

"Nice..."

Thankfully, Maria had that 'cream' to help break the heavy taste.

Miranda took a bite, her luscious red lips wrapping around the fork with deliberate slowness, the pale vixen's tongue darting out to catch a stray crumb.

Antonio’s cock twitched.

Fuck.

He wasn’t supposed to notice that.

But he did.

And worse—she knew he did.

"More wine, daddy?" Miranda asked, the young woman's voice sweet as poisoned honey as she reached for the bottle.

Antonio’s fingers closed around her wrist before she could pour, his grip tight, his thumb pressing into her pulse point.

"N-No," he said, his voice low, dangerous. "I think I’ve had enough."

Miranda’s pulse raced beneath his touch.

"Pity," she murmured, her eyes glinting. "We were just getting started."

Antonio released her.

"We’ll see."

The Stolen Moment

Later, when Maria had dragged Stefano into the kitchen to help with the 'dishes', Antonio cornered Miranda in the hallway, the security guard's towering frame caging her against the wall.

"What are you doing, young lady?" he demanded, his deep baritone a growl only reserved for the troublemakers back at work.

Miranda tilted her head, the slender minx didn't even flinch, his daughter's red lips curving. "I don’t know what you mean... Dad."

"Bullshit." Antonio’s hand slammed against the wall beside her head. "You’re taunting me."

Miranda’s breath hitched, her wide hips pressing forward, just enough for him to feel the heat of her through his slacks.

"Maybe I like taunting you," she whispered.

Antonio’s control snapped.

"W-Wait, what the fuck are you... Hmmph!!"

His hand fisted in her hair, yanking the raven-haired beauty head back, the middle-aged father's mouth crashing against hers in a bruising kiss.

Miranda moaned, her lithe fingers clawing with **** need at his chest, his daughter's body melting against his—

"Antonio?"

Maria’s voice, from the kitchen.

Close.

Too close.

Antonio wrenched himself away, his breath ragged, his cock throbbing.

Miranda smirked.

"You finally manned up?" she taunted.

The sinful father's cock twitched in his boxers, a sticky sensation pooling as his precum dribbled down.

"L-Later... I'll discipline you more thoroughly."

He was dancing in the palm of her hand.

Antonio didn't know what was coming...