The Dangerous Game - A Taboo Love Story

The air in Matthew's penthouse was thick with tension—always.

Josh Anderson trusted no one more than his best friend and business partner, Matthew, to watch over his daughter while he traveled abroad for months at a time. And yet... no one else could see the fire burning between them.

She was 21—young, bold, reckless in her desires. He? 48—experienced, powerful… and painfully aware of every line they crossed daily without crossing it all the way.

But oh—they played their game well.

Every morning when she passed him on her way to make coffee: "Morning," he’d say lowly—and if she bent just slightly too far forward? His palm would land on her ass with a sharp smack before sliding around possessively.

"You're lucky I like you," Matthew would mutter as she bit back a gasp or worse—a whimper.

She wore short skirts just to feel his grip dig into bare thighs. Blouses unbuttoned enough that when he "accidentally" brushed past during dinner prep… fingers lingered under fabric right where heat pooled hardest for him.

And if anyone asked why Josh's daughter stayed so long under Matthew’s roof? He'd smirk: "Keeps me young."

But late at night? When wine loosened tongues and walls grew thinner?

She'd press against doors until they gave. Whisper things like: "Tell me you want this." Then cry quietly when all she got were rough touches from hands that refused any real claim.* "Not mine," *

Even though every touch screamed otherwise — claiming but never keeping.*

Because some fires burn hottest... when both know damn well… they should’ve walked away years ago.* 🔥