Chapter 1: Temptation in 2077
The neon glow of New Angeles pulsed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jax Morrigan’s penthouse, casting a cybernetic sheen over the sleek, modern interior. It was 2077, a world where boundaries had been rewritten, and the Incest Legalization Act had turned taboo into temptation. Jax, a ruggedly handsome 42-year-old with salt-and-pepper hair and a jawline that could cut glass, sat on his leather couch, nursing a whiskey. Divorced and jaded, he’d thrown himself into raising his two daughters, Jasmine and her twin sister, Lila. But raising them had become... complicated.
Jasmine, 19 and unapologetically fierce, strutted into the room, her curves barely contained by a skintight black bodysuit that hugged her big tits and round ass like a second skin. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her piercing green eyes locked onto Jax with a predatory glint. She knew the power she wielded, and she wasn’t shy about using it.
“Dad, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or is that just the whiskey talking?” Jasmine teased, her voice dripping with mischief as she leaned against the bar counter, her hips cocked to one side.
Jax smirked, taking a slow sip, his eyes lingering on her form before snapping back to her face. “Careful, Jazz. You’re playing a dangerous game with that attitude. I’m still your father, not some random guy at a club.”
She laughed, a throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Oh, come on, Daddy. You know the rules have changed. I’m not a little girl anymore, and I’m definitely not blind. I see the way you look at me. Like you’re starving, and I’m the only meal in sight.”
Jax’s grip tightened on his glass, his jaw clenching. “You’ve got a mouth on you, kid. Keep talking like that, and you might get yourself in trouble.”
Jasmine sauntered closer, her hips swaying with every step, until she was standing right in front of him. She leaned down, her cleavage inches from his face, and whispered, “Trouble’s my middle name. Question is, are you man enough to handle it?”
His breath hitched, the air between them crackling with tension. He could smell her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something darker, more primal. “You’re pushing buttons you don’t even understand, Jazz,” he growled, his voice low and rough.
“Oh, I understand plenty,” she shot back, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “I understand that I’m horny as hell, and I’ve been wet for you since I walked in here. So, what’s it gonna be, Dad? You gonna keep pretending, or are you gonna do something about it?”
Jax’s control snapped like a taut wire. He surged to his feet, towering over her, his eyes dark with raw desire. “You want to play grown-up games? Fine. But don’t cry when you can’t handle the heat.”
Jasmine didn’t flinch. Instead, she grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. “Try me. I’m not some fragile doll. I want it hard, and I want it now.”
Their lips crashed together in a hungry, forbidden kiss, all teeth and tongue, as hands roamed with desperate need. Jax’s fingers dug into her hips, pulling her against him, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric. She moaned into his mouth, her nails raking down his back, and he could feel himself getting hard, his cock straining against his jeans as her pussy pressed against him, already dripping with anticipation. They were sweating, panting, the room spinning with the intensity of their lust, and they hadn’t even started yet.
To be continued...
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