Taboo Sessions With My Dad’s Therapist
by Yan Stellar
🔥 A speculative romance with an age gap theme you will love…
- Genre
- Steamy
- Chapters
- 30
- Status
- Completed
- Reads
- 364
18+Review by Julia ·
In the sun-soaked villas of Genoa, billionaire heiress Isabella Moretti has lived her life as the perfect daughter. She is the obedient daughter who never disobeys, but beneath her pristine exterior lies a desire to do something wild.
Dr. Luca Ferraro, her father’s former therapist and twice her age, offers to coach her through her post-graduate uncertainty. Bellas believes it will be harmless, but soon discovers there is hot tension in the air.
It does not take long for Luca to become her awakening and her undoing. She is now torn between the sweet boy who has always loved Bella, who works in the garden, and Luca, who finally sees her. She must face the truth. Every session makes her go deeper with Luca, and every touch makes her go weak at her knees.
One reckless choice could expose both of them.
Themes Discussed in Taboo Sessions With My Dad’s Therapist
😍 Power dynamics and forbidden desire
⚖️ Moral conflict and consequences
🍓 Sexual awakening and coming of age
🧠 Psychological intimacy
Reasons to Read Taboo Sessions With My Dad’s Therapist
🔥 Sexual confessions
👴🏻 Slow-burning age gap romance
🌶️ Steamy romance for adult readers
Meet The Main Characters
💃🏻 Isabella Moretti
A beautiful 22-year-old heiress who has lots of questions in life. She also has a heart full of desire and hunger. She soon realises that her perfect life has prevented her from truly living. She is torn between innocence and curiosity.
👴🏻 Dr. Luca Ferraro
A forty-three-year-old therapist who awakens everything in Isabella. Bella sees a lot of herself in Luca, and their desires start to get stronger through the sessions they share.
💋Take time to read this romance since it uncovers hot topics: love triangle, age-gap relationship, and the billionaire’s world.
Taboo Sessions With My Dad’s Therapist synopsis
On the sunlit terraces above Genoa, billionaire heiress Isabella Moretti has always lived under glass—good daughter, untouched heart, one almost-kiss from the gardeners’ son who’s been hers since childhood. Then Rome happens: Dr. Luca Ferraro, her father’s once-trusted therapist—twice Bella’s age, dangerously magnetic—offers “private coaching” that feels like destiny. Mentoring turns intimate, letters turn hot, and boundaries blur.
Back home, forced proximity tightens its grip: the professor becomes a frequent guest, the estate a maze of stolen glances and locked doors, and Bella’s world shrinks to secret sessions she can’t name and a first love she can’t forget. Between the safe boy who waits in the vines and the man who knows exactly how to get under her skin, Bella is one heartbeat away from the choice that will change everything.
Read Taboo Sessions With My Dad’s Therapist – chapter 1
I was leaning on my bedroom windowsill, “checking the weather,” which is Bella-speak for staring at Matteo like a total idiot. The vines ran in neat green lines to the hill, glittering in the late light. Matteo was down there in his work shirt, sleeves rolled, hair tied back; when he pushed it away, his profile went sharp and—boom—my stomach flipped.
He glanced up and caught me. I turned into a tomato. He grinned and waved, the kind that says, I know you. I bolted. By the time I reached the stone path, my pulse had mostly returned to “human.”
“You’re blushing,” was his comment.
“The sun is bright.”
“It’s evening, Bella.”
I nudged his shoulder. “What are you doing, professor of dirt?”
“Pruning.” He lifted a cane. “Too many buds, you get leaves showing off and grapes that forget to taste like anything. Two buds, happy clusters.” He touched a tiny curl. “Tendril. It hooks when the vine’s aiming for support. Plants tell you what they want if you stop trying to be the boss.”
“You’re very bossy for someone who listens to vines.”
He broke off a sprig and handed it to me. “For luck.”
I twirled it. “For courage.”
“That too,” he murmured, falling into step toward the fig tree. He smelled like sun and crushed leaves; if I could bottle it, I’d retire.
“You’ll need both in Rome,” he added.
“If Papa lets me,” I said, not casual at all. “He hasn’t answered.”
“He will,” Matteo said, in that listening-first way. “It’s your dream. Remember when you said you’d leave me stuck here forever?”
“I was twelve. I also wore neon leggings. My judgment was… developing.”
“You’d run down this path,” he said, “and I’d threaten to push you in the fountain.”
“Effective pedagogy.”
“Race you!”
Tropes
- CEO
- Love Triangle
- Age Gap
- Speculative
- Urban
- Forced Proximity
- Virgin girl
- Billionaire