An affair with my husband's son
I never planned on getting married to anybody. The plan was getting a good job at twenty, get my freedom, and go to college...not until I found myself in a wedding dress.
I was married to Mr Fernandez, instead of my sister. And now, I am falling for his son - hard.
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Chapter 6
She crawled onto my arm, her tongue seductively licked the lower lip, her eyes stuck on my abs.
"Do you really want to fuck me?" I purposely asked again.
"I already told you..you are...ahh..." She grinned her lower part on my torso, her breath hagged as she moaned silently against my ear. "You are so handsome." She completed her words, another moan accompanied with it.
"I have a girlfriend."
"I promise you it is just for..." She pulled my chin towards hers, her lips set at mine. "It's just for tonight. Nobody is going to know the evil we did tonight. It is just between the both of us." She wrapped her arms around my neck looking more real like the hot stripper I saw the last time at the club. "You wouldn't go on telling other people what we are going to do, right?"
I shook my head, "one more glass, my darling?"
Well, I thought I was the one who wanted to stop her, I guess my body wanted more of her insanity and her crazy grinding. "Do I?" She chuckled, swept away from my body and took the drink herself, drank it up at a go.
She went back to sit on my torso, her pink nipples standing erect at my face. "If you want it, you can have it." She muttered, referring to her pointed aroused nipples.
Gosh! My stepmother wants me to fuck her.
And behold, I didn't hesitate to take off her top.
Wow! Even Becca isn't as full as she is.
She is fucking hot.
I wrapped my hands around her breasts, pulled the nipples playfully.
She released a moan and a chuckle, her hands also reaching out for the buttons of my shirt.
I replaced my right hand with my lips, sucked the beautiful peaches staring right at me.
Fuck this! Is she a virgin? She had no milk coming from it, and she kept shaking.
I saw my shirt swing off my body. Geez! She succeeded in taking off my shirt.
"Do you really want to fuck me, step mother?"
"Yes, I want to. So badly. Please make me scream."
"But you are a virgin."
"You talk too much." She pushed me, catching me off guard.
I laid on the bed, a grin appeared on her face and she looked at me lustfully. Her huge boobs were staring at me, begging me for a squeeze. And as a bad boy I was, I wrapped my hands around her breasts and massaged it.
She took my hands off, pushed her body towards my abs and started licking it.
Gosh, Becca doesn't know how to do this!
"Who is Becca?" She heard that?
"My girlfriend."
"Forget about her and concentrate on me instead."
"Okay."
She went for my belt and pulled it off at once. She rubbed her hand around my bulge, supposed to see how aroused I am.
Gosh, she is such an amateur in this. I turned her around like a little child and pulled her hand behind her head, capturing her between my legs.
I licked her pink nipples again, pulled her pants off, then her panties.
I didn't hesitate to take off my trousers too. I just want to get this done once and for all.
"Wait!" She suddenly stopped me. I raised my brows and looked at her, wondering why she asked me to wait, knowing she was the one who wanted this the most. "I am a virgin."
"I know."
"I heard th...the first time is pain..." I didn't allow her to complete her sentence when I pushed my dick inside her.
She screamed in pain and quickly, I pulled myself out of her.
I have never fucked a virgin before. Infact, Becca was never a virgin when I first saw her in the industry. "Sorry." I couldn't help but apologize.
"Please go on."
This time I didn't thrust into her, Instead, I pushed my middle finger into her and teased her.
"Argh!" She moaned, pulled her hand away from the back of her head, grabbed the shits instead. "please."
I went faster, made sure she was already wet. I pushed another finger inside her. "Arghh, Adrian!" She screamed in pleasure.
She pulled her head up, pulled my face towards her lips and kissed me.
I responded to her kiss, still continuing on what I was doing to her body.
When I saw she was already jerking, I pulled my hand away and pushed my length inside her.
She yelled again in pain, but I didn't pull out this time.
I continued thrusting into her whole, until I went in full. The white sheet is stained, but that didn't stop me from fucking her.
"Fuck!" She cursed. She is fucking tight and I loved it so much. I don't fucking want to stop.
I heard my phone ring, but I ignored it. Whoever it was, I would be calling him back tomorrow or perhaps after this. I don't care even if it is work.
I turned her over, and made her go on four.
I pushed into her from behind and again, she yelled but I couldn't stop.
"Please..."
"I know, but I cannot. Arghh!" I groaned, grabbed her boobs and continued thrusting into her mercilessly.
"Argh, Adrian. Please.."
"Oh fuck!" I was already releasing..
I roughly pulled out of her and spilled my seed on her back.
I turned her around, and pulled her face for her to look at me.
"I want to be yours Adrian. Can you just leave your girlfriend and love me instead."
"Fuck!" I scowled. "You tell me, you want to ruin our family lives, don't you?" I asked and she slowly shook her head.
"Your father wants to ruin my life instead. However, I am going to be rich under him, but unfortunately I want your dick, instead of his."
"Oh really?" I raised my brows in surprise. I grabbed her hair, pushed her down to my erected dick, and pushed my whole length into her mouth.
She gagged, but I didn't stop fucking her little pouty lips.
I pulled out, turned her around and thrust in again from behind mercilessly.
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9.0
I was a wolfless Omega, forced into a humiliating contract with Alpha Declan just to keep my mother's life support running.
Four years ago, he publicly rejected me as his Fated Mate, treating me like a shameful secret.
But one night, I unlocked his tablet and discovered the sickening truth.
He already had a "Chosen Mate," Karly, and a secret daughter named Ava.
While I was fed gray nutrient paste like a stray dog, he was parading them around as his perfect family.
He even moved them into the master suite and tossed out the last wooden toy belonging to my dead son.
Worse, I found out my own stepbrother was Karly's spy, helping them keep me in the dark.
The week I was hemorrhaging in the hospital, terrified of losing my baby, Declan wasn't fighting a border war. He was buying Karly diamonds in Paris.
The week my mother suffered a massive stroke, he abandoned her to take his secret daughter skiing.
I was entirely alone, a convenient shield for his lies.
But the absolute betrayal burned away my lingering grief, leaving behind a freezing, unbreakable clarity.
I didn't just want a divorce anymore; I wanted to burn their entire world to ash.
So, I slipped a forged termination agreement into his stack of Pack contracts.
Blinded by his own arrogance, the Alpha signed my freedom without even looking.
Holding the legal key to my cage and a folder full of his treacherous secrets, I sped out of the manor and dialed an encrypted number.
"It's time. Unleash hell."
8.4
I saved a man bleeding out in the snow. He had no memory, so I called him Ben.
We lived in a cabin, fell in love, and married by firelight with no witnesses but the ghosts of my parents.
Then one day, he disappeared.
Two years later, he returned. Not as my husband, but as Bernard Logan, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family.
And he didn't remember me.
He brought his cruel new fiancée to my clinic and treated me like a stranger.
When she threw my father’s antique music box into a cactus display, he watched as I tore my hands apart trying to save it.
He called our past a "drug-induced hallucination" and threatened to destroy me if I spoke up.
Worst of all, I found out I was pregnant.
He cornered me in the hospital room, his eyes cold and devoid of the warmth I used to know.
"Is it mine?"
I knew if I said yes, he would turn my child into a killer like him. Or his fiancée would ensure we never survived.
So I looked the love of my life in the eye and lied.
"No," I said. "It's not yours."
I signed his NDA, took his hush money, and vanished to Europe to raise my twins alone.
I thought I was free. I found a good man who actually loved me.
But three years later, at an art gallery in Zurich, the crowd parted.
Bernard was standing there, staring at me with a terrifying hunger.
He had found out the truth.
And he was ready to burn the world down to get us back.
7.5
After her father's gambling debts put a target on her back, Elara Vance is sold at a private auction to the most feared man in the city: Julian Blackwood, the ruthless heir to a dark empire. But Julian doesn't want a maid or a lover-he wants a "pet." Stripped of her autonomy and forced into a gilded cage, Elara must survive Julian's cruel games and shifting moods. As a dark attraction ignites, she realizes she is a piece in a much deadlier game of revenge. To survive, she must play the pet-while secretly planning to bring the Young Master to his knees.
8.0
I spent ten years as the ward of Kason Oneal, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family. He saved me when I was a child, raised me, and made me believe I was his queen.
But the moment his ex-girlfriend, Dalia, returned, the illusion shattered.
Kason demanded I return the jade pendant—the one he had hand-carved for my sixteenth birthday—just so he could hang it around Dalia's neck. To him, I was suddenly nothing more than a placeholder who had kept his bed warm.
The cruelty didn't stop there. He stood by and watched as Dalia shredded my clothes with scissors, laughing at my tears.
When I collapsed on the floor in agony from acute appendicitis, Kason didn't call an ambulance. Instead, he dragged me to a shady clinic, accusing me of faking a pregnancy to trap him. He ordered the doctor to "terminate it" while I was dying of sepsis on the table.
He called me trash. He called me property. He stripped away every ounce of dignity I had left, all to please a woman who was lying to his face.
I realized then that the hero who saved me when I was ten was dead. I was done begging for scraps of affection from a monster.
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"Tell him yes," I whispered into the receiver. "I accept the arrangement. I will marry him."
Kason thought he could break me. Instead, he was about to watch his "property" become the Queen of the rival family.
9.4
Ashley gave Nicolas ten years of love and five years of loyalty as his perfect housewife, only to be repaid with betrayal, humiliation, and death at the hands of him and his mistress.
After being reborn, she vowed to make them pay.
She tore apart the mistress, kicked her useless husband aside, and returned as the heiress of a top-tier family.
Surrounded by billions, luxury, and a parade of elite bachelors, Ashley became the woman everyone wanted-including a cold, powerful tycoon.
When Nicolas came begging for forgiveness, she smiled coldly. "Fuck off! My man is worth a hundred of you."