BOOK 3: Chapter 24: The Son’s Ultimatum

BOOK 3: Chapter 24: The Son’s Ultimatum

Adrian doesn’t stop until she is completely undone—until she’s trembling, panting, wrecked, begging him for more like it’s the only thing that can keep her sane. He teases her mercilessly, bringing her to the brink again and again, forcing climax after climax from her until she’s lost count. Her body is soaked, shaking. He doesn’t let up until she’s collapsed against the bed in a daze, her thighs twitching, her breath ragged.

Then, finally, he slows. He trails his fingers gently over her oversensitive folds, smearing the evidence of her release before leaning down, spitting against her pussy with a devilish grin, and dragging two fingers slowly through the wet mess, swirling lazy circles that make her twitch and gasp.

She whimpers and tries to catch her breath.

“Oh my good Lord,” she whispers, barely able to form the words. “You’re just going to fucking kill me.”

Adrian laughs low in his throat, crawling up between her legs, lifting her as though she weighs nothing. She gasps as he brings her into his lap, straddling him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He kisses her neck, slow and hungry, then nips at her collarbone before pressing his lips to hers.

Their kiss is deep, sensual, unhurried. Her arms wind tightly around his neck as if letting go might send her falling into some endless abyss. She kisses him like he’s air, her lips teasing his, tongues tangled, breath shared.

“Oh God… this is so wrong,” she whispers against his lips, shuddering at the sheer intimacy of the moment. But Goddess, she can’t stop. She doesn’t want to. Her mouth crushes against his again, more desperate this time, her heart pounding.

His hand moves behind her, squeezing and massaging her ass while the other trails up between their bodies, sliding under the thin strap of her gown. He pulls it down and cups her breast, massaging it slowly, thumbing her nipple until it peaks.

He chuckles against her mouth, then lowers his lips to her chest. He kisses her breasts, flicks her nipples with his tongue, then sucks gently—just enough to make her squirm. His eyes never leave her face. He drinks in every twitch, every moan.

Still holding her tight in his lap, he pulls his face back up to hers.

“God, you’re driving me so fucking crazy,” he murmurs, brushing a few strands of hair from her damp forehead. “I can’t imagine my world without you.”

Her lashes flutter. She stares at him, blinking rapidly.

“Don’t you feel guilty?” she breathes, voice barely above a whisper. “For all of this? I mean… I’m your father’s wife. Don’t you get that?”

Adrian stares back at her, unwavering. “No. I don’t.”

She recoils slightly, confused.

He leans closer. “When I want something—really want it—I don’t give a fuck about the obstacles. I don’t stop until I get it. You should know that by now.”

Her breath stutters.

“And right now?” he murmurs. “I have you. All of you. You can’t deny that.”

She blushes fiercely, turning her face away. “God… you’re insane.”

“I have a request,” he says suddenly, and her gaze snaps back to his.

“What is it?”

“I want you to leave your husband. For me.”

Her heart skips. Her breath catches.

“I can’t take it anymore, Amanda. Watching you walk around the house like nothing’s wrong, lying in bed with him, pretending…” His voice breaks. “It’s driving me insane. I want you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

Her mind spins. The words don’t fully compute at first.

“This is insane,” she whispers. “Completely insane. Do you even hear yourself? Do you have any idea what you’re asking of me?”

Adrian lets out a small laugh, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek.

“Yeah. I know. Sometimes I say shit that makes me sound like a psycho. Maybe I am. But it’s the truth. It’s what my heart wants. And I don’t plan to let that go.”

She stares at him, mouth slightly open, disbelief flickering across her face. He just smiles wider, his thumb circling her nipple again.

“And believe me,” he murmurs, lowering his hand, “I’m going to make it very hard for you to walk away.”

He continues teasing her breast, his eyes dark and steady. She exhales shakily, her skin crawling with heat.

“You are so stupid,” she mutters, but there’s no real anger in her voice.

He bursts into laughter. “Yeah. Stupidly crazy for you.”

She pulls back, sliding off his lap. He watches her closely, eyes gleaming with anticipation as she kneels down in front of him. She gazes at his cock, thick and hard, veins pulsing with desire. Her fingers wrap slowly around his shaft, stroking him with deliberate slowness.

He lets out a low groan, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

Then she looks up at him through her lashes, lips parted, and leans forward.

She kisses the tip of his cock, then slides him into her mouth, inch by inch. He gasps.

“Oh my God…”

His hands fly to her hair, gripping it tight as she begins to suck—first teasing, then deeper, harder, more intense. Her lips slide down the length of him, swallowing him whole until he hits the back of her throat. She gags but doesn’t stop, her throat tightening around him.

“Fuck… that mouth…” he moans, tilting his head back.

She starts moving faster, her wet lips sliding back and forth over his cock with slick, obscene sounds. Spit and precum mix as she devours him, and his grip in her hair tightens.

“Oh shit… so fucking sexy…” he groans, thrusting his hips up into her mouth.

He begins to fuck her throat.

Hard.

His cock slams deeper each time, choking her, stretching her lips. She doesn’t stop. She wants this. Wants to feel the ache. Wants to give him everything.

The wet, slurping noises fill the room. She moans around him, vibrating his shaft as her hands grip his thighs.

And as he continues to thrust into her mouth, Amanda finds her mind splintering with the weight of two impossible choices.

Stay with Gregory, her safe but distant husband, live the quiet life she promised herself long ago, endure the lack of fire, of touch, of heat—

—or burn.

Burn with this. With Adrian. With every filthy, aching, maddening thing he makes her feel. With every time he chokes her on his cock and makes her want it more.

The thought spins through her head like a fever dream as he fucks her throat with deep, relentless thrusts.

And still… she doesn’t stop him.