BOOK 3: Chapter 40: Beneath the SkinShe chuckles nervously, shaking her head as she tries to rise from the bed.Greg doesn't give her the chance.He steps forward, blocking her path completely, his tall frame casting a heavy shadow over her. His jaw is clenched so tightly the tendons in his neck look like they're going to snap. His eyes—normally cool and composed—are wild with fury."What the hell is going on with you, Amanda?" His voice is low but laced with a dangerous kind of rage.She freezes. The heat drains from her skin as her heartbeat surges to her throat.Greg holds out a hand, as if trying to keep her caged in place. “Stay where you are,” he says, his tone sharp, strained. “And don’t even think about running away right now, because I swear to God, you’re just going to piss me off even more—and things are already bad enough.”Her legs go numb. She swallows thickly.Oh my God, she thinks, her lips trembling as she bites down on them hard. Her mouth opens—nothing comes out.“
BOOK 3: Chapter 39: The Scent of Something ElseThe testing panel and the thrilling time come later that evening, when she tries to clean up their bedroom. The sun has dipped far behind the skyline, and a drowsy warmth hangs in the room like the last breath of day. Gregory has already woken up, after what felt like an epic battle between his body and sleep — one he clearly lost. He'd been out for hours, knocked out cold.She helps him up, quietly, attentively, the way a loving, devoted wife is supposed to. She steadies him with her hands, brushes his hair out of his face, and speaks softly when she asks if he’s okay. She makes sure he’s eaten, makes sure he takes the pills to ease the relentless headache that’s been pounding at the walls of his skull since morning.Gregory blinks a few times, rubs his face hard, and then leans against the doorframe with a long exhale. "Damn," he mutters, his voice hoarse, gravelly. "That... actually did something. I feel like my brain just rebooted."
BOOK 3: Chapter 38: Unholy UnionShe is not herself anymore. She is groaning, shivering without control, feeling the tremors passing through her body as she continues to slam herself against her stepson's dick, feeling the pleasure and the pressure of releasing all of her desires in hers. She doesn't want it to stop. God, she so fucking doesn't want it to stop. She wants it to go on. She continues to enjoy the way his body keeps on slamming against hers, not caring that the filthy sound is echoing everywhere and her husband is still just a few feet away from them in a way that could make things get complicated. Adrian feels like his mind is about to explode. He groans out loud, arching his back against the chair, squeezing the ass of his father's wife, feeling the way her slick pussy is clenching around his dick tightly, milking him up, claiming him as letting him know that she is his and she wants nothing more except him. His mind is spinning in circles. God, he knows he's not suppo
BOOK 3: Chapter 37 : The Edge of PossessionShe is shivering at this present moment. She is not in her natural state of mind as she feels the tremors that course through her body. God, she shouldn’t be reveling in this desire. She shouldn’t be allowing this ache to take control of her senses. But she has no complete control over it. It has taken practical residence in her entire body, making her feel sensations that she shouldn’t be feeling for anybody else except for the person she just got newly married to.It’s driving her insane, making her feel crazy. She wraps her arms tightly around Adrian’s neck, kissing him slowly, sensually, and deeply in a frantic kiss, their tongues entangling, tasting, devouring. He squeezes her ass hard, grounding her against him, keeping her in place as she grinds her already wet core against the firm ridge of his arousal. The sensation is dizzying—raw, electric—driving them into a state of extreme, powerful lust.Neither of them cares anymore that Greg
BOOK 3: Chapter 36: The Kiss in Front of HimAmanda looks at Adrian’s face, her eyes clouded with confusion before her expression hardens. She frowns deeply, then lifts her middle finger at him—sharp, defiant. But just as quickly, she retracts it under the duvet, composing herself instantly. Gregory stares at her for a long moment, silently processing what just happened. After a long pause filled with tension, he shakes his head and turns around—just as Adrian swiftly shuts the door and disappears from their bedroom entrance.Gregory steps out of the bedroom, slamming the door loudly behind him and walking straight into the living room. He needs to think. He needs to process what the hell just happened.His body is trembling, his mind spiraling. What just unfolded was so absurd, so insane, he can barely breathe through it. Why? Why the hell would Amanda—his wife—scream Adrian’s name in the middle of their intimacy? At the peak, no less. At the moment they were about to climax together
BOOK 3: Chapter 35: The ConfrontationGregory feels like he's losing his mind. He can't believe what the fuck he just heard. He instantly pulls away from Amanda as if her touch suddenly burns him—like she’s something filthy he can’t bear to be near. He scrambles off the bed, his movements sharp and jerky, and begins putting his clothes back on with the speed of someone escaping a crime scene. Then, without a word, he grabs the duvet and throws it over Amanda, covering her naked body as if the very sight of her disgusts him.“All right,” he growls, his voice sharp and rising with fury. “I’m listening. Do you fucking care to explain what the hell that was all about?”Amanda flinches as his voice booms across the room. She clutches the duvet tightly to her chest, her eyes wide, her body trembling as a storm brews inside her head. Her thoughts are spiraling, panic clawing at her throat.Oh my God, Lord… what the fuck do I do now?She sits up, struggling to maintain her composure, her brai