MasukAfter that day, my mother had been more respectful of my marriage to Scott. She wouldn’t speak to him or about him, and I thought everything was finally falling into place. I thought everything was at peace. But I was wrong. She was only respecting boundaries and keeping to herself whenever I was there because one morning, I had an idea to hide cameras in rooms where Scott loved to spend most of his time whenever he was at home. Later that morning, I went to my mother and told her I wanted to surprise her with whatever she wanted as a form of apology for accusing her of throwing herself at Scott. She told me she wanted me to shop for her. Get her new clothes and accessories so she can look like part of the family. I went to Scott with this request, and he allowed me to move on with it. He gave me his card, and I left the house. But I didn’t just leave to get my mum the things she asked for. I left to give her privacy to know what she would do with it and my husband if I wasn’t the
I went to look for Scott, and I found him in the library. The door was open just enough for me to see him, seated near the fire, his head bowed slightly as he read. He looked calm and that made me hesitate to disturb him. Still, I knocked gently on the doorframe. “Scott?” He looked up, immediately setting his book aside. “Sabrina,” he said softly. “Come in.” I stepped inside. “I hope I’m not bothering you.” “You never bother me,” he said, closing the book completely. “Are you okay? Is everything alright? What’s on your mind?” I tried to smile. “I just… wanted to spend some time with you.” His eyes softened. “Well, okay. That’s a good reason.” I walked over and sat across from him, the firelight warming my knees. “You always seem so peaceful in here.” He smiled faintly. “Books are quieter than people.” “Is that why you prefer them?” I asked. “Sometimes,” he said. “But not today.” That made me smile. “You mean you don’t mind me interrupting your peace?” “Not when it’s you.”
“Yes, Mum,” I said quietly, my voice trembling. Claire’s eyes swept over the room, her expression perfectly composed. “There you are,” she said, smiling, though her tone wasn’t friendly. “I’ve been looking for you.” I swallowed, trying to steady my breathing. “What for?” “I needed to ask you something,” she said sweetly. Then her eyes slid around the room, taking in the unmade bed, the glass on Ace’s desk, the small distance between me and him. Her smile faltered, replaced by a knowing tilt of her head. “But before that... what exactly were you doing in here?” I froze. Ace didn’t move either. “Mum, it’s not—” I started, but she raised an eyebrow, not at me, but at Ace. “Well?” she asked, her tone changing. “What were you two doing, Ace? Or should I say... what was the dear stepson doing alone with his father’s wife?” Ace’s jaw tightened. He met her gaze without flinching. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Claire’s expression didn’t change, though I saw the flicker
“Ace...” I began but he walked out and stood near the window, his hand on the frame. He wasn’t looking at me, not yet. When he finally turned, he said calmly. “You know what’s been driving me insane?” I forced a small laugh, even though my chest was tight. “That’s a long list, Ace.” He didn’t smile. “It’s you.” My breath caught, though I tried to hide it. “Ace—” “I’m not joking,” he said. “It’s you. Every single day. Every time you walk into a room and pretend you don’t see me. Every time you talk to him.” He meant Scott. He didn’t have to say it. I swallowed hard. “We’ve talked about this.” “No,” he said, stepping closer. “We’ve argued about it. We’ve danced around it. We’ve never really talked.” I stared at my hands, fingers knotted together in my lap. “And what do you want to talk about?” He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “How it feels. How it actually feels watching you live in this house with him.” I looked up then. His eyes were darker than usual. “Ace…” I
I stood near the breakfast table, still in my robe. My fingers loosely wrapped around a cup of tea that had long gone cold. Scott was already dressed. He stood by the window, looking out toward the gardens. He was supposed to leave for the office. I had already watched his driver pull the car around half an hour ago. But Scott hadn’t moved. When I finally found my voice, I said softly, “Aren’t you going to be late?” He turned slightly. His eyes met mine. “I’m staying home today,” he said. “Home?” I repeated, blinking. “Why?” He walked toward me. “Because I don’t think it’s wise to leave you alone with your mother.” My fingers tightened around the teacup. “Scott, I can handle her.” “I’m sure you think you can,” he said. “But she’s not exactly subtle, Sabrina. Last night should have made that clear.” I dropped my gaze. I had even seen the way my mother leaned forward as though Scott was a man she needed to charm rather than her daughter’s husband. Still, I said, “She’s just tryi
This part was so sensitive to Scott that he gasped out loud. I kissed and licked the very tight piece of skin that went from this point and further down his shaft. It was beautiful to see, to touch, lick, and suck his cock. And I could do this all night. In a circular motion, I used my tongue to massage his sensitive skin. “Yes!” he moaned. With more precum appearing from the tip of his cock, I used my tongue to spread his precum over his taut helmet. Then I spread my lips over the head of his helmet, and very slowly, I went down, taking his warm cock deep into my warm, inviting, and moist mouth before slowly bringing my lips back up. I sucked up and down, up and down. It got me very excited and very wet. Feeling his cock expand even more. I almost continued, wanting his cock to expand and pulsate, and to feel and taste his cum as he ejaculated in my mouth, or to pull away and watch as his cock pulsed and sent streams of cum over my breasts. But I wanted his cock inside me, and I







