FALLING FOR MR. FORBIDDEN: MY MOTHER’S HOT HUSBAND

Ashley Carter shoved open the front door, her shoulders heavy from another long day at Stoneridge Academy. The weight of her backpack dug into her skin as she kicked off her sneakers.

School had been its usual nightmare, Ryder had been there, of course… tall, broad, and radiating that annoying arrogance. His cold stares following her through the halls again, those dark eyes lingering on her body just long enough to make her skin flush with unwanted heat.

One muttered comment in the hallway "Still hiding in the shadows, Carter!?" had cut deeper than usual. He was the hockey captain, the future Alpha everyone whispered about, built like a god and twice as cruel.

She just wanted a quiet evening, a shower and maybe some food if her mom had bothered to cook but the house wasn't quiet…

From upstairs, the sounds hit her like a wave. The steady creak of the bed frame, her mother's breathy, broken moans floating down the hallway and deep, masculine groans that vibrated with raw pleasure...the unmistakable wet slap of skin meeting skin, hard and rhythmic.

Ashley's face burned as she stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, heart pounding, the moans grew louder, more desperate. Her mother cried out sharply, "Oh god... yes, harder..."

Disgust twisted in her gut, but beneath it, a traitorous warmth spread low in her belly. She tried to block the images, but they came anyway- some faceless man pounding into her mother with force.

"Mom?" Ashley called out loudly, her voice cracking through the house. "I'm home!"

The sounds stopped abruptly. The creaking halted. Silence swallowed everything.

Upstairs, in the master bedroom, Ryder Knight had been buried deep inside Vanessa Carter when the interruption came.

He had her bent over the edge of the king-sized bed, her silk robe pushed up around her waist, her bare ass raised high for him. Ryder's powerful body glistened with sweat, his thick cock stretching her pussy wide with every deep thrust.

At twenty-two, he was pure Alpha muscle—broad shoulders, ripped abs flexing with each snap of his hips, dark tattoos swirling across his chest and down his arms. His sweatpants were shoved down just enough to free his heavy, veined shaft, balls slapping against her with every brutal stroke.

Vanessa moaned like a whore beneath him, her full tits pressed into the mattress, nipples hard and aching. "Fuck, Ryder... you're so big," she gasped, pushing back onto his cock, greedy for every inch.

Ryder gripped her hips hard, fingers digging into soft flesh as he drove into her again. His thick cock split her open, slick sounds filling the room as her juices coated him. He was rough, dominant, pounding her with the kind of raw power only an Alpha could deliver. Each thrust made her walls clench around him, hot and tight, sucking him deeper.

"That's it," he growled low, voice rough with lust. "Take my cock like a good little wife." He slapped her ass, the sharp sound echoing, Vanessa cried out in pleasure.

He had been fucking her for nearly an hour. First against the wall when they got home from the courthouse, then on her knees with his cock down her throat, and now like this—bent over and taking every brutal inch. Ryder's balls felt heavy, full of cum he planned to pump into her. His wolf surged beneath his skin, hungry and possessive, even if the woman beneath him wasn't the one his instincts truly craved.

Vanessa's moans turned into whimpers as he angled his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her. "Right there... don't stop, baby!"

Ryder reached around and rubbed her tits with two thick fingers, fast and firm, her body shook, pussy gushing around his cock. He fucked her harder, the bed slamming against the wall, his powerful thighs driving him balls-deep with every stroke. Sweat dripped down his carved abs onto her back, his cock throbbed inside her, stretching her limits.

The moment Ashley called out, Ryder froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt while Vanessa whimpered in protest, her walls still clenching greedily around him.

"Shit," Ryder muttered, pulling out slowly. His massive cock glistened with her cream, still rock-hard and angry-red at the tip. He gave her ass one last possessive squeeze before stepping back.

Vanessa stood on shaky legs, pulling her robe around her flushed body abd Ryder yanked up his sweatpants, the fabric barely containing his massive erection. The outline was obscene, the wet head leaving a damp spot on the gray material.

They stepped out together.

Ashley stared up at them from the bottom of the stairs, her world shattering.

Her mother looked freshly fucked—cheeks glowing, lips swollen, hair wild but it was Ryder who stole every ounce of Ashley's breath. Shirtless and towering, his powerful torso gleamed with sweat under the hallway lights.

Every hard muscle was on display: the deep cuts of his abs, the broad chest dusted with dark hair, the tattoos that seemed to shift with his breathing. His low-slung sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, the thick ridge of his still-hard cock clearly visible, pressing insistently against the fabric.

His dark eyes locked onto Ashley's, his gaze dragged down her body like a physical touch—over the swell of her breasts in her modest blouse, down her waist, lingering on the curve of her hips.

"Ashley, sweetheart!" Vanessa beamed, descending the stairs with a satisfied sway. "I have the most amazing news, Ryder and I got married this afternoon!"

The words hit Ashley like ice water. Married. Ryder—her tormentor, the arrogant hockey god—was now her stepfather.

Ryder followed Vanessa down, each step making the muscles in his thighs and core flex. Up close, the scent of sex clung to him—musky, masculine, mixed with her mother's perfume.

Ashley's wolf stirred violently inside her, drawn to the raw Alpha power rolling off him in waves. Heat flooded between her thighs, her nipples tightening painfully against her bra. She hated it. Hated how her body reacted to the man who had made her life hell.

"This can't be happening," Ashley whispered, backing up until her shoulders hit the wall.

Ryder stopped right in front of her towering over her five-foot-five frame, his chest rose and fell, still slick with sweat, a bead of it trailed down between his pecs.

"Surprised, princess?" he said, voice low and husky, still rough from fucking. "Things are about to change around here."

Vanessa kept talking, oblivious to the tension crackling like lightning. "We're moving into Ryder's mansion tomorrow. No more scraping by, honey. This is our new life!"

Ryder's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk. "I'll take good care of you both," he murmured, the words dripping with double meaning.

Ashley pushed past them, mumbling an excuse about homework, and fled to her room. She slammed the door and leaned against it, breathing hard.

She slid a hand down her stomach, pressing against the ache between her legs, then yanked it away in shame.

Down the hall, the bedroom door clicked shut again, soft laughter turned into fresh moans within minutes… He was clearly finishing what he'd started.

Ashley buried her face in her pillow, the boy who tormented her was now her stepfather.