67. House Of Thorne: Killian

Trigger Warnings: Adultery/Infidelity, breeding themes, paternity fraud (deception), rough sexual play, choking, spanking, and explicit language.

Killian

Sterling doesn't see it, of course. He sees a reflection of his own supposed nobility, a "Thorne" heir to carry on the family name and the corporate empire. He spent the morning in the sun-drenched nursery, rolling a silver ball back and forth with a toddler who has my jawline and my stubborn, silent temperament. I stood in the doorway, my hands clasped behind my back, the stoic sentinel, watching the man I betray every single day play father to my flesh and blood.

A small smirk played on my lips as Sterling picked the boy up, laughing. "You're going to be a titan, Leo. Just like your old man."

I caught Bianca's gaze across the room. She was leaning against the vanity, her silk robe cinched tight, her eyes dark with a secret that would burn this entire estate to the ground if it ever touched the light. She knew. She felt the weight of my seed every time she looked at that child.

"I'm taking him to the office today, Bianca," Sterling announced, beaming. "It's never too early to show him the throne."

"That sounds wonderful, Sterling," she said, her voice a perfect, honeyed lie.

The moment the SUV pulled out of the driveway, the atmosphere in the house shifted from domestic bliss to predatory silence. The staff were in the east wing; the master suite was a vacuum of forbidden intent. I didn't wait for an invitation. I walked into her bedroom and locked the door with a heavy, final click.

Bianca was already at the window, watching the gates close. She didn't turn around until I was inches away, the heat from my body radiating through her thin robe.

"He's gone," she whispered, her voice a low, jagged vibration.

"I know," I rumbled. I reached out and grabbed her throat, my thumb pressing into the soft dip above her collarbone. I didn't squeeze hard, just enough to remind her who really owned the air she breathed. "You look so maternal, Bianca. So respectable. It makes me want to ruin you even more."

"Then do it," she sobbed, her head tossing back. "I've been starving for you all morning. Watching you watch him... it's torture."

I didn't lead her to the bed. I shoved her against the heavy mahogany bedpost, the wood biting into her back. I reached down and ripped the silk robe open, exposing her body. She was fuller now, her tits heavy and tipped with dark, sensitive nipples-the body of a woman who had been bred and was ready to be bred again.

"You're a breeding machine, Bianca," I hissed, my hand sliding down to the damp, aching heat between her legs. "Your pussy is already dripping for me. You know what we're doing today, don't you? We're going to give Sterling another 'heir' to pay for."

"Yes," she gasped, her hands clawing at my suit jacket. "Fill me up, Killian. Put another one in me. Make me your whore again."

I unzipped my trousers, and my cock sprang free-thick, dark, and already pulsing with a desperate, heavy need. I didn't waste time with foreplay. I grabbed her thighs and hiked them over my hips, pinning her against the post. I drove into her with a single, grounding thrust that bottomed out against her womb.

I let out a guttural roar, the sensation of being inside her after years of this deception feeling like a drug. I began to move, a slow, punishing rhythm that ground my pelvis against hers. I wasn't gentle. I wanted her to feel the weight of my dominance, the reality of her betrayal in every stroke.

"Call me Daddy," I commanded, my hand tightening on her neck until her vision sparked.

"Daddy... please, Daddy... fuck your breeding bitch," she whimpered, her internal muscles clenching around me in a frantic, rhythmic dance.

I flipped her onto the bed and pulled her to the edge. I dropped to my knees, but I wasn't looking for her pussy yet. I grabbed her feet, pulling her toes into my mouth. I sucked them one by one, the taboo sensation making her thrash against the silk sheets.

"Killian... oh god... what are you doing?" she cried out.

"I'm worshiping the woman who carries my legacy," I growled, my voice muffled.

I climbed back onto the bed and forced her into a missionary position. I reached down, my hands kneading her heavy tits, squeezing them until she was screaming. She reached for me, pulling me down, and I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking it greedily while I hammered into her.

"Ride me," I ordered.

She scrambled on top, her hair a chaotic halo around her face. She sat on my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist, her tits bouncing with every frantic movement. I watched them, the way the light caught the sweat on her skin, the way she looked like a creature of pure, unbridled lust. I reached up and choked her, pulling her face close to mine.

"You're going to keep this cum in you, Bianca," I hissed. "You're going to walk around this house all day with my seed leaking out of your pussy, and you're not going to wash it out. You're going to let it sit there and find its way to your eggs."

"Yes... I'll keep it... I'll keep every drop," she sobbed, her pussy clenching around me so tight it was almost painful.

The rhythm became a frantic, wet percussion. I was a man possessed, a sentinel who had found a way to conquer an empire from the inside out. I felt the white-hot spark of my climax beginning to bloom, a tension so tight it felt like I was going to explode.

"I'm close, Bianca! I'm going to fill you up!" I shouted, my body tensing for the final explosion. "Beg for it! Tell me you want your Daddy's hot cum inside your womb!"

"Give it to me! Please, Daddy! Fill me up! Breed me again! I want your baby!" she screamed, her body racking with a series of violent, rhythmic spasms as she hit her own peak.

I erupted. A hot, thick stream of cum hit the back of her womb, my body shaking with the force of the release. I fired again and again, emptying every drop of my triumph and my desire into her. I felt her pussy pulsing around me, milking me dry, her body heavy and sated.

"There," I panted, my voice thick with a dark, satisfied ownership. "That's another Thorne for the history books."

I stayed buried inside her for a long time, the silence of the room returning. I reached down and delivered a final, stinging slap to her ass, a reminder of who she really belonged to.

"Now, stay still," I commanded, pulling out with a wet, squelching sound. "Don't move for twenty minutes. I want every bit of that to stay deep."

I stood up and began to tuck myself back into my suit, my face returning to its stoic, professional mask. I checked my watch. Sterling would be at the office by now, showing off "his" son to the board.

I walked to the door, looking back at Bianca. She was lying on the bed, her legs slightly elevated, her eyes closed, a small, secret smile on her lips. She was a monument to my victory.

I stepped out into the hall, the perfect sentinel once more. The house was quiet, the legacy was secure, and as I walked down the stairs to resume my post, I knew that the real power in the Thorne estate didn't sit in an office-it lived in the blood I'd just left behind.