Prologue

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!”

Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

"I—It hurts. Be gentle!" I gripped the bedsheets tightly when he suddenly plunged his entire length inside. I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face, not just because of the pain, but because of the reality that I had given my virginity to the wrong person—a virginity that should have been for my husband. To his own father.

I thought he would stop when he felt me pulling back, but a playful smirk formed on Henry's lips. The heat of his breath against my neck felt like it was burning.

"Holysh*t! Are you bleeding? Damn you, woman! How... you're my father's wife, how the hell are you still a virgin?" he said angrily, but amazement was evident in his voice. I tried to push him away.

"S-Stop... please..." I pleaded. But instead of listening, he buried his manhood even deeper in me.

"Well... I can't back out now, since it's already inside," he whispered.

"Henry—"

"And besides, you were paid. Dad gave you billions. You got much more than I did, and I'm his own son." He met my trembling gaze, his eyes filled with hatred and lust. "So, stand by what you were paid for, bitch. I’ll make sure every cent of that inheritance is worth the pain I’m giving you tonight."

I couldn't break free. Every thrust of his felt like a punishment for a sin I never wanted.

"P-Please... I—I can't take it anymore..." I sobbed as my tears continuously streamed down. But he seemed deaf to it. He plunged his c0ck even deeper, forcing his way into every corner of my womanhood. Every strike to my depths caused a flash in my vision.

"A-Ahh! don't—” I cried out, ending in a long sigh.

But as time went on, the pain gradually faded. Every thrust that had made me cry just moments ago seemed to be replaced by a maddening heat. Tingles were crawling across my skin that I couldn't explain. My trembling hands that were pushing his chest earlier were now seemingly clinging on their own to his hard arms.

"Damn! You're so tight... you’re driving me crazy," he groans deeper now as he enjoys it even more.

"U-Uhh... Stop... ahhh!" I couldn't help but scream when I felt a strange tickle in my lower abdomen. Every movement of his seemed to be searching for a spot that made my entire body shiver. I didn't notice that my sobs were already being replaced by long, loud groans.

The pleasure flowing through my veins was more intense than the fear I was feeling. I looked over at my husband's bed, where he was fast asleep because of the medicine injected into him by the nurse.

“Focus on me, woman!” He grabbed my face and turned it only toward him. Even though I wanted to look back at Freddie, I couldn't because of his tight grip on my face. In the midst of this sin, I seemed to have forgotten who the man on top of me was—the man I was supposed to consider my son, but who was now making me feel something I had never felt with my husband.

“Ahh! Henry… ohh!” I could no longer control myself because of the intense pleasure I was feeling right now.

"That's it... moan for me," he urged while quickening the pace of every thrust. I could do nothing but close my eyes and surrender to the tide of pleasure that was gradually consuming my sanity. When he embraced me, I hugged him back, burying my nails into his back.

That was where I drew strength because I felt like my entire body was trembling. I could no longer escape the ferocity of his every movement. My body was swaying, moving along with the rhythm of his possession.

From my lips, his face traveled down to my chest. He ruthlessly kneaded one of my breasts while the other was sucked and kissed like a starving baby that couldn't get enough. Every play of his tongue and hand doubled the electricity flowing through my veins.

"Ahhhh, Henry! Ohhhh!" I couldn't stop myself from screaming his name. He seemed to love every groan of mine. I could fully feel the entirety of his manhood, large, thick, and burning with heat inside my tight canal. It felt like I was being drowned in an ocean of pleasure that I was experiencing for the very first time in my life. My womanhood that had remained innocent for so long seemed to be awakening under his every heavy strike.

"Henry... I—I can't... ahhh!" My entire body was shaking.

"Don't stop now, Solana, I'm near!" he said while his sweat was already dripping onto my skin. Henry's breathing grew even faster. Every thrust became deeper and harder, as if he had no intention of leaving any strength behind. Every strike to my depths caused a strange trembling that almost made me cry from pleasure.

"F*ck, I'm close... I'm so close!" he groaned while the veins on his neck were fully visible. I felt his grip tighten around my waist, lifting me to bury his manhood even deeper.

"Henry... ahhh! Ohhh—" I couldn't finish what I was about to say.

With one final, powerful thrust, I felt his entire body suddenly stiffen. At that exact moment, I felt an explosion of a strange light in my vision as my back arched and my mouth gaped open. Along with a long, hoarse groan from Henry, a rush of hot liquid released inside me, matching the release of all my fluids. I could feel every throb of his manhood as he poured all of his desire and hatred inside me, taking us both to a different world.

"Ahhhh!" I threw my head back, my fingers digging into his hard arms as we were both consumed by the peak of ecstasy.

He remained resting on top of me for a few moments, our sweat mixing and our breaths racing. Until he slowly pulled away, the cold air brushing against my wet skin. He looked at me—a look devoid of emotion but full of possession.

"Now you're truly mine, Solana," he whispered and sucked my tongue once again.