LOGINVictor’s private jet has barely cleared the runway when Amelia’s legs spread for the one man she’s never allowed to touch: her husband’s son. She has everything money can buy, except the brutal, filthy fucking her body craves. Ethan has the thick, merciless cock that finally gives it to her. For nineteen stolen days they turn the penthouse into their personal playground: the marble island where she screams into his mouth, the glass shower where he pins her dripping wet, the marital bed where he pumps her full night after night while Victor sleeps in ignorance thirty thousand feet away. She was a bored trophy wife. Now she’s a dripping, obsessed slut who counts the hours until her husband leaves again, because only Ethan can split her open, ruin her, and make her come so hard she forgets she ever belonged to anyone else. Nineteen days. No panties. No mercy. And when Victor comes home, she’ll greet him with Ethan’s cum still warm inside her, smiling like the perfect wife.
View MoreAMELIA The door clicked shut behind Victor, and the sound echoed through me like a final slam on everything we'd known. I stood frozen in the living room, arms wrapped tight around myself, feeling the chill of the air conditioning bite into my skin. Ethan's hand found mine, squeezing so hard it hurt, but I didn't pull away. His grip was the only thing keeping me from crumbling right there.He let out a breath he'd been holding forever, ragged and broken. "He's gone."I nodded, throat too tight to speak. Tears burned hot tracks down my cheeks, and I swiped at them angrily, hating how weak I felt. "That... that was it? No yelling? No throwing things?"Ethan sank onto the couch, pulling me down with him. His face was pale, eyes glassy like he was seeing ghosts. "I don't know what I expected. Part of me wanted him to scream. To make it hurt more so I could feel like I deserved it. But that? That quiet? It was worse. Like he looked at me and saw a stranger."His voice cracked on the
AMELIA The apartment was dead quiet all day. No music from Ethan’s room. No clink of dishes. Just the hum of the fridge and the occasional car horn thirty floors below. I sat on the terrace with a cup of tea I didn’t drink, staring at the city like it might give me answers.Ethan found me there at six. He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, looking like he hadn’t slept either. His eyes were red-rimmed, jaw tight.“He texted,” he said, voice flat but thick with something heavy underneath. “Said he’s coming over. Now.”My stomach dropped so fast I felt sick. “Now? Like… right now?”Ethan nodded once. “Fifteen minutes. Maybe less.”I stood up too quick, tea sloshing over the rim. “We’re not ready. I’m not ready.”He stepped closer, caught my wrists gently. “Neither am I. But we don’t get to pick the moment anymore.”His thumbs stroked the inside of my wrists, slow and steady, like he was trying to anchor us both. “We just… tell him the truth again. No sugar. No excuses.”I looked
AMELIA The apartment was dead quiet all day. No music from Ethan’s room. No clink of dishes. Just the hum of the fridge and the occasional car horn thirty floors below. I sat on the terrace with a cup of tea I didn’t drink, staring at the city like it might give me answers.Ethan found me there at six. He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, looking like he hadn’t slept either. His eyes were red-rimmed, jaw tight.“He texted,” he said, voice flat but thick with something heavy underneath. “Said he’s coming over. Now.”My stomach dropped so fast I felt sick. “Now? Like… right now?”Ethan nodded once. “Fifteen minutes. Maybe less.”I stood up too quick, tea sloshing over the rim. “We’re not ready. I’m not ready.”He stepped closer, caught my wrists gently. “Neither am I. But we don’t get to pick the moment anymore.”His thumbs stroked the inside of my wrists, slow and steady, like he was trying to anchor us both. “We just… tell him the truth again. No sugar. No excuses.”I looked
I stood in the living room, staring at Victor's note on the counter like it might change if I glared hard enough. The words blurred through tears—lawyers, hotel, space. It felt like a punch every time I read it.Ethan came up behind me, his hands sliding onto my shoulders, thumbs pressing gentle circles into the knots there. His touch carried that mix of comfort and fire, the kind that made my breath hitch even now."Amelia," he said, voice low and rough, laced with that ache we'd both been carrying since the restaurant. "You can't keep rereading it. It's not going to say anything new."I turned, leaning into his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart against my cheek. "I know. But it hurts, Ethan. Seeing how much we broke him. He sounded so... defeated in that text. Like we stole something from him he can't get back."Ethan's arms wrapped around me tighter, his chin resting on my head. "We did. And it kills me too. He's my dad. The man who raised me, taught me everything. But I


















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