All Chapters of Captive To The Boss’s Lust: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

62 🥵🔥🌶️It didn’t feel bad.In fact, knowing he was enjoying it… turned me on.I grew bolder, circling the head of his cock with my tongue. Then I let it slide down the shaft, tracing the thick vein that ran along its length.When I dragged my tongue slowly back up, Adrian groaned.“Fuck… your tongue moves on my cock like fucking poetry.”Rough and poetic. That was him.“Does this feel good?” I asked, licking again.“So good. Now slowly take it in. Let’s see if that pretty little mouth can handle it.”I swallowed, glanced up at him, then leaned in. His groin was clean-shaven. He was meticulous, well-groomed. Maybe that’s why I didn’t feel disgusted.Quite the opposite.I wrapped my fingers around his hips, guiding him gently as I opened my mouth.He was big. Thick. But I managed to take him in.“Mmmhh… your mouth’s so warm… tighter than I imagined…”It felt strange, in a thrilling way, to have his cock inside my mouth. It made me feel… feminine. Owned.He started to push deeper, sl

64“I’ve never met a lawyer this romantic and horny at the same time,” he said with a smirk.“Well, get used to it, Miss Amber. I’ll fuck you hard enough to make you scream, then hold you like a baby after. That’s just how we do things.”“Don’t make me laugh, my ribs still hurt,” I said, chuckling despite myself.He leaned over and kissed the spot where the fracture was. Gentle. Careful.“I wonder… do I owe your father a thank you?”“For what?”“For the silver lining in all this. If he hadn’t pushed you to the edge like that, maybe we wouldn’t be here right now. But look at us—like husband and wife already. No one’s taking you from me now. Once you’re healed, we’re signing those papers. My parents are already dying to hold their first grandchild.”“Maybe slow down a little, Adrian? I mean… I’m still a trainee lawyer, remember? Marriage and pregnancy weren’t really part of my five-year plan.”“Five years?”“Yeah, that’s how long it’ll take to really build my career. So… even if we do g

66After dinner, Adrian took me upstairs to the room. Then he left to get a new pack of painkillers since mine had run out. Once he was gone, I realized how warm and welcoming his family had been to me. It was obvious they wanted Adrian to marry me. The thought of disappointing them scared me.Accepting Adrian’s proposal had been a sudden decision. I had deep feelings for him, but I wasn’t sure if they were strong enough for marriage. His family didn’t even know about my past with Lucas. Who would want their grandchild’s lover marrying the son of her ex?The last thing I wanted was to bring shame upon Adrian in front of his family. But stepping forward without knowing how they’d react to the Lucas situation could end up hurting both of us. The thoughts started to overwhelm me and I rubbed my temples. “I can’t come between someone and their family like this,” I whispered to myself.Maybe staying here was a mistake. If I remained and his sister Gil happened to show up, everything would

68Instead of walking out, Adrian closed the door and came back to me.“So, what are you going to tell my family? That you don’t love their son?” he asked, raising one brow, waiting for my answer.“No… That wouldn’t be true.”“Then what exactly do you plan to say?”“I don’t know,” I murmured. My eyes began to sting. I couldn’t tell him about Lucas—not when it would put him in such an impossible position.“Lucas is going to find out about us eventually, and when that happens, it’ll turn into a mess. I can’t let you face your family like that… You’ll be seen as a man who fell in love with his nephew’s girlfriend. Your sister, your father, your mother—they’ll be disappointed in you. Maybe they’ll hold it against you for the rest of your life… I don’t want to do that to you.”“Don’t worry about my family. That’s my responsibility. What I need you to know is that I’m not giving up on you.”I stared at him blankly. “What do you mean?”He sat beside me and took my hands into his. When our ey

70Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, settling behind me. He gently gathered sections of my hair and began to brush them with care. He was so attentive, so delicate with every movement, that it brought back memories both distant and painfully familiar.Those days when my mother used to dress me with such tenderness before sending me off to school felt far away now. But Adrian, in his quiet way, had given me a piece of that feeling back. I was grateful for that. Yet I didn’t want to tell him. It’s like, when we grow up, we’re expected to shrink our pain. But the truth is, pain never really leaves—it just stays buried. And when we remember it, it hurts just as much as it did the first day.“Your hair’s like silk,” he said.It reminded me of my mother’s words. “My little princess with silk hair,” she would say every time she brushed it. Just the memory of those happy days sent waves of sadness crashing through me, pulling me toward the shore of everything I’d lost.I only realized a tear