บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Lust: My Father-in-law: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of students settling in for Professor Vale’s Thursday morning session. Mia arrived early again, claiming her usual seat in the front row center. Her body still carried the delicious ache from the night before—thighs sore, a faint bruise on her hip from the library shelves where Adrian had claimed her so thoroughly. She wore a modest sweater and a longer skirt today, trying to look like the serious senior she was supposed to be. But every time she shifted, she felt the ghost of his cum inside her and had to press her thighs together. Adrian entered exactly on time, as always. His tailored waistcoat and crisp shirt hid the tension in his shoulders. His grey-blue eyes swept the room and locked on hers for a fraction of a second too long. Mia saw the flash of heat—and the immediate wall of guilt that followed. He cleared his throat and launched into his lecture on postmodern narrative techniques without his usual dry wit. Mia took notes dilig

Mia drove through the iron gates of her family’s estate just before sunset, the familiar manicured lawns and imposing colonial mansion doing nothing to calm the anxiety churning in her stomach. The two-hour drive from campus had given her too much time to rehearse her lies, but facing her parents was an entirely different battlefield. Her father, Richard Sinclair, was a powerful real estate developer and major university donor. Her mother, Vanessa, was a socialite who chaired half a dozen charity boards. Image was everything to them. And right now, their only daughter was becoming campus gossip. A maid ushered her into the formal sitting room where both parents waited. Her father stood by the marble fireplace, scotch in hand, while her mother sat rigidly on the velvet sofa, lips pressed into a thin line. “Mia,” Richard said without preamble. “Explain.” She took a seat, folding her hands in her lap to hide their slight tremble. “It’s all nonsense, Dad. Jealous rumors started

“Wait!!!!” Lucas paused, his lips curling into a slow, triumphant smirk that sent ice down Mia’s spine. The raw anger in his eyes transformed into dark, hungry satisfaction as he watched her break. “I… I accept,” she whispered, the words burning like poison on her tongue. Her voice was barely audible, but the defeat in it was crystal clear. The photo of her and Adrian in the library left her no real choice. Not if she wanted to protect him. “That’s my good girl,” Lucas purred, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. “Knew you’d come around eventually. Smart choice, Mia. Real fucking smart.” Mia stood up on shaky legs, grabbing her bag with trembling hands. “We’re done here. Delete the photo like you promised and I’ll… I’ll do what you want. Starting tomorrow. Not here.” She turned to leave, heart hammering with humiliation and regret. But Lucas’s hand shot out like a vice, wrapping around her wrist and yanking her back against his hard chest. His breath was hot ag

Mia froze in the passenger seat of Adrian’s car, the weight of his command hanging heavy in the air between them. “Tell me the truth, Mia,” he repeated, voice low and dangerous, his hand still sliding up her thigh under her skirt. His fingers brushed the sticky evidence of what Lucas had done, and his entire body tensed. “Right now.” Tears spilled down her cheeks before she could stop them. The guilt, the shame, the sticky reminder of Lucas’s cum leaking out of her — it all crashed down at once. “He blackmailed me,” she whispered, voice breaking. “He had the photo from the library. The one of us. He said he’d send it to the Dean, the board, the news… everywhere. I met him to pay him off, but he didn’t want money. He wanted… me. He said if I didn’t let him fuck me right there, he’d ruin you.” Adrian’s jaw clenched so hard she heard it crack. His grey-blue eyes darkened with a storm of fury, jealousy, and something far more primal. “He touched you?” His voice was deadly quie

Adrian’s grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white as the video played on Mia’s phone. Even on silent, the visuals were damning — Mia bent over the café table, Lucas thrusting into her from behind, her face a mix of shame and unwanted pleasure. The clip was short but explicit enough to destroy them both. “Turn it off,” Adrian said, voice dangerously low. Mia quickly stopped the video, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I thought if I gave him what he wanted once, he’d delete the library photo and leave us alone. But he’s escalating. He wants me every day now.” Adrian pulled the car into a deserted side street and killed the engine. The silence was thick, heavy with everything unsaid. He stared straight ahead for a long moment, chest rising and falling with controlled rage. “He forced you,” he finally said. It wasn’t a question. Mia nodded, wrapping her arms around herself. “He didn’t give me a choice. The photo… your career… I couldn’