All Chapters of Forbidden Lust: My Father-in-law: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sunday evening felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of fire. Rory stood on the familiar front porch of her childhood home, the scent of her mom’s roast chicken drifting through the screen door, but all she could feel was the phantom ache between her thighs from the night before. Dominic had been insatiable—hours of slow, deep lovemaking mixed with rough, desperate claiming that left bruises on her hips and love bites hidden under her clothes. Every step reminded her of him.His car pulled up behind hers. He stepped out looking unfairly composed in a casual button-down and slacks, but his eyes when they met hers told the real story: dark hunger, lingering tenderness, and the same storm of guilt she carried.“Deep breaths,” he murmured as they walked up the path together, hands carefully not touching. “We can do this.”Inside, the house was warm and chaotic in the best way. Her mom pulled her into a tight hug, then did the same to Dominic. “Dom! It’s been too long. You look wonderfu

The blissful afterglow from their deepening emotional and physical connection didn’t last nearly as long as Rory and Dominic had hoped. The real world, with all its sharp edges and prying eyes, came crashing in faster than either of them could have anticipated. Monday morning at Voss Publishing felt different from the moment Rory stepped off the elevator. The usual hum of the office had a new undercurrent—subtle whispers in the hallways, lingering glances from colleagues who had never paid her much attention before. In the break room, Vanessa, a senior editor who had always been coldly professional, gave her a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Special treatment seems to be paying off for you, Vale. Just be careful. Rumors have a way of spreading like wildfire around here, especially when they involve the CEO.”Rory’s stomach twisted into knots. She forced a polite laugh and changed the subject, but the seed of paranoia was firmly planted. By midday, the anxiety was eating at he

The decision to face the threat head-on brought a temporary peace, but peace was a luxury they couldn’t afford for long. The very next week, the anonymous sender struck again—this time with a more direct warning. Another email to Dominic, this one including a screenshot of a draft message ready to be sent to Rory’s father with the incriminating photos attached. The demand was clear: *End it completely or I hit send. No contact. One week.*Dominic’s protective instincts went into overdrive. “We have to create distance,” he told Rory in a hushed, urgent conversation in his locked office. “Just for a little while. Until I can trace this bastard and neutralize the threat. I can’t risk your family, your career, everything you’ve worked for.”Rory’s heart shattered at the words, but she saw the logic through her tears. “I hate this,” she whispered, clinging to him. “But I trust you. Just… don’t take too long. I don’t know how to breathe without you anymore.”The separation was agony.For th

The confrontation with Rory’s parents was every bit as explosive and heart-wrenching as they had feared it would be. Dominic insisted on being the one to break the news, arranging a private conversation with her father during a carefully planned family dinner at the family home. The truth came pouring out in a rush of honest, raw words—the instant, overwhelming attraction the moment Rory walked into his office, the slow-burn tension that built despite every rule and moral boundary, the genuine love that had grown between them despite the age gap, the forbidden nature of their relationship, and the external threats they had faced together while protecting each other.Her father’s reaction was visceral and immediate. Shock turned to anger, then to a deep, painful sense of betrayal. “You were like a son to me,” he said, voice breaking as he looked at Dominic. “I trusted you with my daughter’s future, and this is what you do?”Rory stepped forward, fierce and unapologetic despite the tear

Three nights.That was all it took for Maya’s carefully rebuilt walls to start cracking.She lasted until 1:17 a.m. before the loft felt too small, too quiet, too full of the memory of his voice in the elevator. She pulled on a thin black tank top and soft shorts, bare feet silent on the stairs, and pushed open the heavy door to the rooftop.The night air hit her like a slap—cool, sharp, smelling of rain that hadn’t fallen yet. The city stretched out below in glittering indifference. She walked to the far railing, wrapped her hands around the cool metal, and closed her eyes.She didn’t hear him.She felt him.The shift in the air. The low heat of a body that had always known exactly how to find hers.“Couldn’t sleep either?” Cass’s voice came from the shadows near the wall, rough and low, like he’d been waiting.Maya’s spine went rigid. She didn’t turn around.“Go back downstairs.”Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. He stopped right behind her, close enough that the heat of his chest brushe