All Chapters of Forbidden Lust: My Father-in-law: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Morning light moved across the bed in slow gold bars.Maya woke to the feel of Cass already inside her.Not thrusting. Just there—deep, thick, filling her completely while she was still half-asleep. His chest pressed to her back, one arm under her head, the other draped over her waist so his hand could rest between her breasts. His mouth brushed the nape of her neck in lazy, open kisses. When she stirred he made a low sound of approval and rolled his hips once, a slow grind that made her breath catch.“Morning,” he murmured against her skin.She didn’t answer with words. She pushed back against him instead, taking him deeper. Cass exhaled hard and began to move in earnest—unhurried, rolling strokes that kept him buried to the hilt on every pass. The angle from behind made everything feel fuller. His hand slid down her stomach and settled between her legs, two fingers framing the place where he stretched her open, feeling himself move in and out of her.They stayed like that for a long

The humid summer night wrapped itself around the Voss estate like a secret that refused to stay hidden. Lanterns glowed along the long driveway and across the sprawling marble terraces, casting golden light over guests dressed in designer gowns and tailored suits. Laughter and clinking glasses floated on the thick air, but Freya Voss felt none of it. Her pulse was already racing for an entirely different reason. She stepped out of the black town car, the thin white sundress clinging to her body from the moment the warm breeze touched her skin. At twenty-two, Freya had grown into a woman who turned heads without trying. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the delicate fabric, nipples already tightening from the humid night and the knowledge of who waited inside. The dress hugged her narrow waist before flaring over wide hips and thick, smooth thighs. Her dark wavy hair tumbled loosely down her back, a few strands sticking to the nape of her neck. She looked innocent. She was any

Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the Voss dining room the next morning, too bright, too normal for the sin that had taken place just floors above it hours earlier. Freya sat across from her father, pushing eggs around her plate while trying to ignore the delicious ache between her legs. Every shift in her chair reminded her of Draven — how deep he’d gone, how hard he’d fucked her, how he’d filled her until his cum had leaked down her thighs on the way back to her bed. Victor Voss looked every bit the successful businessman in his crisp shirt, reading the financial papers while sipping coffee. “Glad you’re home, sweetheart. The house has been too quiet without you.” Freya forced a smile. “Missed you too, Dad.” The words tasted like ash. Guilt twisted in her stomach, but it wasn’t enough to drown the thrill still humming under her skin. The French doors opened. Draven walked in like he belonged there — because he did. Freshly showered, wearing a charcoal suit that hugged

The weekend arrived like a storm cloud on the horizon — heavy, inevitable, and full of dangerous promise. Victor had decided to host a small, intimate gathering at the estate: just a few close business associates, their wives, and of course, Draven and Lila. Freya knew it was going to be hell. Watching Draven play the devoted husband while she carried the memory of his cum inside her from the night before was going to test every ounce of her control. She spent the afternoon in her room, trying on dresses and hating all of them. Nothing felt right. Nothing could hide the marks Draven had left on her body — the faint bite on her inner thigh, the fingerprint bruises on her hips. She finally settled on a deep emerald green cocktail dress that hugged her curves and made her full breasts look incredible. It was risky. It was perfect. When she descended the grand staircase that evening, the low hum of conversation from the main salon faltered for a moment. Heads turned. But the only gaze

The near-miss in the pool house lingered like smoke in the air for days afterward. Every shared glance with Draven carried an extra layer of electricity now — the knowledge that they had almost been caught only made the pull between them stronger, more addictive. Freya moved through the mansion like a woman living two lives: the dutiful daughter who laughed with her father over dinner, and the secret lover who snuck into shadowed corners to be fucked senseless by the one man she could never have. Draven was losing his careful control too. His texts became bolder, more frequent. *I can still taste you on my tongue. Need to be inside you again.* *Tonight. Your room. Leave the door unlocked.* He watched her during family meals with dark, heated eyes that made her thighs clench under the table. The guilt was there, always, but it was getting quieter, drowned out by the roar of need. One Thursday afternoon, Victor left for a three-day business trip to Chicago. The house felt bigger, the