All Chapters of Lust for My Father-in-Law: The Plus-Size Secretary: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“I don’t want to think about it right now. Right now I just need your warmth, Daddy.”Nathaniel looked at me in the dark, his sharp eyes still half-asleep but already burning with lust.His hand tightened on my waist, fingers digging into my flesh as if he were afraid I might disappear.“Say it again,” he said.“Daddy… I need you now. Make me forget everything tonight.”He didn’t wait. His mouth crashed against mine roughly, tongue pushing inside without any preamble.I moaned into the kiss, letting him swallow every remaining sob. Nathaniel’s hand slid lower, squeezing my ass hard, then pulled my leg up to wrap around his waist. The silk sheets shifted, and I felt his bare skin press against my body, which was covered only by a thin T-shirt.“You came here like this,” he murmured between kisses, his fingers already slipping under the shirt, touching the skin of my stomach still wet with tears. “No panties. Did you plan this, baby?”I shook my head, but my body betrayed me. My inner t

Derek stood at the doorway with tear-filled eyes. His voice cracked as the question came out."Why? Out of all the men, why did it have to be my father?"Nathaniel was still inside me. He didn't rush to pull out. He just let out a soft sigh, then slowly withdrew, letting the remnants of his semen trickle thinly down my inner thigh. He straightened his shirt with a casual movement, as if he'd just finished a boring business meeting rather than fucking his daughter-in-law in front of his own son.I got down from the desk with legs that were still trembling. I didn't rush to cover my body. I stood naked from the waist up, my pencil skirt still rolled at my waist, my stockings torn at the crotch, my chest heaving from unstable breaths. I looked at Derek directly, without shame.Derek stepped inside. He slammed the door shut until it boomed. His hands clenched at his sides. His face was crimson, veins bulging in his neck."You... you're both insane! Father! You... you touched my wife?! On

Not long after, the sound of a car was heard in the front yard. I recognized the engine. My father always drove his black car the same way fast, firm, never hesitant. Derek smiled faintly, as if he'd already won something. He walked toward the window, looked down, then turned to me."Your father is here. Get ready to be humiliated in front of your own parent."I didn't answer. I just smoothed my hair with my fingers, took a deep breath, and stood straight in the middle of the messy room.A few minutes later, heavy footsteps were heard on the stairs. The bedroom door was pushed open without a knock.Harisson Voss stood at the threshold. His gray suit was still neat, his tie loose, his usually calm face now tense. His eyes immediately took in the state of the room the open window, the broken glass then his gaze dropped to the back garden where two broken suitcases and my clothes were scattered like garbage.He was shocked. I saw it clearly in his eyes. A deep shock, mixed with anger tha

Author's Pov.Inside the mansion that suddenly felt too large and too quiet, the two men faced each other in the main living room. The crystal chandelier above was still brightly lit, reflecting light onto the gleaming marble floor, as if indifferent to the destruction that had just occurred upstairs.Nathaniel stood near the large window, hands in his pants pockets, shoulders straight. His eyes stared sharply at Derek, who stood a few steps in front of him. That gaze was cold, deep, and calculating—the gaze of a man accustomed to crushing business rivals without needing to raise his voice.Derek didn't back down. He stared back with his chin raised, jaw hardened. Fear was not visible in his eyes. Only anger and something darker: the awareness that they were both equally dirty."You're looking at me as if I'm the only guilty one here. But you are too. You slept with my wife. So don't pretend to be the judge," Derek said.Nathaniel didn't answer immediately. He just took a slow breath,

The next day, at exactly nine o'clock, the main meeting room on the top floor of the Whitmore Group building was full. Twelve board of directors seats were occupied. Several major shareholders attended via video conference on the large screen at the end of the room.Nathaniel entered last. He wore a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, a neat black tie, his face calm as usual. He sat at the head of the table without excessive greetings."This emergency meeting was called because there are two important matters that need to be resolved today. First, last quarter's financial report. Second, an internal issue that can no longer be postponed."Derek sat on the right side of the table, two seats from his father. His suit was neat, but his fingers had been tapping the table since ten minutes ago. His eyes were sharp, ready to pounce. He had prepared everything.As soon as Nathaniel finished speaking, Derek stood up."Before we discuss the numbers, I want to expose something far more important