All Chapters of Forbidden Lust: My Father-in-law: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sophia had always been a snake.Lila knew it, but she never expected the bite to come so soon.The next afternoon, Victor had pulled her into the master bedroom while Richard was on a conference call downstairs and Damien was out on the grounds. They were supposed to be quick — just his hand down her shorts, two fingers buried deep while he growled filthy things against her neck. But it turned hungry fast. Clothes hit the floor. Victor had her bent over the edge of his massive bed, cock slamming into her from behind, when the door swung open without a knock.Sophia stood there in a silk robe that barely covered her ass, phone in hand, eyes wide with triumphant shock before narrowing into something venomous.“Well, well,” she purred, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “I fucking knew it. The way you two have been eye-fucking each other since Lila got home. And now this? Daddy’s best friend balls-deep in his precious daughter.”Victor didn’t pull out. He stayed buried insi

Damien had been circling like a shark for days.He cornered Lila in the upstairs hallway the next morning while Richard was in his office and Victor was on a call. His hand pressed against the wall beside her head, trapping her.“You can keep pretending, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “But I know exactly what Victor’s been doing to you. The way you walk after he’s had you. The marks he leaves. I want a taste. One night. Or I start dropping hints to Richard about how close his best friend has gotten to his little girl.”Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs. “You’re bluffing.”Damien’s smile was sharp. “Am I? I’ve got my own photos now. Try me.”Before she could respond, heavy footsteps echoed. Victor appeared at the end of the hall like a force of nature. His eyes took in the scene — Damien too close, Lila’s tense posture — and something snapped.In seconds, Victor had Damien slammed against the opposite wall, forearm pressed hard across his throat. “Touch her agai

The mansion had become a powder keg, and they were playing with matches.Richard’s return had turned every stolen moment into Russian roulette. Lila knew they were pushing their luck too far, but the fear only seemed to make Victor more insatiable — and her more addicted. That night, after everyone had gone to bed, his text lit up her phone: *My room. Ten minutes. Don’t wear anything under that slip.*She should have ignored it. Instead, she tiptoed down the long hallway in the thin silk slip, bare underneath, her pussy already aching and wet with anticipation.The second she slipped inside Victor’s master suite, he locked the door and was on her like a starving animal. His big hands shoved the slip up around her waist as he lifted her, pinning her back against the heavy wooden door. Her legs wrapped around his hips instinctively.“No time for teasing tonight,” he growled against her mouth, freeing his thick, rock-hard cock. “Need to be inside you.”He thrust up into her soaked pussy

The mansion felt hollow after the war.Richard’s departure still echoed — the slammed door, the screech of tires on the gravel driveway, the final devastated look he’d given Lila like she had died in front of him. Sophia had followed like the venomous shadow she was, spitting threats about ruining reputations. Damien had slipped away into the night with nothing but a dark, calculating smirk. Elena had taken the staff and left for the week, leaving the sprawling lakeside estate eerily silent except for the gentle lap of water against the private dock.It was just Victor and Lila now.They stood on the wide master balcony overlooking the moonlit lake, the cool breeze carrying the scent of pine and water. Lila still wore the torn dress from the confrontation, the fabric ripped and stained with the evidence of what they had done on her father’s desk. Victor stepped behind her, his massive 6’4 frame enveloping her smaller body as he wrapped strong arms around her waist and pulled her back

The first rays of morning light filtered through the heavy silk curtains of Aurora Sinclair’s bedroom. She stirred slowly, her body aching in the most delicious and sinful ways. Every shift of her hips sent a reminder between her legs — a deep, tender soreness that made her cheeks flush even though she was alone.She sat up, wincing slightly, and touched her neck. The marks were there. Dark hickeys and the faint imprint of teeth. Jax had claimed her last night like a man possessed, and her body still carried the evidence.“Shit…” she whispered, rushing to her mirror.There was no hiding all of them. Three prominent marks on her neck and collarbone, plus more scattered across her breasts and inner thighs. She quickly chose a high-necked blouse and applied extra concealer, her heart racing the entire time.What had she done?She had let her father’s most dangerous enforcer fuck her raw against the hallway wall — and she had loved every brutal second of it.A knock on her door made her j