The Billionaire's Filthy Forgiveness

17: Shower S*x to Explosive Leaked DNA Test Result

Lilian ~

We're finally back in the hotel room and the door barely clicks shut before I feel how heavy the air is. Edwin doesn't say a single word. He just drops his jacket on the chair like it weighs a ton, shoulders rounded, eyes on the carpet. The man who stood on that podium today and spoke like steel is gone. What's left is someone who's been punched in the soul too many times in one day.

I hate seeing him like this.

I hate even more that I can't fix it with words.

So I don't try.

I walk straight into the bathroom, kick off my shoes, turn the shower on hot. Steam starts rising fast. I strip quick - dress, bra, panties hitting the tile in a damp pile. The water hits my skin and I let my head fall back under the spray. Eyes closed. Trying to wash away Mitchell's voice still screaming in my ears. The baby's cry. The cameras. The word *w***e* that keeps echoing even though I told myself it doesn't stick anymore.

I hear the door open behind me.

Edwin.

He doesn't speak. Just steps in fully clothed at first, then I hear the wet slap of shirt and pants hitting the floor. Next second his arms wrap around me from behind. Strong. Tight.

His mouth finds my neck first. Then lower. He turns me around slow. Water streams down his face, dark hair plastered to his forehead. He looks wrecked and beautiful at the same time. His lips close over one n****e - hard suck, almost desperate. Teeth graze just enough to make me gasp. Then the other. His hands slide down my sides, thumbs pressing into my hips like he's anchoring himself.

He drops to his knees right there on the wet tile.

No warning. No tease.

He lifts my left leg, hooks it over his shoulder. Water pours over us both. His mouth is on me before I can even catch my breath - tongue flat and hungry, licking straight up my slit. I grab his hair with both hands. My back hits the cold wall. A moan rips out of me, loud, ugly, real.

"Edwin…"

He doesn't answer with words. Just groans against my p***y like he's starving. Tongue circles my c**t fast, then slow, then fast again. Sucking hard.

I'm dripping. Not just from the shower. Slick runs down his wrist. He licks it up like he can't get enough. My hips buck against his face. Can't help it. Don't want to.

"Right there… don't stop… please…"

He growls. The sound vibrates straight through my c**t. Fingers pump faster. Tongue relentless. My legs start trembling bad.

I come hard - back arching off the wall, mouth open in a silent scream that turns loud a second later. Thighs clamp around his head. Body jerks like I got shocked.

He stands up. Kisses me deep. His c**k is rock-hard against my stomach, thick. He grabs my ass with both hands, lifts me easy. My legs wrap around his waist automatically.

He doesn't wait.

One hard thrust and he's buried inside me. All the way. Stretching me open. Filling every inch. I cry out into his mouth. Nails rake down his back. He starts f*****g me against the wall - deep, punishing strokes. Water splashes everywhere. My head knocks the tile but I don't care.

"Harder," I gasp against his lips. "f**k me harder… please…"

He does.

Each slam shoves the air out of my lungs. One hand grips my thigh so tight. The other fists my wet hair, yanks my head back so he can look at my face while he ruins me.

He carries me out of the shower like that - still inside me, still thrusting shallow. Water drips off us in rivers. He drops me on the bed. Sheets soak instantly. Flips me over rough. Face down. Ass up.

He slams back in from behind. Deeper angle now. Hits places that make stars burst behind my eyes. One hand presses between my shoulder blades, pinning me down. The other grips my hip, yanking me back onto his c**k every time he thrusts.

"Take it," he grunts. "Every f*****g inch."

I do. Push back greedy. Moaning into the pillow. My p***y sucking him in, his balls slapping my c**t. Sweat mixes with shower water on my back. He leans over me, his hand snakes under me. Fingers find my c**t. Rubs fast, messy circles. Too much pressure. Too good.

I shatter.

Screaming his name into the mattress. p***y clamping down hard. Pulsing. Milking him. Legs shaking so bad I almost collapse.

He f***s me through it - faster, harder, chasing his own. Groans turn broken. Desperate.

"Lilian… f**k… I'm gonna..."

"Do it," I pant. "Come inside me… fill me up…"

Cock jerks. Hot spurts flood me. Pulse after pulse.

For a minute it's just breathing. Wet skin sticking. Hearts slowing together.

Then his phone buzzes.

Once. Twice. Three times. Insistent.

He tenses.

I feel dread crawl up my spine before he even reaches for it.

He unlocks the screen.

I see his face change.

Eyes widen. Jaw drops. Color drains.

"No…"

He turns the phone toward me.

It's everywhere already.

A leaked "DNA test result" - official letterhead, lab logo, bold text screaming **PATERNITY PROBABILITY: 99.98%**

Edwin Pearse listed as father.

Baby's name: Edwin Pearse Jr.

Then the statement from Mitchell, posted on every major blog, every gossip site, her verified socials, even crossposted to company-adjacent channels.

*"I tried to handle this privately, but I'm being threatened and silenced. I will protect my child at all costs."*

BOOM.

Outside, notifications keep pinging. Faster now. Frenzy speed. Twitter. i********:. News alerts. Blogs. Reddit threads already popping up.

"CEO denies love-child, then DNA proves otherwise"

"Pearse's side-chick humiliated as baby mama wins"

"Is the office affair girl the real villain?"

They flip so fast.

Yesterday I was the brilliant consultant who saved jobs. Today I'm the homewrecker. The bully. The woman threatening a helpless mother and newborn.

Edwin drops the phone on the bed like it's poison.

We're both naked. Sticky. Still smelling like s*x. But the heat between us is gone. Replaced by something cold. Heavy. Terrifying.

Right now, Edwin's phone rings nonstop - board members, lawyers, media. Legal threat incoming.

***

Is the DNA test real… or a setup?

How did Mitchell get a 99.98% match so fast?

It's going to be much more explosive.