FORBIDDEN LUST: MY FATHER-IN-LAW

Chapter 7

Bella slipped back into the master bedroom just as the first hints of dawn crept through the heavy curtains. Her legs were shaky, her nightdress clinging to her damp skin. Between her thighs, Jax’s c*m was still leaking slowly, warm and thick, coating her swollen p***y lips and inner thighs. Every step reminded her of how thoroughly he had ruined her—three shattering orgasms, his massive c**k stretching her in ways Julian never had, his hand around her throat as he claimed her.

She glanced at her husband’s sleeping form. Julian lay on his back, mouth slightly open, snoring softly. The same man who had rolled off her after two pathetic minutes the night before. The same man who had been texting her sister about f*****g her for hours.

*He deserves every drop of your c*m inside me,* she thought, a dark thrill twisting in her belly.

Bella cleaned up as best she could in the bathroom, wincing at the delicious soreness. A faint bruise was already forming on her inner thigh where Jax had gripped her. She changed into fresh panties and a silk robe, then slid into bed beside Julian like the dutiful wife she no longer was.

Sleep came in restless fragments, filled with echoes of Jax’s growl: *This married p***y belongs to me.*

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Morning sunlight flooded the kitchen. Bella moved mechanically, pouring coffee while her body hummed with leftover pleasure. Julian came down first, already scrolling through his phone, barely glancing at her.

“Morning,” he mumbled, kissing her cheek out of habit. “Busy day. Might be home late again.”

Bella forced a smile. “Of course.”

Jax entered moments later, filling the room with his commanding presence. He wore a tailored black shirt that stretched across his broad chest, salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styled. His eyes locked onto Bella immediately, dark and knowing. She felt her n*****s tighten beneath her robe.

Breakfast was agony wrapped in civility. Julian droned on about work while Jax offered occasional advice in that low, authoritative voice that made Bella’s core clench. Every time Jax looked at her, heat pooled between her legs. She crossed her thighs tightly, remembering how his thick c**k had felt buried to the hilt.

When Julian finally left for the office, the air in the mansion shifted.

Jax didn’t even wait for the front door to close completely. He rose from the table, stalked over to Bella, and backed her against the kitchen counter. His big hand slid under her robe, cupping her p***y through the thin panties.

“Still dripping my c*m, aren’t you?” he murmured against her ear, voice rough. “Good girl. But I need more.”

Bella whimpered, hips rocking against his palm. “Jax… we shouldn’t… not here…”

But she was already wet again. Soaking.

He kissed her hard, claiming her mouth the way he had claimed her body the night before. Then he pulled back, eyes blazing. “My study. Ten minutes. Don’t make me wait.”

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Bella lasted five.

She slipped into Jax’s study, heart pounding. He was already waiting, leaning against his desk with his belt undone. The moment the door clicked shut, he was on her.

He shoved her robe open and ripped her panties down her legs in one brutal motion. Lifting her onto the edge of the desk, he spread her thighs wide and buried two thick fingers inside her without warning.

“f**k, still so full of me,” he groaned, pumping slowly, curling against that spot that made her see stars. “This greedy little cunt is addicted already, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Bella gasped, head falling back. “God, yes, Daddy…”

The word slipped out naturally now. Jax’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. He freed his massive c**k—thick, veined, and rock hard—and rubbed the swollen head up and down her slick folds.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Daddy… f**k me. I need your c**k. Julian could never—”

Jax slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying every inch. Bella cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched her open. He f****d her hard and deep right there on the desk, the heavy wooden surface creaking beneath them. The wet, obscene sounds of her soaked p***y filled the room with every brutal stroke.

“That’s it,” he growled, one hand wrapping around her throat while the other pinched her n****e. “Take every inch like the filthy w***e you are for me. This p***y was made for my c**k, not my useless son’s.”

Bella moaned loudly, legs locked around his waist. Pleasure built fast and violent. He pounded into her relentlessly, hips slapping against her ass, balls smacking her skin. She came hard, p***y clenching and gushing around him, but Jax didn’t slow. He flipped her over the desk, bending her forward, and drove back in from behind.

“Say it,” he demanded, spanking her ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Tell Daddy who owns this married cunt now.”

“You do!” she sobbed, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “I’m yours, Daddy—only yours!”

He reached around and rubbed her c**t roughly, f*****g her even harder. Bella came again, screaming into her arm, her whole body shaking. Jax buried himself deep and roared, flooding her with another massive load of hot c*m. He kept thrusting through it, pushing it deeper, breeding her as if he could get her pregnant right there on his desk.

They stayed locked together, panting. Jax kissed the back of her neck possessively.

“You’re never going back to him,” he whispered. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. Fill this belly with my child—”

Footsteps.

Heavy, familiar footsteps coming down the hallway.

“ Bella? You in here? I forgot my damn laptop.”

Julian’s voice. Right outside the study door.

Bella froze, terror flooding her veins. Jax was still buried deep inside her, his c**k twitching with the last spurts of c*m. Her robe was open, panties around one ankle, the desk covered in the evidence of their sin. A soft, wet sound escaped as he shifted slightly.

The doorknob rattled....