FORBIDDEN LUST: MY FATHER-IN-LAW

Chapter 8

The doorknob rattled again, sharper this time. Bella’s heart slammed against her ribs so hard she thought it might crack. Jax was still balls-deep inside her, thick and pulsing, his c*m already starting to leak around where they were joined. Her robe hung open, t**s out, ass pressed against the edge of the desk like a cheap w***e. One wrong move and Julian would walk in on his wife getting wrecked by his own father.

“Jax—” she breathed, pure panic in her voice.

He clamped a big hand over her mouth, eyes blazing with something dark and thrilled. His c**k twitched hard inside her.

Then Julian’s phone rang right outside the door—loud, insistent.

“f**k,” Julian muttered, voice muffled. “Yeah? ... I’m on my way back, I forgot the damn laptop. ... What? Now? Alright, fine. I’ll handle it from the car.”

Footsteps retreated down the hall. Fast. Distracted. Gone.

Bella sagged against the desk, trembling. But Jax didn’t pull out. If anything, he sank deeper, grinding slow and filthy.

“You almost got caught with Daddy’s c**k stretching this married p***y,” he growled low against her ear, voice rough as gravel. “You feel how wet you got when he was right there? Greedy little slut.”

She whimpered into his palm, shame and adrenaline twisting into something filthy hot in her belly. Her p***y clenched hard around him. Jax chuckled darkly and started f*****g her again—deep, punishing strokes that made the desk creak.

“Quiet,” he warned, hand still over her mouth. “Unless you want my son to hear what a real man sounds like ruining his wife.”

Bella came without warning, eyes rolling back, body shaking violently as fresh waves of pleasure ripped through her. Jax rode her through it, hips snapping harder, chasing his own release. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded again, flooding her already soaked cunt until she felt bloated with it.

Only then did he pull out. Thick ropes of c*m dripped down her thighs onto the floor. He turned her around, kissed her slow and possessive, thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip.

“You’re mine now, Bella. Every f*****g inch. And you love how wrong it is.”

She nodded, dazed, still catching her breath. “I do.”

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The rest of the day passed in a haze of stolen glances and aching need. Julian came home earlier than expected but barely looked at her—mumbling something about work stress before disappearing into his office. Bella watched him from the hallway, the taste of Jax still on her tongue, his c*m still leaking into her fresh panties.

She couldn’t stop replaying it. The terror. The thrill. How much wetter she’d gotten when Julian was inches away from catching them.

*He’s out there f*****g some low life and I’m the one who feels guilty? f**k that.*

Late afternoon, while Julian was on another call, Bella slipped outside to the garden to clear her head. That’s when Luna found her.

The maid carried a basket of fresh linens, but her eyes were sharp. She glanced back toward the house before speaking softly.

“Mrs. Voss… I’ve seen things. Mr. Julian and your sister Scarlett. They’ve been using the guest house a lot lately. Not very careful about it.”

Bella’s stomach dropped. “How long?”

Luna hesitated, then shrugged. “Long enough. I can help you see for yourself… if you want the truth.”

Bella stared at her for a long moment. The old Bella would have cried, denied it, tried to fix things. The new one—the one still sore from Jax’s c**k—felt something colder settle in her chest.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “I want the truth. All of it.”

Luna nodded once. “I’ll let you know when it happens again.”

As the maid walked away, Bella’s phone buzzed. A text from Jax.

**My room. Tonight. Bring that tight little cunt dripping for me.**

She squeezed her thighs together, feeling fresh wetness mix with his c*m.

This was only getting started.

And for the first time, she wasn't scared ......