Forbidden Lust My: Father-in-law

No Turning Back

Bella couldn’t sit still. Scarlett’s visit had left a sour taste in her mouth that no amount of wine could wash away. She paced the master bedroom, replaying every word her sister had said. The too-easy smiles. The casual defense of Julian. The way she spoke about him like she knew things Bella didn’t.

Her body still carried the evidence of what she’d done with Jax earlier. Her p***y felt tender and full, a constant reminder of how roughly he had used her on the kitchen island. Every step sent a little thrill through her, mixed with fresh guilt.

She should have been thinking about how to confront Julian. Instead, her mind kept drifting back to Jax’s thick c**k stretching her open, his hand around her throat, his voice calling her his dirty w***e.

“Stop it,” she whispered to herself, pressing her thighs together.

The house was quiet. Julian had texted that he would be home late. Again. Bella walked over to his side of the bed and picked up his phone. Her hands shook as she entered the passcode she wasn’t supposed to know. She told herself she was only looking for more proof about the lingerie. Nothing else.

She opened his messages.

At first, she saw nothing unusual. Work chats. Group threads. Then she tapped into a conversation with an unsaved number.

Her blood turned to ice.

**Unknown:** Baby, I’m still sore from last night. You f****d me so good. When can I have you again?

**Julian:** Tomorrow afternoon. I’ll tell Bella I have a late meeting. Can’t stop thinking about how tight you felt riding me for hours.

**Unknown:** Good. I love when you last long with me. Come f**k me like your wife can’t handle.

Bella’s knees buckled. She sank onto the bed, staring at the screen as message after message loaded. Photos. One of a woman’s bare breasts. Another of red lace panties pulled to the side. They were recent. Very recent.

Tears burned her eyes, but underneath the heartbreak, something darker stirred. Rage. And a twisted sense of freedom.

Her husband was cheating. He was giving some other woman the long, hard f*****g he never gave her. While she lay there night after night, faking satisfaction after his two-minute performances.

The phone buzzed in her hand with a new message.

**Unknown:** I miss your c**k already. Can’t wait to drain you again tomorrow.

Bella’s grip tightened until her knuckles turned white. She took screenshots of everything, then carefully deleted the evidence of her snooping and put the phone back exactly as she found it.

She sat there for a long time, breathing hard. The tears came, but they didn’t last. What replaced them was heat. A burning need to feel wanted. To feel *f****d*.

She found herself walking down the hallway toward Jax’s private study before she could talk herself out of it.

The door was slightly ajar. She pushed it open.

Jax sat behind his large mahogany desk, reviewing documents. The moment he saw her, his eyes darkened with hunger. He leaned back in his chair, looking every bit the powerful patriarch.

“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” he said, voice low and rough.

Bella closed the door behind her and locked it. “I need you.”

Jax stood up slowly and rounded the desk. He towered over her, his presence overwhelming. “Tell me what you need, Bella.”

She looked up at him, voice barely above a whisper. “I need you to f**k me like you own me. Hard. Rough. Until I can’t think about anything else.”

A dangerous smile spread across his face. He grabbed her by the throat and pulled her into a bruising kiss. His tongue claimed her mouth as he backed her against the wall. In seconds, he had her dress shoved up around her waist and her panties ripped down her legs.

“Such a needy little slut,” he growled against her lips. “Your husband doesn’t know how to handle this p***y, does he?”

“No,” she moaned as his thick fingers plunged inside her. “He doesn’t.”

Jax f****d her with his fingers mercilessly, curling them against her G-spot while his thumb rubbed her c**t. Bella came within minutes, shaking and crying out his name.

But he wasn’t done.

He spun her around, bent her over his desk, and kicked her legs apart. The sound of his belt hitting the floor made her p***y clench with anticipation. He rubbed the thick head of his c**k along her soaked slit, teasing her.

“Beg for Daddy’s cock.”

“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered, pushing back against him. “f**k me. Ruin me.”

Jax slammed into her in one powerful thrust. Bella screamed at the stretch, her walls gripping every thick inch. He didn’t hold back. He f****d her like he hated her, hard and deep, his hips slapping against her ass with every brutal stroke.

He wrapped her long hair around his fist and yanked her head back. “This p***y is mine now. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she gasped. “All yours.”

His hand came down hard on her ass, spanking her repeatedly as he pounded into her. The sting mixed with pleasure until she was sobbing with it. He reached around and choked her lightly, cutting off just enough air to make her vision blur with ecstasy.

“You’re going to take every drop of Daddy’s c*m,” he snarled. “I’m going to fill this married cunt until it’s overflowing.”

Bella came again, harder than before, her p***y spasming violently around his c**k. Jax roared and buried himself to the hilt, pumping thick ropes of hot c*m deep inside her. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing it deeper, marking her completely.

When he finally pulled out, his c*m dripped down her thighs. He turned her around and kissed her slowly this time, almost tenderly.

“You’re mine, Bella,” he said against her lips. “Don’t forget that.”

She nodded, still dazed and leaking his seed.

Later that evening, after cleaning up and changing, Bella sat alone in the bedroom again. The screenshots from Julian’s phone burned in her mind. She opened her gallery and looked at them once more.

The unknown number.

The filthy messages.

The photos.

Her stomach twisted as she zoomed in on one of the pictures the woman had sent. A familiar delicate gold necklace rested between the woman’s breasts.

Bella’s heart stopped.

She owned the exact same necklace.

Scarlett had borrowed it two weeks ago.