Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 716

Chapter 716: Thousand Reasons of Wrong (tease r-18)

Her hands fell away like he’d slapped her. She stepped back, wrapped her arms around herself—trying to hold in the tremor, trying to ignore the way her soaked panties clung to her swollen folds, the way her clit pulsed with every heartbeat.

"Ms. Chen," he said quietly, voice low and velvet—a warning wrapped in silk, promising pleasure and ruin.

"You have beautiful eyes," she whispered, desperate deflection, her gaze dropping to his mouth, lingering on his lips as her own parted on a shaky breath. "I mean—you have kind eyes. Dangerous eyes. Both."

"Both," he agreed, voice dropping deeper, eyes darkening as they traced her face, her throat, the stiff peaks of her nipples straining against her top.

The word hung between them. Confirmation. Acknowledgment that they both knew this was lust—raw, forbidden, unstoppable.

"I should let go of you," she said, voice trembling.

"You should."

But she didn’t move. Didn’t step away. Just stood there with her arms wrapped around herself, heart hammering, pussy aching, body screaming for the touch she’d just denied.

The air left her lungs. Because he’d said it. Put words to something she’d been feeling—the desperate, soaking need for him.

"You should go," she whispered, but her eyes stayed locked on his, dark with want. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Should I?"

"Yes." But she didn’t move toward the door. Couldn’t. Just stood there, thighs pressed together to ease the throb, failing. "This is—I don’t know what this is."

"It’s honest." He stayed where he was, but his gaze felt like hands on her skin—stroking, claiming. "For once, someone’s being honest with you instead of careful—honest about wanting to spread you open on this counter and bury my face in your pussy until you scream."

"Honest." She laughed—sharp, almost hysterical, the sound breaking into a soft moan she couldn’t swallow. "You think this is honest? You standing in my kitchen—in my son’s kitchen—looking at me like—" She couldn’t finish.

Couldn’t say it because saying it would make it real.

"Like what?" His voice was soft. Dangerous. A low growl that made her clit pulse.

"Like—" Her voice broke. Her nipples throbbed painfully, her pussy clenched hard, wetness trickling down her thigh. "Like I’m not old enough to be your mother. Like the age difference doesn’t matter. Like there aren’t a thousand reasons this is wrong."

"Are there?" He stepped closer again—close enough that his heat enveloped her, his arousal brushing her belly. "Or are those just rules someone else made that you’ve been following without asking if they actually apply to you—without asking how good it would feel to break them, to let me make you come until you forget every single one?"

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Because she didn’t have an answer that wasn’t a lie—didn’t have words that could hide the way her body was betraying her, nipples stiff and aching against her tank top, pussy throbbing with a slow, insistent heat that made her thighs press together in helpless need.

"You know what I think?" He took another step closer, deliberate, the air between them thickening until it felt like velvet brushing her skin.

She pressed back against the counter behind her—trapped, her ass meeting the cold granite edge, but the shiver that ran through her had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the sudden rush of wetness flooding her panties.

Trapped but not scared. Something else entirely—breathless, desperate, alive.

"I’m sure you’re going to tell me." Defensive now. Fighting. But her voice came out husky, trembling at the edges, her chest rising faster, breasts straining against thin fabric with every shallow inhale.

"I think you’ve been following rules your whole life. Been the good woman. The good mother. The one who sacrifices and smiles and never asks for anything back."

"And I think you’re exhausted. Not just from the shooting. From pretending you don’t feel things you’re not supposed to feel—from pretending your pussy isn’t soaking wet right now because the boy you watched grow up is standing here looking at you like he wants to spread you open on this counter and lick you until you scream your pussy creams."

"Peter—"

Her pussy clenched hard, a fresh wave of wetness soaking through her panties, trickling slow and warm down her inner thigh.

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