The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Too Late [E]

Christine stared with panicked, helpless round eyes, her light-colored pupils reflecting his silhouette.

Adrian turned his head to look at her. Under the dim yellow car lights, his pupils seemed to burn with silent cold flames. Then, three fingers gripped his collar as he yanked off his tie with force.

“Don’t remember?”

This was his final ultimatum.

Christine stared at the tie in his hand, her heart skipping a beat as hazy memories flooded back. She instinctively leaned toward the car door, but before she could move an inch, his large hand reached out. One pull forward, one push down, and she was forced to kneel on the floor, facing his spread legs. The next moment, he gripped her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes.

James had adjusted the passenger seat forward before getting out, making the back seat spacious. Now, Christine knelt between Adrian’s thighs with nowhere to escape.

This position and location were all too familiar to Christine. Adrian had taken her once before in the car, in the mansion’s underground garage. She remembered how he’d asked if she was afraid of him that day.

With nowhere to run, not knowing what had angered him, she could only force herself to look up at the man towering over her and whisper timidly, “…Brother.”

Adrian remained silent, pushing her head down. Only then did Christine realize his arousal was already burning hot against her cheek through his suit pants. The heat made her tremble instinctively.

In panic, she tried to look up, but his deep voice came from above: “Right here. Use your mouth.”

“If you can’t make it happen, I’ll fuck you senseless.”

His tone was ice-cold, but the words exploded like thunder in her ears.

He was fully aroused.

“No, don’t…”

Christine tried to stand up and struggled to move back, but Adrian’s large hand firmly gripped the back of her head, preventing her from lifting it. The next second, he undid his belt with his other hand, pulled it down, and his thick, long cock sprang out, hitting Christine’s cheek, even reaching her eyelashes.

Christine stared at it in shock. It had been over two months since she had been with Adrian, but her body still remembered the pleasure, the pain, and the ecstasy of his cock inside her.

She froze for a few seconds, then turned her face away, unwilling to look at it anymore.

Adrian looked down at her, seeing the smooth and tender skin of her cheek contrasting with his grotesquely erect, hot cock. She turned her head, her eyes slightly lowered, long hair partially covering her face, which was flushed pink from the car’s air conditioning.

Her expression was filled with forbearance, stubbornness…and resentment.

His cock was right in front of her. Christine didn’t want to speak to resist anymore. She bit her lip, so Adrian grabbed her jaw and cheek with one hand, forcefully turning her face towards his cock. The hot organ then hit her cheek. He was fully hard, his cock bouncing from her nose down to her lips, roughly rubbing against her nose and the corner of her mouth.

Christine’s face was pinched painfully by Adrain’s large hand. She didn’t dare or want to open her mouth, her eyes slightly closed from the overwhelming scent of his pheromones. Fluids leaked from the tip of his cock, dripping onto her lips, and the salty, pungent taste seeped into her tightly closed mouth.

They remained in a tense standoff in the silent car for a few seconds, until Adrian tightened his grip, causing Christine to wince in pain and involuntarily open her mouth.

As soon as her lips parted slightly, emitting a cry of pain, Adrian’s cock brutally thrust into her mouth. His large hand gripped the back of her head, forcing her to take it all in. The next second, his cock began to thrust deeply into her mouth.

Christine’s mouth was instantly filled with his thick, long cock, as if a metal rod was pounding straight into the back of her head. She rolled her eyes back, instinctively trying to moan, but her throat was invaded by the huge head of his cock, rendering her helpless. She could only tremble as the salty, pungent prostate fluid flooded her throat.

Soon, the violent thrusting made her feel nauseous, but Adrian didn’t even give her time to swallow. If she tried to pull her head back even slightly, it resulted in a harder push against the back of her head.

Quickly, saliva mixed with other fluids dripped from the corners of her mouth, making her chin wet and sticky.

He seemed to be enjoying, so he placed both hands on the back of her head and pressed down hard, burying her entire face in his suit pants and underwear. He thrust his hips rapidly, fucking her mouth with force.

Christine’s entire face was buried in the man’s crotch, senses overwhelmed by the hot, brutal pheromones. Her tender cheeks and nose were rubbed raw by the fabric of his underwear and his body hair. Her ears were filled with the sound of her mouth being fucked, and nose instinctively tried to breathe, only inhaling his scorching body scent.

She thought she was going to die.

Adrian fucked her mouth like this for about five minutes, until she couldn’t take it anymore. Tears streamed down her face, and she let out muffled groans of pain, struggling to push his thighs away.

The man finally pulled his cock out of her mouth slightly, allowing her to lift her head and look into his eyes. His gray irises were cold and predatory, like lifeless metal. They stared at each other for a few seconds before he suddenly released her.

Adrian’s cock pulled out of her mouth, leaving Christine kneeling on the floor, retching and coughing. Her face was covered in tears, her hair stuck to her cheeks, and her chin and the corners of her mouth were wet with saliva.

She thought the ordeal was over, but then she heard the sound of a belt buckle.

Christine looked up in panic, realizing that his cock was still rock hard, standing erect with no sign of release.

The next moment, her hands, which had been resting on the man’s legs, were grabbed and pinned down. The rough movement made her cry out softly. Christine instinctively tried to pull back, attempting to escape his grip, but there was nowhere to go—the seat behind her left her trapped. The cold leather belt bound her wrists tightly, and the man yanked her hair, forcing her to stand with her hands clasped behind her head, her head pressing against the roof of the car.

Then, he began to pull at her long skirt.

“No, don’t do this, please, please… Adrian, brother!”

Christine cried out in terror, her limbs flailing. She realized that Adrian was serious—he really intended to fuck her right there.

“I—I’m pregnant, you can’t, you really can’t… please… I’m scared…”

She begged desperately, her voice hoarse and dry from being fucked. She shook her head, eyes welling up with fresh tears, pleading with him as his hands slipped under her skirt, reaching for her inner thighs.

Adrian’s expression remained unchanged, but his large hand forcefully ripped her underwear, the fabric tearing with a loud sound.

hen, he pressed his index finger against her pussy lips, lightly brushing them, and found them already wet.

Christine let out a shocked cry as he touched her. The man withdrew his hand and held it in front of her face, showing her the wetness on his fingertip.

“Scared?” he asked coldly, his voice tinged with mockery.

Christine’s body trembled as she looked at the wetness on his finger. Her face flushed with embarrassment. Adrian’s cock had just been in her mouth for five minutes, but she was so wet down below.

She hadn’t expected that after just two weeks of being fucked by him, her body would react so strongly, her upper mouth sucking his cock could lead to her downward mouth… so wet.

“I, I…” Christine stammered, unable to find the words. She looked up, her eyes red with tears, lips swollen from the cock rubbing against them. “I’m sorry, please don’t do this. I’m- I’m terribly sorry. I said the wrong thing, I apologize. I won’t say anything like that again, okay?”

Adrain didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted his wet fingers, coated with her juices, and pushed them into her slightly open mouth.

“Lick them clean,” he commanded coldly, as if unaffected by desire.

This time, Christine didn’t dare to resist. She wasn’t sure what Adrian’s attitude was, but her mind was filled with the urge to please him, to make him not angry, not to fuck her. So, she obediently opened her mouth and took his fingers in, licking them clean of her own juices.

Her tongue, which had just serviced his thick cock, now wrapped around his fingers. His fingers were much thinner than his cock, but her mouth still made sucking sounds, as if she were savoring something irresistible. From Adrian’s perspective, he could see her eyelashes lowered shyly, and upon closer inspection, tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the dried tear tracks already there.

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on her cheek, asking, “What did you say wrong?”

Christine had no idea what she had said wrong, but she knew she couldn’t handle Adrian’s anger. She was willing to admit to anything, to never say another word to him again. Her mind was a blur of tension, and she suddenly remembered the last time the man had been angry—it was when he returned from Tokyo.

She didn’t know the reason for his anger that night, only that she had almost been fucked to death.

“Every… every word,” Christine took a deep breath and nodded in resignation. “Every word was wrong.”

The man’s gray eyes stared at her, as if contemplating. Before she could catch her breath, Adrian suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her to face him, their noses almost touching.

She had never been this close to Adrian before; his cold, bottomless eyes filled her vision, as if she were about to be sucked in.

Christine was too scared to breathe or even blink, her body trembling as she looked into his deep, narrow eyes, waiting for his response.

“Too late,” he pronounced without emotion.