The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Phone Call [E]

“Honey, are you feeling unwell?”

Christine was caught off guard by Ethan’s voice.

She was being fucked so hard by Adrian that her eyes rolled back, her head weakly falling backward. Her slender neck squeezed out a desperate, panicked explanation, “No, no, I’m not… it’s not that…”

The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then asked, “…What’s wrong? You don’t sound happy.”

After two months of treatment, Ethan’s condition had improved significantly. He could stay awake for about nine hours a day, even read books and chat with Christine and Rebecca. Although he still needed a ventilator, everything was moving in a positive direction.

Tonight, Rebecca had called Christine, and Ethan was lying beside her, listening. Christine’s hurried, brief responses might fool her mother-in-law, but not her partner who spent every day and night with her.

Ethan vaguely sensed that something was off in her tone and hesitated before asking her about it.

These past few weeks, Christine had been taking care of him and the family, handling everything on her own. Rebecca had been ill and only recently recovered, so she couldn’t help much.

Ethan felt sorry for Christine, knowing she was exhausted but unable to assist her. She was pregnant, after all, and absolutely shouldn’t be carrying all this burden. She needed to rest for herself… and their unborn child.

Unfortunately, Ethan misunderstood the situation—at this moment, his wife was being held and fucked by his own brother, her pussy convulsing with sweats and juices.

Christine bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the chaotic moans and sobs in her mouth. She wanted to beg him not to ask, or to find some excuse to hang up the phone, but she couldn’t do either. The immense despair and physical ecstasy overwhelmed her, making her scalp tingle.

In contrast, Ethan’s voice was so gentle and sincere.

Although his voice didn’t sound as healthy as before, the love and care in his tone reminded her of the happy times before he got sick. This was the softest spot in her heart, and Christine couldn’t just brush it off or ignore him.

So, she lifted her head, pleading with the man who was giving her this torment, hoping he would stop.

He could clearly hear how much his brother loved her.

Adrian leaned down, locking eyes with her. His hair slightly hung down, and his gray eyes were filled with an indifference she couldn’t comprehend, like a winter sea frozen in ice.

A few seconds later, Adrian actually stopped thrusting. With one hand holding the phone in the ongoing call, he gripped her waist with the other, lifting her up so that his heated cockhead paused at the entrance of her wet pussy, like some unresolved threat.

Her entire body was lifted by Adrian to be level with his gaze, their faces inches apart. The man’s sharp, noble features seemed untouched by lust.

Two minutes, he mouthed.

Christine understood; this was the time he was giving her.

In this position, Adrian’s cock, hot and ready, slowly and forcefully rubbed against her quivering, contracting entrance, stimulating her pussy lips. Occasionally, he would push too deep, almost entering her, but then he would steadily pull back, leaving Christine’s pussy dripping with desire.

This tormenting, unfulfilled pleasure was driving her crazy. With time running out, she couldn’t risk Adrian losing control and fucking her senseless. She tightly clasped her bound hands together, slightly shifting her gaze to steady her voice, which came out slightly hoarse. “I… I’m not unhappy. I was just chatting with a friend.”

“That’s good to hear,” Ethan’s gentle laugh came from the other end of the phone.

Christine could almost see his smiling face. The brothers looked so alike that, in a daze, Ethan’s face seemed to overlap with the cold, stern face in front of her.

“I must have been overthinking. Which friend? Is it Rachel? Is she still working at hospital?”

“…Yes, I bumped into her as soon as I entered the supermarket —”

Slap!

Christine’s response was abruptly cut off.

Just as she was getting used to the conversation, Adrian suddenly lowered her waist, using gravity to thrust his hard, ready cock deep inside her!

That’s way less than 2 minutes.

“— Ah, mmmm… ah!!!” Christine instantly cried out in despair, panicking as she couldn’t find anything to cover her mouth. She could do nothing but lean forward, pressing her face into Adrian’s chest, trying to muffle her screams with his clothes.

But it was too late. Her long, restrained scream had already filled the car, and anyone hearing it would know it was the sound of a woman being thoroughly fucked, letting out extreme pleasure. Her entire body tensed up instantly, her pussy clenching tightly, followed by a surge of wetness that splashed onto Adrain’s cock.

She had an orgasm while talking to Ethan on the phone, fucked by Adrian.

During the few seconds of her orgasm, Christine’s mind went blank—first, pleasure exploded like fireworks in her brain, her sensitive body convulsing uncontrollably, as if floating on soft clouds. Then, her rationality plummeted, and fear gripped her downwards to hell:

it was over. Ethan had heard, it’s done, it’s so done…

The nightmare wasn’t over yet. A few seconds later, she heard a brief sound of liquid from her lower body.

Perhaps due to her pregnancy, her pussy was exceptionally uncontrollable, and she had actually been fucked by Adrian to the point of peeing herself. Although it was only a small amount, the liquid, different from her juices, slowly trickled out from where their bodies were joined, dripping onto the car floor.

As the sound of peeing gradually stopped and the afterglow of her orgasm lingered, Christine looked at the phone in Adrian’s hand with a pale face.

However, she saw that the call interface indicated the microphone was muted.

This meant that Ehtan had not heard all her screams and terrible sounds.

Her mind went blank, and her trembling pupils slowly and mechanically turned towards Adrian, who was looking down at her.

The man raised an eyebrow, as if leisurely watching her make a lewd fool. A few seconds later, under Christine’s dazed gaze, Adrian turned off the mute button.

“… Hey, hey, honey, can you hear me? Is the signal bad over there?”

…

The immense shock and sudden orgasm left Christine speechless. Her body instantly went limp, her head hanging weakly as she collapsed into Adrian’s arms, allowing him to manipulate her. Adrian thrust his hips, his cock easily sliding in and out of her soft, wet pussy, each thrust fast and hard, hitting all her sensitive spots.

“Never mind, I just wanted to say, if you’re not feeling well, go home early. I’ll have the housekeeper prepare your favorite foods.”

“Mm, mm…”

Adrian looked at the woman in his arms, who was trembling and hot all over, collapsed on his body as if her bones had been removed, allowing him to fuck her vigorously. She seemed to have lost the ability to judge the situation and could only respond with dream-like, reflexive murmurs.

Seemingly dissatisfied with her perfunctory response, Adrian narrowed his eyes and raised his other hand, the one not holding the phone, and fiercely slapped Christine’s ass.

With a smack, Christine grunted, and Adrian grabbed her waist, forcing her to straighten her body. She seemed to regain her senses from the slap but still hung her head. Then, her shoulders trembled slightly.

Adrian pulled her head back by her hair, forcing her to look at him.

Those eyes, which usually sparkled like peach blossoms, were now closed, and beneath her long lashes, tears streamed down uncontrollably.

She was crying, even though she had already cried so much tonight, she was still heartbroken.

The orgasm had become torture, and overwhelming grief and pain surged through Christine’s body.

She felt so worthless—she loved Ethan so much, and she had always believed in giving her best, her love, and her trust unconditionally to Ethan.

Why did it turn out like this? Why did she have to have sex with another man, making such lewd and shameful sounds… in front of Ethan?

Her tears fell like broken pearls, landing heavily on Adrian’s collar.

Finally, on the verge of breaking down, she managed to say, “The… the signal… is bad…”

“Okay, then go home early, alright?”

Christine couldn’t hold on much longer. She wanted to cry, to moan, to catch her breath, but she didn’t dare make a sound.

In the end, she used what little strength she had left to bite down hard on Adrian’s nearby collar, stuffing the fabric into her mouth to muffle her moans. The cold scent of pine filled her like an invisible net, tightly binding her.

Rebecca’s voice came through the phone again, “Alright, alright, don’t talk to her anymore, she’s still carrying things. Chrissy, go home early and keep warm.”

Then, the call ended with a click.

Finally, the only sounds left in the car were the slapping of flesh and the faint sound of wetness.

Adrian glanced down and saw that she had bitten hard, leaving deep teeth marks on his suit.