The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Bathroom [E]
Currently, Adrian was in the bathroom, while Christine’s parents stood outside the door – one holding a towel, the other a glass of water – looking as attentive as hotel staff.

He had been inside for several minutes without making a sound. Pat was worried and, seeing Christine coming out of Oliver’s room, pulled her daughter aside to ask: “Chrissy, should we go in and help? I’m worried Adrian might have really passed out in there alone.”

Christine knew Adrian’s unpredictable nature and his almost obsessive cleanliness. If he really was drunk, she guessed he absolutely wouldn’t want anyone to see him in that state.

With this in mind, she quickly waved her hand and whispered: “Don’t go in.”

But Adrian seemed to have supernatural hearing. As soon as Christine finished speaking, his voice came through the door: “Christine, come in.”

Christine: “…”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she instinctively looked at her parents. Pat seemed startled too, but then her expression changed to one of understanding as she said he’s calling for you, so don’t just stand there, go in.

“Adrian probably isn’t comfortable with us since we’re not close. He talks to you more often, so you should go help him.”

With that, Pat pushed the water glass and towel into Christine’s hands.

Christine felt even more awkward, but since her parents put it that way, refusing would seem suspicious. She could only lower her head, take the items, and go to open the bathroom door.

“If he’s really drunk, just call out, and we’ll come help,” Pat instructed.

Christine responded with a quick “Mm” and hurried into the bathroom – she absolutely didn’t want to be alone in a room with Adrian, but then she reasoned that with her parents right outside, he couldn’t do anything. Steeling herself, she gathered her courage.

As she entered, Christine carefully closed the door and turned around to see Adrian standing in front of the mirror above the sink, his arms braced against the counter. His arms were tensed, the muscles bulging beneath his white shirt, almost ripping through the black suspenders. The muscles of his back were prominent, rising and falling, making him look like a small mountain from behind.

Adrian’s head was slightly bowed, and Christine couldn’t see his expression from the side. She noticed, however, that he was flushed an unnatural red—from the corners of his eyes to behind his ears, his skin was burning hot.

He appeared to have washed his face, his usually neat hair now disheveled and damp, with a few wet strands clinging to his forehead. Drops of water still clung to his chin.

He seemed to be enduring something, his brow furrowed tightly, the veins in his neck bulging as he let out a hoarse, low pant.

Feeling Christine’s presence, Adrian turned his head sharply, glaring at her. His neck was thick and red, his eyes narrowed into slits, filled with anger. Christine was startled to see red streaks in his eyes, his voice extremely hoarse as he commanded, “Come here.”

Thinking he was unwell, Christine quickly stepped forward, placing the towel by his hand and offering the water. She asked carefully, “Adrian, are you feeling ill? Should I call James—”

The next moment, he grabbed her collar and yanked her against him. He pressed her tightly to his chest, his burning body pinning her as he desperately captured her lips.

His movements were fierce, like a traveler who had been thirsting in the desert for three days and nights, with Christine’s breath like a spring of fresh water.

He released the sink to grip her face roughly, his hands burning like wildfire against her skin until her face too seemed to catch flame.

His tongue was even hotter, like a snake made of fire, forcefully prying open her shocked lips, slipping inside, wet, burning and smooth. With his powerful suction, it was as if he wanted to draw all the air from her lungs, to devour her tongue whole.

Meanwhile, he lifted his hips, pressing his lower body firmly against Christine’s stomach—he was fully hard.

The man sucked on her tongue and lips while grinding his lower body against hers, forcefully rubbing against Christine’s stomach. His scorching member felt like an iron rod, and even through his suit pants, Christine could feel the intense heat and hardness, each thrust making her aware of the shape of his swollen tip.

The man’s breath was heavy, and the small bathroom was filled with the wet sounds of passionate kissing, interspersed with Adrian’s heavy breathing.

Then, he released one of the hands that was holding her and moved it down, groping Christine’s chest through her sweater.

Christine was caught off guard by Adrian’s unexpected wildness, feeling panicked and unable to escape. She was surrounded by his scorching breath, and all she could do was push against his chest. In the brief moments between kisses, she managed to free her tongue and cried out in protest, “You… you’re crazy… my… my parents… are outside…”

His response was a forceful thrust of his lower body, his tip pressing against Christine’s belly button through his pants. She instantly felt her waist go weak.

“Help me finish…” he growled, “Hurry up.”

How could she possibly do that?

Christine’s mind was in chaos, her eyes wide with shock.

Her parents were waiting outside, and besides, Adrian usually took so long. How could she help him finish?

“You… you go out,” Christine pushed harder, her fingers clutching his vest, her voice pleading, “Go out first, we’ll talk later…”

If he would just go out, she would be willing to discuss anything.

Adrian ignored her, grabbing Christine’s arm and making her face the sink, pushing her forward. The sink supported her stomach, her face almost touching the mirror. Christine looked back in fear, only to feel her dress being roughly lifted and Adrian pulling it down.

Adrian’s other hand undid his belt with a snap, and his already hot and hard member sprang out, pressing against Christine’s now bare buttocks.

His cock was scorching, the tip leaking hot pre-cum as he forcefully pushed against her smooth, round buttocks, causing them to dent slightly under the pressure.

Christine nearly cried out in shock but dared not make too much noise. She turned her head to plead, reaching back to tap Adrian’s shoulder. In her panic, she knocked over the water glass she had brought for him.

“Clang!”

Fortunately, the glass was plastic, and it only rolled to the corner of the bathroom after hitting the floor.

From outside the door, they heard Patricia’s footsteps approaching, followed by her hurried question, “What happened?”

“No- Nothing!” Christine instinctively called out, “I’m just taking care of —”

Before she could finish, Adrian shockingly used his knee to force her legs apart and then pushed her thighs open wider. He thrust his hips forward, pressing his hot, rigid cock against her panties, pushing the fabric into her sweet core.

The force was so great that, despite the panties, her sensitive clitoris was stimulated, almost pushing a small piece of fabric inside her. The physical pleasure surged through her spine, and Christine instinctively covered her mouth to keep from crying out in embarrassment.

The thin fabric was quickly stretched and pushed aside, revealing her naked flesh. Finally, the smooth, large tip of the cock pressed against its long-desired entrance.

Adrian didn’t enter her but instead wedged his cock between her soft thighs, rubbing it rapidly back and forth. His hot shaft moved against her delicate skin, thrusting in and out completely, with his balls slapping lightly against her legs. Each thrust pressed the large tip against her entrance, creating a sensation that was both terrifying and intense, even though they weren’t actually having sex.

“Squeeze me tight.”

Adrian loomed over her like a mountain, his hoarse command reaching Christine’s ears.

The scorching heat of his breath made her shiver, and she instinctively obeyed, clenching her thighs around the burning hot shaft between them.

Her thighs, usually untouched and sensitive, were now forced to grip his thick, hard member, quickly causing a raw, aching sensation.

The tip of his cock didn’t enter her but rubbed vigorously against her labia, as if thrusting into her, fast and forceful. Occasionally, when he pushed too hard, his large tip almost slipped inside—her labia were forced open, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of them. The teasing, fleeting sensation made Christine’s body… involuntarily grow wet.

Christine bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, but her silent panting grew more urgent. She wanted to escape, but Adrian held her arms down, pinning her hands behind her back. In the next moment, his long fingers gripped her chin, turning her face towards him, pressing her into another overwhelming kiss.

Her moans were swallowed by Adrian.

Her mouth was ravaged by his intense kiss, while her thighs and clit were relentlessly rubbed by his cock. She unconsciously felt as if her clenched thighs had become another entrance, being used by him.

Christine wanted to scream but dared not, as her parents were just outside the bathroom. The constant fear of them entering made her nerves taut, causing goosebumps to rise all over her body. It wasn’t long before she heard the faint, wet sounds coming from between her legs.

She was… uncontrollably wet, soaked through.