Chapter 3

Ding dong... ding dong... The doorbell rang so urgently it was annoying.

I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and opened the door.

Edmund threw a document at my feet: "That crazy woman misunderstood everything! Dylan didn't even know she'd go after you. And because of her, you're suspending all these people? That makes no sense!"

"It's a vacation. After all these years of hard work, they deserve a long break."

Edmund was too naive.

He couldn't see how Director Garrett was secretly colluding with those people, slowly devouring Shaw Corporation.

Edmund pushed the door open and barged in. He backed me against the wall, eyes fierce: "You suspended so many people! The company will suffer huge losses!"

Too noisy. He couldn't keep his cool. He needed to be trained!

I stared provocatively at Edmund's opening and closing lips, teasing: "They're gone. The sky won't fall."

"You—" My finger pressed against Edmund's lips.

He seemed a bit restrained. His ears started turning slightly red.

"Alright, you can leave now."

But Edmund pulled me back.

During the struggle, Edmund accidentally noticed a circle of small red marks on my shoulder. His pupils widened.

I instinctively pulled my bathrobe back to cover that red mark.

"These marks are fresh. My dad's still in the hospital, and you're already cheating on him. You... shameless..."

He couldn't finish.

Maybe when he learned his ex-girlfriend had become his father's lover, something inside him had already snapped.

Let him hate me. Both Richard and I wanted Edmund to become more ruthless!

I continued teasing, whispering in Edmund's ear:

"That's right. Your dad can't satisfy me. Why don't you, his son, satisfy me instead?"

Edmund's breathing suddenly quickened. Fury and desire surged in his eyes like a storm.

He stopped talking and bit down hard on that red mark.

Pain mixed with tingling pleasure. I moaned softly, my fingers threading through his hair.

He roughly yanked my bathrobe tie open. The fabric slipped off my shoulders, exposing large areas of skin.

He leaned down and kissed me, no longer hesitating.

Our lips and tongues tangled. Our breathing grew more ragged. The air filled with scorching heat.

His hardness pressed insistently between my legs through the thin fabric, rubbing back and forth. The heat was frightening.

I couldn't help moaning. My waist went soft. I deliberately pressed up, feeling him get harder and bigger.

His Adam's apple bobbed. He growled low, his palm sliding directly into my bathrobe, against my skin, moving down, over the small of my back, squeezing my ass, pressing me hard against him.

I was already soaking wet between my legs. His fingers pressed against that sensitive spot through the drenched fabric. With just one press, I trembled and moaned.

He panted harder. His cock thrust several times through the fabric like it wanted to break through.

I bit his earlobe, my voice hoarse: "Look clearly. I'm your stepmother. Do you really want to do this with me?"