Chapter 31: Chapter 31
Darius’s pov
The glow of three high-definition monitors illuminated the pitch-black interior of my private study, casting a cool blue light over my desk.
I clicked the mouse and brought up the live, hidden feed originating from the west wing of the estate.
My cock throbbed violently against my waistband the second the camera auto-focused on Lysander’s bedroom.
The boy was standing completely bare in front of his full-length mirror, motionless as a statue, staring at his reflection for the longest time.
His damp blonde hair hung low over his forehead, partially obscuring his face, but his pale, porcelain skin was on full display.
It was heavily marked with deep purple bruises, dark red hickeys, and brutal finger-shaped marks left behind by Drake and Gideon. Those beasts tried to eat up the poor boy.
Seeing another man’s violent claims littered across his delicate frame didn’t turn me off, if anything, it made him look infinitely more ruined and irresistible. I wanted a piece of him just like the others have.
My mouth went dry as I imagined running my hands over the smooth, flat planes of his stomach, erasing those marks and replacing them with my own.
When he finally moved into the master bath, another simple keypress toggled the feed to the steam-resistant camera mounted near the shower.
My breath hitched in my throat as I watched clear rivulets of water slide down the smooth contours of his chest, stomach, and thighs.
His golden hair was soaked dark, framing the sharp, delicate arch of his throat as he wiped the water from his eyes.
I wanted to wrap my fingers around that wet hair, pull it back hard, and force that long, pale neck completely open to my gaze.
My length jerked against my trousers, spitting out a heavy bead of pre-cum just from watching the water drip down his hips on the screen.
I was tempted to unbutton my pants and jerk off right there at my desk, but the sudden chiming of the house intercom shattered the quiet.
"Darius, darling?" Elena’s voice echoed smoothly through the room’s hidden speakers. "Are you coming to bed soon?"
I let out a slow, frustrated breath, smoothing down the front of my suit jacket before leaning toward the intercom button.
"I’ll be right there, my love," I replied warmly.
I minimized the camera feed on my monitors, locked the workstation, and strode out of the study toward the master suite.
Elena was waiting on the king-sized bed, wearing a sheer black lace nightgown that barely concealed her body as she smiled up at me.
"I thought you were going to spend the entire night staring at your computer," she purred, stretching out against the pillows.
I didn’t offer a response but I wish I could spend the entire night staring at what’s on my computer screen. I shedding my suit jacket, tossing it onto a chair, and climbed onto the mattress above her.
"Come here," I ordered.
Elena is a powerhouse, she was one way before we got married. It’s no surprise my command is strange to her but I wanted to get rid of my hard on.
"What has gotten into you," her eyes traced my whole body, taking in the tent my cock had built in my pants.
She licked her lips, "oh, Nevermind." She giggled, "I see someone is hard for me..."
Taking her mouth in a harsh, demanding kiss that caught her by surprise, I flipped her onto her stomach and pinned her wrists above her head.
I didn’t bother with foreplay or gentle coaxing. I unzipped my trousers, freed my throbbing length, and drove myself deep inside her in one heavy stroke.
Elena let out a loud, breathless gasp, her fingers clutching at the silk sheets as I set a fast, punishing pace from behind.
I squeezed my eyes shut, completely ignoring the woman beneath me, mentally replacing her body with the image of her slender, fair-skinned son.
In my mind, it wasn’t Elena groaning into the pillows, it was Lysander.
I pictured his golden hair spread out across the mattress, his delicate hips bucking helplessly as I drove into his tight, untouched heat.
He was so responsive to everyone during his livestream that he thinks no one knows about. When Gideon had him, he loved every minute of it despite his struggles.
I stroked faster, my hands digging ruthlessly into Elena’s hips, using her body as a mindless vessel to chase the visual burning behind my eyelids.
Lysander stroked his cock, while looking up at me with his doe eyes. Begging and pleading for me to fuck him harder.
I go even faster, snapping my hips erratically, seeing his face turn red from pleasure made me want to pleasure him more. His porcelain skin looked tortured by me and a dark side of me loved seeing him like that.
"Darius... god, yes!" Elena gasped out, her walls tightening around me as she reached her peak under my heavy weight.
Hearing her call my name shattered the illusion, forcing a dark growl from my throat as I came hard inside her, my sperm pouring into her body.
I pulled out immediately, adjusting my trousers while Elena lay spent and panting against the pillows, looking entirely satisfied.
"That was... incredible, darling," she breathed out, offering me a lazy, half-asleep smile. "You were so intense tonight."
"Go to sleep, Elena," I said quietly, leaning down to press a cold kiss to her forehead before stepping out of the master bedroom.
As I walked down the dim, quiet hallway, the disgust in my chest solidified into a hard, cold knot.
Fucking my wife hadn’t relieved the burning pressure in my gut, it had only made the hunger for son ten times worse.
Using her body had felt completely hollow, a pathetic substitute that left me feeling more unsated and frustrated than before.
My cock was already hardening again inside my pants, aching with a persistent, desperate throb that demanded the real thing.
i wouldn’t be able to sleep till my cock finds what it’s searching for. The whole reason I fucked Elena in the first place was because I was watching Lysander undress and got hot and bothered.
It was finally time to pay my sleeping stepson a long-overdue visit.
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