He’d bend her over the dresser, shove her dress up around her waist, push her panties to the side with a grunt. The first thrust always knocked her breath out of her — so big, so thick, so deep. Nothing gentle, nothing sweet like Hyunbin. Just filthy, needy, raw. “God — you’re dripping for it,” he’d snarl, pounding into her so hard the dresser rattled against the wall. “Look at you — my boy’s wife. Taking daddy’s cock like she was born for it.” She’d gasp, bracing her palms on the mirror, her breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust. “Harder, Taehyung — f-fuck — you want me round, don’t you? You want me waddling home to him with your baby?” “Fuck, yes. Want you huge. Want you swollen with me.” ____ She married the son… but it’s the father who owns her now. Because her husband couldn’t give her a baby. A forbidden affair, raw and reckless.