Chapter 2

2.

Over the next few days, I tried my best to avoid being alone with Silas.

Yet he seemed determined to push my buttons, constantly finding excuses to get close to me.

When I washed the laundry, he rushed over to hang it up.

When I cooked dinner, he insisted on pressing close behind me to help.

Even when I went to my bedroom to rest, he would linger by the doorway, tossing flirty remarks.

He was driving me completely insane, yet I was powerless to stop him.

Meanwhile, Darren's condition deteriorated rapidly, and the doctor warned us he had six months left at most.

Darren squeezed my hand with trembling fingers, his sunken eyes clouded with guilt.

"Jade... when I'm gone... who's going to take care of you? We didn't even get to have a baby..."

My mother-in-law dabbed at her tears and cut in, "Stop talking nonsense. Just focus on your treatment. I'll watch over your wife."

She gently nudged me toward the hospital door.

"Jade is exhausted from these past few days. Let her go home and rest, honey. I've got you covered."

I really was drained, body and soul.

When I got home, I walked past the guest room Austin and Silas shared.

The door was slightly ajar.

From inside came a series of strange, muffled grunts, along with the distinct sound of rustling fabric.

Curiosity and unquenchable desire took over my rational mind.

I crept to the door on tiptoe and peered through the narrow crack.

Austin was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back half-turned, wearing only dark shorts.

His broad, sculpted upper body gleamed under the dim light.

One of his hands was gripped tightly around something, pumping rhythmically up and down...

I held my breath, straining my eyes to see more clearly.

Clutched in his vein-popped hand was none other than my missing black lace thong!

Blood rushed straight to my face, and my heart hammered out of control.

He was... he was actually doing that!

My body felt like it was on fire, an intoxicating warmth spreading through my veins.

Helplessly, my eyes drifted lower along his pumping arm, catching sight of his massive length...

I gasped silently in shock.

Were all the men in this family built like wild beasts?

"Jade... oh god, Jade..." he growled hoarsely under his breath.

In that moment, I felt as if his huge, calloused hand wasn't gripping my thong, but my hips and my body.

I could practically feel the blistering heat of his skin, his rough touch, and the terrifying thrill of being completely dominated...