Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1025: A Line Between Freeing and Feeding

I didn’t turn around. I didn’t walk back to her either.

Truth be told, I already knew exactly what Maria wanted without needing to read her mind. And fuck, she was tempting — scorching hot, ripe with twenty years of pent-up hunger radiating off her like heat from asphalt.

Hot and relentlessly clawing at every inch of my self-control.

She was right there: fifty-sothing perfection wrapped in sheer black lace, heavy breasts rising and falling with shallow breaths, dark nipples stiff and begging against the fabric, water still glistening on her skin like an invitation I was dying to accept.

Much as I wanted to claim both Luna and her mother in the most deliciously forbidden way possible only compared to what mom and my sisters have — much as every Taboo ability in my arsenal was screaming, roaring, howling at to close the distance, rip that robe open, pin her to that bed, and fuck her so thoroughly that twenty years of emptiness would finally shatter — I couldn’t.

It was killing .

While I could bury myself balls-deep inside a woman I’d just t and make the mont feel sacred and permanent — as long as I genuinely loved her enough to want her in my life forever and she wanted back — this was different.

Most of the ti the equation was beautifully, dangerously simple: mutual desire, mutual intention,mutual understanding that this wasn’t a cheap transaction but the beginning of sothing real and unbreakable.

It had been the sa with Margaret.

The dynamics with Charlotte had only been ssier because Charlotte wasn’t fully mine yet.

But while I could take most of my won the very first ti we were together and have it an sothing deep, foundational, and lasting, it was never that clean with my mother-in-laws.

There was a crushing weight to that title. Loving them ant loving them through their daughters — through layers of family loyalty, guilt, shared history, and bonds that had existed long before I ever stepped into their lives.

It made it impossible to simply take what was being offered and sort out the emotional wreckagelater.

And to make it even worse — fuck, it was making my cock throb so hard it hurt — what Maria was offering right now wasn’t a beginning.

It was raw, no-strings sex. A dirty little secret.

A one-ti desperate release she could lock away under mistake I’ll never repeat and use as fuel to survive the next twenty years of soul-crushing loneliness.

And while logic scread that it technically shouldn’t matter — because deep down I could already feel the iron certainty that she would eventually be mine, the sa way I felt the inevitability of sunrise, and I could always pursue her properly afterward, build sothing real and lasting from the ashes of one reckless, mind-blowing night — the thought of actually doing it was so intense it was short-circuiting every rational neuron I had left.

Every single one was currently hijacked by the vivid, filthy image of Maria sprawled beneath on that bed: black lace robe torn open, heavy breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust, dark nipples caught between my teeth, her bare thighs wrapped tight around my waist as I drove into her again and again, finally giving her the kind of relentless, claiming fuck that would make her forget her own na.

My cock disagreed with my decision.

Violently.

It had been filing formal complaints with my nervous system since the second I walked through that door — since I saw the damp hair clinging to her shoulders, the water droplets sliding between her full breasts, the way the sheer lace clung to every lush curve, and the way her nipples tightened into hard, dark peaks under my gaze.

Right now it was staging a full-scale mutiny, thick and aching, pressing painfully against the front of my jeans with an urgency that bordered on rebellion.

Every heartbeat sent another pulse of pure, traitorous need straight to it. Just turn around. Just take her. She’s right there. Wet. Ready. Begging without saying the words.

I overruled it anyway.

By forcing myself to focus on the woman instead of the body. By seeing Maria — the lonely, wounded, fiercely proud mother — instead of the sinfully tempting offering she was dangling in front of like forbidden fruit.

This was Luna’s mother.

And the hurt in her... that deep, two-decade wound that had driven her to this exact breaking point — standing in a guest room wearing nothing but a black lace robe she had chosen deliberately, offering herself to her own daughter’s man because the loneliness had finally beco heavier than the sha — I couldn’t exploit that.

I couldn’t use her raw, aching hunger as a shortcut to make her surrender to a real relationship with after the fact.

I couldn’t fuck her while she was still bleedingfrom the inside and then try to corner her into sothing permanent because her body had made a desperate decision her heart and mind weren’t ready for.

It didn’t make any fucking sense. I’d had spontaneous, no-hesitation sex a many tis before. I’d cucked n on the first encounter without a single flicker of doubt. I’d taken won in bathrooms, offices, and never once second-guessed myself when the desire was mutual and the liberation was real.

But this was different.

Maria wasn’t being liberated from a bad husband. She was being slowly devoured alive by loneliness.

And there was a profound, gut-wrenching difference between freeing soone and feeding on their desperation like a predator.

If I took her now, she’d hate herself by morning maybe. She’d already been at war with herself before I even stepped through that door — I didn’t know the exact details, but I knew won, and I knew exactly what that haunted, conflicted, starving look in her eyes had ant when she answered.

Taking her in the middle of that civil war would feel like victory tonight and like soul-crushing betrayal tomorrow.

I refused to be the reason Luna’s mother couldn’t look at herself in the mirror without flinching in sha for the rest of her life.

Sigh. Relationships and family dynamics, man.

Even a man with my power has to draw a line sowhere... no matter how loudly my body screams that I’m a fucking idiot for doing it.

"Can you co with us?"

I turned fully to face her — robe slipping dangerously low on her shoulders, golden light caressing every curve, hardened nipples still visibly straining against the sheer black lace, bare thighs slightly parted on the bed —

And asked the question I had actually co here to ask before her collarbones, her heavy breasts, and the sinful promise between her legs had tried to hijack the entire conversation.