The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Desires of Each (Part 1)

However, despite this distance, they had never openly fought or had any major conflicts.

Their blood relationship and living under the same roof kept a fragile bond between them. Above all, there was no real reason for them to clash.

This was possible only because they were polar opposites. Ironically, the same reason they never grew close was also why they never fought.

But all that changed when Alessandro returned to the mansion after four years.

Despite being very different, the two brothers did share one significant trait: an intense possessiveness.

Charles and Alessandro were both men with strong desires to claim what was theirs. The only difference was how they acted on it—Charles would rather destroy what someone else desired, while Alessandro would eliminate anyone who tried to take what he owned.

Their obsessive attachment to their possessions was the one thing they had in common.

And here was Beatrice—legally, she belonged to Charles, as his wife.

Yet she was also Alessandro’s. She had been his everything since he was young, the woman he had finally claimed.

Their once-distant relationship began to crack when Beatrice entered the picture.

***

Charles, perceptive as ever, quickly noticed the tension between Beatrice and Alessandro. Though he hadn’t yet suspected an affair, he sensed something was off between them.

He couldn’t put his unease into words, but his instinct told him something was wrong.

And so, Charles marked his territory. Whenever he had Beatrice beneath him, he made sure to assert his dominance over her, reminding her who she belonged to.

“Ah!”

Charles twisted Beatrice’s nipple hard, causing her to grimace in pain, the sensation a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

“What if you starve in my absence and start seeking another man’s cock, like a bitch in heat?”

“No, no, it’s not like that, ah!”

“Even keeping you by my side to watch over you isn’t enough. Should I put a chastity belt on you before I leave? Hmm?”

Charles clicked his tongue in annoyance, and Beatrice frantically shook her head.

“No, no, please!”

“Haah.”

Charles gripped her waist firmly and thrust into her roughly. He sighed, dissatisfied, as he continued.

He didn’t want to leave the mansion until he understood what was bothering him.

It wasn’t out of love for Beatrice. But she was still his wife.

She is his.

A woman he could control. Even though he met other women, refused to give her a child, and never released inside her, Beatrice never complained or expressed dissatisfaction.

It would be hard to find another woman as obedient as her.

He hadn’t discarded her because her submission pleased him. Until he decided otherwise, she was still his wife, his woman, his possession.

No one else had the right to covet her.

As he thought of this, Charles left Beatrice’s body covered in marks, reminders of his ownership. At the same time, he touched her swollen clit, driving her to pleasure.

“Ah, no, too much! Ahh!”

Unlike before, when he only cared about his own needs, Charles now made sure Beatrice experienced pleasure, even if she begged him to stop.

When her limbs flailed from the overwhelming sensation, he held her down and continued biting and sucking her body.

In moments like these, the connection between the two brothers became clear. Just as Alessandro had done, Charles’s relentless touches left Beatrice shaking from intense pleasure.

“Ah, ah, ahh!”

Her insides, which already had a tendency to tighten around him, now clenched so hard it became painful. Charles frowned—it was the strongest pressure he had ever felt. Even his experienced manhood couldn’t withstand the spasms of his wife’s contracting body.

Perhaps it was because of this unexpected intensity, but Charles made a mistake, something he had never done in their eight years of marriage.

“Ah!”

Beatrice’s eyes widened in shock as she felt Charles release inside her for the first time.

Despite all her begging, he had always refused. But now, at last, he had…

Charles, eyes closed in pleasure, realized what he had done too late. His cock was still pumping semen into her.

He cursed inwardly.

‘It’s just one time. It’ll be fine.’

Charles tried to reassure himself. He stroked Beatrice’s soft skin, savoring the sensation. Normally, he would have stopped there, but…

“Charles?”

Beatrice, surprised by his growing erection, glanced at him. Charles smiled and spread her legs wide again.

“It’s still night. Let’s enjoy ourselves a little more.”

“What? No—ah!”

Charles ignored her protests and thrust into her again.

He had to leave the mansion the next morning. Though he had instructed the butler to watch over her, he still felt uneasy.

So, before he left, he would make sure Beatrice’s body bore his mark. It would serve as a warning to anyone who dared to covet what was his.

***

Charles didn’t stop pushing Beatrice to her limits until the very moment he had to leave. Beatrice, utterly drained, couldn’t even open her eyes until well past noon.

It wasn’t until late afternoon that she managed to gather her strength and get out of bed.

“This is…”

In the bathroom, Beatrice frowned as she washed her sore, bruised body.

Her hole, still unable to close after being filled for so long, leaked wet fluids nonstop. From time to time, thick, lumpy drops of semen dribbled out, dripping down her thighs.

Sighing lightly, Beatrice ran her freshly washed hand down her body.

In the past, she would have been frantic about this, worried about spilling even a drop of Charles’ precious seed. She would have found something to plug herself up with, to make sure she didn’t waste any of it.

But things were different now.

She still needed a child. An heir carrying the Clasis bloodline was essential.

But it didn’t have to be Charles’ child.

Beatrice closed her eyes as she inserted her fingers inside her hole and pulled out the remnants of Charles’ semen.

She thought of Alessandro. If what was inside her now were his seed, she wouldn’t be so hasty to remove it. She would have kept it safely inside her, cherished it.

Just then—

Splash. Heavy footsteps echoed in the water. Beatrice’s eyes flew open in shock. She had told the servants to let no one in—who could possibly have entered without permission?

“…Aless?”

Through the misty steam, the silhouette of a man’s large body became visible. She knew that shape all too well; she could recognize him just by his outline.

“Aless!”

Gripping the edge of the tub, Beatrice called out to him, too startled to think of covering herself.

What was Alessandro doing here? Had anyone seen him come in? What would they do if they got caught?

Before she could scold him for being so reckless, Alessandro approached her, lowering himself down. Kneeling in front of her, his face drew close to hers.

“Aless, you need to—”

Her words were cut off as Alessandro pressed his lips against hers in a fierce kiss, as if he were angry. It was the kind of kiss that felt like it would devour her, with no regard for gentleness. His tongue forcefully explored her mouth, pushing deep into her throat.

Beatrice tried to push him away, beating his chest, but Alessandro didn’t stop.

It felt like he was violating her. Beatrice, desperate, bit down on his tongue. The taste of blood filled her mouth, and Alessandro finally pulled back, though he lingered near her, licking her lips one last time.

Panting heavily, Beatrice asked, “What’s gotten into you, Aless?”

Instead of answering, Alessandro caressed her body. His wet hand slid over her skin, moving as if aimlessly, without any purpose.

The moment his fingers touched her, Beatrice’s body flinched involuntarily. Even though his touch wasn’t meant to arouse her, she couldn’t help but react. Everywhere his hands moved, her skin felt as if it were burning.

Startled, Beatrice quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him just as his fingers traced the red marks Charles had left behind.

“Alessandro!”

She called out his name in frustration, but she couldn’t bring herself to scold him. Not after seeing the look on his face.

Alessandro’s face, shadowed and full of anguish, was twisted in pain.

“Aless…”

Beatrice, unable to bear seeing him like that, wrapped her arms around him.

Alessandro, burying his face against her chest, remained silent for a moment. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent as if trying to suppress the intense emotions stirring inside him.

As Beatrice gently stroked his hair, she asked, “What’s wrong? Tell me.”

“Bea.”

“Hmm?”

Alessandro spoke in a low voice, “How was it?”

“What?”

Raising his hand, Alessandro lightly brushed his fingers over the bite mark Charles had left on her neck.

“Ah…”

Beatrice let out a small moan, and Alessandro’s eyes glinted with fury.

He growled, “Did my brother bite and lick you here? The way I did?”

“Aless.”

“I want to know.”

Alessandro lifted his head. His sharp nose grazed her soft chest as it rose, making Beatrice shiver.

He stared at her intensely, as if he wanted to pull out every thought from her mind.

“So tell me.”

“What are you—”

“I’m going crazy just imagining it, Bea.”

Lowering his gaze, Alessandro spoke like a wounded child.

“Every night, I imagine how my brother holds you. When I see your tired face and the marks on your body the next day, I get so angry. The thought of his filthy hands touching you drives me crazy.”

“Aless.”

“So please, tell me. Tell me, for your Aless, who can’t even sleep because of his disgusting imaginings.”