The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Epilogue (Part 2)

She couldn’t allow doubt to eat away at her and make her ill. Instead of being paralyzed by anxiety, she decided she needed to take action before she lost him to another woman.

She refused to repeat the mistake of doing nothing, only to regret it later.

“What should I do…?”

Beatrice pondered endlessly, weighing her options. She knew she had to act boldly yet cautiously if she wanted to bring him back to her.

For hours, she remained deep in thought, so consumed by her worries that she didn’t even stop to drink water.

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Alessandro pressed his tired eyes with his fingers. He hadn’t slept at all, and his exhausted body was out of control. He couldn’t concentrate on anything all day.

He felt pathetic, but there was nothing he could do.

Just the day before, Beatrice, who had always been shy after their first time together, had actively sought him out, seducing him. It was impossible for him to be fine today.

Glancing at the documents that he couldn’t seem to focus on, Alessandro sighed. Normally, he would have finished them quickly, but in his current state, no matter how long he stared at them, he couldn’t make a decision.

In the end, he decided to leave early. There was no point in staying up all night working when it would only make him more tired and unproductive. It would be better to get some sleep and return with a clear head.

Alessandro left his office and headed to the bedroom where Beatrice was waiting.

Even though he knew that seeing her would reignite the torment he had experienced last night, he still couldn’t bring himself to turn away.

He preferred to suffer by her side rather than be alone and melancholic elsewhere.

But today, he needed to steel himself more than usual. After all, it had only been yesterday that he nearly gave in to her seduction. If he wasn’t careful, he might make a mistake today.

He couldn’t break the promise he had made to protect her.

With a firm resolve, Alessandro turned the heavy doorknob.

What he saw inside the room made his mouth drop open.

“Bea?”

His voice was filled with disbelief as he called out to Beatrice. She looked up at him from where she sat on the bed, waiting for him.

“Aless, you’re here?”

She greeted him with a sweet smile, but Alessandro couldn’t help but close his eyes. The sight of her was etched into his eyelids, tormenting him even with his eyes shut.

Beatrice’s pale, bare skin was barely covered by a sheer, see-through garment. It wasn’t the usual chemise she wore.

It was a flimsy red lace garment that seemed more like it was woven together loosely with thin threads. It was so small that it barely clung to her shoulders by delicate straps, leaving her nipples almost entirely exposed.

It didn’t cover much below either. Her soft thighs were fully visible, and the hem of the garment was so short that with the slightest movement, it revealed glimpses of her private area.

It was so shockingly provocative that it would have been less erotic if she had worn nothing at all.

Alessandro couldn’t breathe as he took in her seductive appearance.

Even when Beatrice was fully dressed, she could arouse him. And now, here she was, wearing something so tempting, as if she were daring him to devour her.

He had tried so hard to resist her. He had told himself to hold on just a little longer. But now, standing before her like this, his resolve snapped like a fragile thread.

“Aless.”

Her soft footsteps drew closer. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils, settling deep in his stomach.

“Aless?”

Her gentle voice called out to him again, so close that it made his heart race. Her intoxicating scent grew even stronger, suffocating him.

But more than anything—

“Ah…”

The sensation of her full breasts pressing against his arm made Alessandro open his eyes wide.

His bloodshot gaze dropped to take in the sight before him. Beatrice, more erotic in this outfit than if she had been naked, filled his vision. His half-hard member immediately sprang to life.

“Bea, stop. You have to stop.”

Alessandro grabbed her shoulders, trying to push her away.

“This is dangerous.”

“Dangerous? What’s so dangerous?” Beatrice asked sharply, and Alessandro averted his gaze, unable to answer properly.

Beatrice bit her lip in frustration, glaring at him. She slapped his hands away from her shoulders. Her irritation was palpable, but Alessandro didn’t resist.

“Are you going to keep doing this?”

“Bea…”

“Aless.”

Before Alessandro could stop her, Beatrice pressed herself against him again. Her soft, round breasts squished against his firm chest, driving him wild. Alessandro gritted his teeth.

Beatrice reached down and grasped his throbbing manhood through his pants. Alessandro jumped in shock, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away.

But even as her hand was lifted into the air, the sensation of his hard cock still lingered in her palm.

Beatrice smirked, her eyes filled with determination. He wanted her. She was sure of it.

Gathering her courage, Beatrice lifted her head and confronted him. “Do you not want me anymore?”

“What?”

Alessandro frowned in confusion, but Beatrice couldn’t hold back her emotions any longer.

“You’ve lost interest in me, haven’t you? I’ve gained weight, my skin isn’t as smooth as it used to be… I’ve changed, so you don’t want me anymore, is that it?”

Her voice trembled with tears, and Alessandro’s heart ached at the sight of her.

He stared at her with a complex expression, feeling his patience slip away. Finally, he opened his mouth, “That’s not true, Bea.”

His rough voice growled through clenched teeth.

“I’ve been holding myself back, do you understand?”

“Then don’t hold back.”

Beatrice’s eyes blazed with frustration. Tears welled up in her eyes as she demanded, “Why are you holding back? Why?”

She pounded her fists against his chest in frustration. But no matter how hard she hit, Alessandro wasn’t hurt. It was her hands that would end up sore.

Alessandro gently took her hands in his.

“Bea.”

His voice was still rough, but his touch was gentle as he held her small wrists and forearms. His hands brushed over her delicate skin, sparking a familiar heat inside her.

Beatrice’s breathing quickened, but she stubbornly kept her lips sealed, refusing to give in to him.

“Bea.”

Alessandro’s voice called to her again, this time filled with longing. Beatrice’s shoulders trembled, but she still refused to turn her head.

Eventually, it was Alessandro who moved first. His hand trailed up her slender neck and cupped her swollen breast.

“Ah!”

Her body, already sensitive, jolted in response to his touch.

“Aless!”

Beatrice shouted angrily, glaring at him. But Alessandro wasn’t afraid of her reaction.

In fact, her response seemed to delight him, and he smiled.

“Finally, you’re looking at me.”

His voice, which had been dejected when she ignored him, was now filled with cheer. It was only then that Beatrice realized she had fallen into his trap.

Her eyes narrowed in frustration.

She was furious, but Alessandro only found her more endearing.

Still, he knew better than to laugh at her. If he did, she would sulk for days.

Instead, Alessandro lowered his head and gently nibbled on her earlobe.

“Mmm!”

Beatrice’s body, which had been trained to respond to him, shivered with pleasure at the gentle bite.

Her fluttering eyelashes lowered, and Beatrice closed her eyes, surrendering to Alessandro’s affection.

As his tongue gently licked her ear, Alessandro whispered softly, “Calm down, my wife.”

His voice was as light as a spring breeze, tickling her ears. It sounded like sweet music, making Beatrice momentarily forget what he had said.

When his words finally registered, Beatrice’s eyes flew open in surprise.

“W-what do you mean, ‘my wife’?”

“We’ve shared a bed, made love, and you’ve given birth to my child. You’re my wife.”

He playfully nibbled on her ear again.

“Don’t you like it?”

“No, I… I mean, but…”

Beatrice hesitated, her words trailing off as she mumbled shyly, “What if someone hears us?”

“It’s fine.”

Alessandro’s hand gently stroked her back, sending shivers down her spine.

“It’s fine.”

As always, his words had a calming effect on Beatrice. It was as if anything Alessandro said became the truth.

“Alright.”

But some of her anxiety remained.

Beatrice bit her lip again. The sight of her cherry-red lips, pressed between her white teeth, was unbearably enticing.

Alessandro’s gaze narrowed. His body had already hardened from the moment he caught her scent, no—ever since he laid eyes on her provocative appearance.

It was all he could do to hold back his desire to bury himself inside her immediately.

“Bea, may I?”

His polite request caught Beatrice off guard.

“Of course!”

Beatrice frowned, bewildered by his hesitation. “Why are you hesitating? Didn’t you say I’m your… wife?”

Her voice grew quieter as she referred to herself as his wife. But she made sure to speak clearly, determined to let him know she wanted him.

“Hold me like before. I want to be filled with you.”

“But…”

Alessandro hesitated for a moment, then spoke with a pained expression, “If you get pregnant again… and have to go through that pain… what if something happens to you…”

His voice trembled, as if the mere thought of her suffering caused him anguish.

Beatrice, listening to his words, was taken aback. “So that’s why?”

Alessandro nodded weakly in response. “I wanted to protect you, Bea. I didn’t want you to suffer again.”

Beatrice stared at him, feeling a mixture of frustration and disbelief. “So all this time, you’ve been avoiding me because of that? Do you have any idea what I’ve been thinking?”

She let out a faint, disbelieving laugh. Alessandro remained silent, unable to offer any more excuses.

Looking at him now, she saw traces of the boy he once was—the younger brother who had always relied on her. She had thought he was now only the dependable, strong man she could lean on, but it seemed he still had a vulnerable side.

Beatrice smiled kindly, reaching out to gently caress his sharp jawline.

“Aless…”

“Yes?”

At his loving response, Beatrice couldn’t resist pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It was a gentle kiss, no tongue involved—just the warmth and softness of their lips meeting.

As they shared the tender kiss, Beatrice slowly pulled away, leaving their breaths mingling in the short distance between them.

She whispered, “When I gave birth to Theo, yes, it was painful. It hurt, and I was scared… for a moment, I even regretted deciding to have a child.”

“I knew it—”

“But.”