Chapter 2

I tried to climb off his lap, gasping for air, but he didn't loosen his grip.

Instead, Daniel's rough hands slid underwater and dug mercilessly into the soft flesh of my ass, yanking me down hard. That massive hardness, separated only by thin swim trunks, pressed directly against my most tender entrance.

"Does Vincent know you get this sensitive from one touch?" Daniel looked down at me, his tongue sweeping across his lips. "That pathetic bastard's so fucking lucky, marrying a woman who gets turned on this easily."

The pressure from his lower body turned me into liquid.

Before I could catch my breath, Daniel's hand suddenly left my waist and yanked the neck strap of my bikini top. My full breasts spilled out immediately, exposed to the air.

Daniel didn't hesitate to cup one with his rough palm, kneading the soft mound without restraint. Two fingers pinched the nipple—already hard and flushed from the pool water and trembling—and twisted it sharply.

"Ah..." An involuntary cry escaped my lips.

He showed no sign of stopping. Instead, he lowered his head abruptly and took that stiff peak along with the surrounding soft flesh into his mouth, sucking and licking like a beast savoring prey.

The scalding wetness of his mouth contrasted violently with the cool pool water, sending electric currents from my chest straight down my spine.

I wanted to scream at him to stop, but my throat wouldn't cooperate.

"You're insane... How dare you. Aren't you afraid Vincent will find out!" I pushed weakly at his solid chest, desperately trying to create distance between us.

Daniel lifted his head, water still glistening on his lips, his eyes even more brazen. "Vincent and I have been tight since we were kids. You think if this blows up, he's gonna believe his cousin or you?"

As he spoke, he suddenly gripped my waist and pushed us through the water. A second later, my back slammed against the cold tile wall, and he used his full body weight to pin me there.

That scorching, rock-hard thing pressed without mercy against the deepest part of my inner thighs. The bikini bottom was too thin—with every ripple of water, I felt it grinding cruelly against my core.

I knew this was absolutely crossing the line.

I should push him away firmly. I was a married woman. How could I let my husband's cousin molest me in a pool?

But... he was so hot, and so huge. That penetrating pressure felt like it had some fatal magic, awakening a sick craving deep inside me—part of me wanted to know what he'd feel like inside me.

"No... we can't." I trembled, forcing that terrifying thought back down.

"Give me your hands." Daniel suddenly grabbed both my wrists and forced them around his neck. "It's five feet deep here. Hold on tight, or if you slip I'm not saving you from drowning."

While pretending to give practical instructions, he thrust his hips forward another brutal inch.

My mind went completely blank. The fear of falling made me cling desperately to his waist, my exposed breasts crushed against his chest as he took complete control of my body.

The pool water kept washing over our pressed-together privates. With each movement, I felt that rigid thing about to spear through the fabric and into my body.

The itching and pressure inside me built to unbearable levels, like a bomb about to detonate.

Watching my flushed face, Daniel suddenly released one hand and plunged it underwater. His fingers slid up the back of my thigh and hooked into the side string of my bikini bottom.

One sharp yank snapped it loose on one side, the fabric falling away uselessly.

Cold pool water flooded directly against my exposed sex.

"Don't... don't touch there... mmm..." My whole body convulsed like I'd been electrocuted, and a shamefully slick fluid gushed out.

I absolutely couldn't betray Vincent. This was wrong. He was family.

But why... why did it feel so fucking good?

Daniel's fingers roughly but precisely ground against my most sensitive spot, igniting deadly tingles. My throat lost all control, releasing soft, wanton moans: "Ah... mmm... stop, please don't..."

"Stop pretending, Evelyn." Daniel withdrew his fingers and smeared the transparent slickness across my thigh, his eyes wild. "You're so fucking wet I can see it clouding the water. If you're gonna cheat, why not make it worth it?"

That bone-deep itch was driving me insane, but I made one last struggle: "No... I can't betray him. I came here to learn to swim, not to fuck you!"

"Fuck Vincent!" The lust in Daniel's eyes exploded completely. He ripped off my remaining bikini bottom, exposing my naked ass underwater. He growled in my ear: "If that useless fuck can have you, why the hell can't I? I'm gonna wreck you today."

Panic and shock shattered my last thread of sanity, but the blazing desire had already consumed me completely.

I wanted to refuse, but my body couldn't lift a single finger.

"Please..." I heard myself whimper.

Daniel's gaze locked onto mine as he gripped my hips and lifted me slightly in the water.

Right below my exposed core was that iron-hard thing. It radiated terrifying heat, pulling me like a magnet to slam down on it.

The emptiness inside had reached its breaking point. I couldn't hold out anymore.

I abandoned all shame, my hips sinking uncontrollably toward that dangerous hardness, desperately and greedily begging:

"Then fuck me—but Vincent can never know."