Forbidden Fruit Intense Taboo-Chapter 30: UNDERWORLD RISING: THE PHINIX LEGACY (PHASE~1)

"Morning." Ethan's voice was low and lazy.

"Morning, dear," Aria replied, an elegantly warm smile playing on her lips.

The air inside the kitchen was warm and filled with freshly brewed coffee. Several rays of soft morning light slipped through the window, casting over a faint golden pattern that covered the corner of the dining table and reflected through the marble floor. Some of the morning rays fell over her face, making her skin shine with a faint glow as she turned toward him.

Aria was wearing a tight, plain T-shirt and short pajama shorts. The fabric of her tight shorts clung to her butt perfectly, exposing her curves right through the surface. She wasn't wearing any bra underneath—one could spot her nipples if they stared long enough.

Rowan sat at the dining table, already dressed for the office, waiting patiently as Aria moved around the kitchen.

"You sleep well, boy?" he asked, noticing the tired look on Ethan's face.

"Yeah, I had enough..." Ethan said, sliding into the chair across from him.

But even though he said that, Rowan could tell from his face that he was lying. He was already worried, but considering kids his age stay up late anyway, he didn't bother asking. And he knew if Ethan was staying up, it was probably for studying.

Aria poured two cups of freshly brewed coffee and placed them in front of them. As she leaned in, her big, ample breasts swayed softly right in front of Ethan. He couldn't help but stare at her braless boobs, shamelessly.

So, what's up with your private tutoring?" Rowan asked, simply sipping on his cup.

"Oh—right. I forgot to ask Ms. Alena yesterday," Ethan answered, as if the thought had just snapped back into his head. The truth was, he'd completely forgotten.

Aria stayed quiet, humming softly to herself as she prepared buttered toast and scrambled eggs. It was routine, like every other morning, but there was a quiet tension in the air. She served the plates in front of them, then leaned back against the kitchen counter.

Noticing Aria leaning against the counter, Rowan asked, "Honey? Why are you standing there? Not feeling hungry enough?"

"Yeah... That's... right," Aria replied, forcing a smile on her face.

The truth was, she remembered everything from the day before—and didn't want to risk it happening again. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Rowan simply nodded. But Ethan could see the reason she was keeping her distance. But no words came out of his mouth this early in the morning.

Rowan finished his meal fast, like a typical office man. He placed his plate on the counter beside her and grabbed his coat from the chair.

"I'm off." He left without another word.

The business he had to handle was big—but compared to what Alven had told him, it felt trivial now. Time wasn't something he could afford to waste.

Ethan blinked as Rowan stepped out the door, then turned toward Aria—who was already facing the sink in silence.

He let out a sigh and continued with his meal.

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Ethan scraped the last bit of egg from his plate, swallowed, and let out a small breath. He stood up quietly, walked over to the counter, and placed his plate beside the sink—just inches from where Aria stood.

She didn't notice him at first, busy washing the dishes with slow, steady movements. The water ran warm over her hands, and the morning light touched the slope of her back, making her skin glow faintly through the thin fabric of her shirt. A soft hum came from her lips, low and absent-minded, like she'd forgotten anyone was still in the room.

Ethan stood behind her for a moment, his gaze fixed on her curvy back. A faint sweet scent was flowing from her body, brushing against his nose. He couldn't help but feel a wild arousal building inside of him.

Suddenly, without a word, he stepped in, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. His chest pressed against her back, firm and warm. The sudden embrace made her jolt slightly, her hands still submerged in the sink.

"Ahn—! Ethan...!" She gasped, half-startled, half-breathless. "You scared me!"

He leaned in closer, resting his chin on her shoulder before burying his face into the curve of her neck.

"Mmm... Mom?" He murmured into her skin. "Why did you ignore me?"

Aria tensed at first, caught off guard—but she didn't pull away. Her hands paused under the water, her breath catching as he nuzzled gently beneath her ear.

"Ethan..." she whispered, her tone a soft warning—but it melted too easily into a laugh.

Still holding her in his arms, he lifted his head and brushed his lips softly along her jaw until she turned slightly—just enough for their eyes to meet over her shoulder.

"Don't laugh at me," he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

Saying that, he pressed a soft kiss on her lips—slow, careful, but warm. Her lips were still fresh from the morning, soft like cherry candy. He didn't rush it.

Aria froze at first, her lips parting just slightly in surprise—but she didn't stop him. One of her wet hands, still dripping from the sink, gently touched his wrist. Not to push him away—just resting there.

"I was just doing my thing," she purred, smiling faintly against his kiss.

"That doesn't mean you can't even look at me," Ethan replied. Aria's face flushed pink as she felt his fingers drifting toward her abdomen. She gave him a light shove with her dripping hand. "You're lucky I didn't throw a plate at you for what you did to me last night."

"Oh? Didn't you beg for that?" Ethan's grip tightened around her waist. She could feel his cock already pressing between her ass cheeks, stiffening under his pants.

With one smooth motion, he turned her to face him. His hands grabbed her meat chunks firmly, pulling her close. "Tell me, don't you want more, Mommy?"

Her breath hitched. Her cheeks were burning, her eyes flicking away for a second—but her soaked panties said it all. That greedy pussy was already throbbing, leaking love juices for him.

Ethan smirked as he slid a knee between her legs, forcing her thighs apart just slightly. The heat and dampness against his leg was unmistakable.

He chuckled, thinking how desperate her pussy had become for him.

But instead of going any further, he lets go of her.

Aria blinked, confused at first—then her brows furrowed as she saw him stepping back. Her pussy clenched tight around emptiness, aching for the pressure that vanished too soon.

Her lips parted, but she didn't say a word. She just stood there—wet fingers hanging by her side, thighs subtly pressed together, face twisted in silent frustration.

"I'll be off now," Ethan said casually, slinging his bag over his shoulder like nothing happened. His voice was back to that lazy tone.

Without another word, he walked out.

Aria stayed by the sink, her hand still dripping with water, her thighs tense and pulsing with need. Her heart pounded, her body buzzing with heat—and her pussy practically crying from being left hanging like that. Her breath hitched again, but this time it came with a growl of anger.

She slammed the faucet shut with a flick, water splashing onto the counter, then leaned forward, bracing herself on both hands. Her chest rose and fell, the weight of her heavy tits brushing against the damp fabric of her shirt. The room felt hotter now, despite the soft and quiet morning light still pouring in. But there was nothing quiet about the way her body screamed for his touch.

"He really just left me like that..." she muttered, eyes narrowing at the sink, as if it had answers. Her legs shifted restlessly, panties clinging tight between her vertical lips like they were part of her own body.

Aria straightened, biting the inside of her cheek, then slowly ran a hand down her belly—almost on instinct. She could still feel his fingers there, the ghost of his touch lingering, teasing her nerves. Her other hand brushed over her inner thigh, following the heat. She bit back a moan.

"Fucking brat," she muttered under her breath, pulling her hands away like they were guilty. Her nipples were hard as pebbles under the thin shirt, and her pussy? It was soaked, dripping, her lower mouth slick with love juices, desperate for him, as if it was begging to be fucked."

She took a slow breath and turned toward the hallway, wiping her hands with the towel.

"If that little bastard thinks he can play with me like this and get away with it..." she mumbled, her voice laced with a smirk. Oh, baby... you'll regret leaving me like this."

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Ethan smirked to himself, dragging his fingers through his hair as he stepped out of the front door.

"Tch. She probably can't even stand straight right now."

"That little greedy pussy of hers is probably throbbing like crazy. But damn!! I got hard myself too."

The truth is, Ethan had no real intention of leaving her like that. He was planning to mess with her pussy one more time before heading off to college. But for some reason, after seeing her flushed and desperate face, he had a change of heart. He thought it would be even better—more enjoyable—to leave her alone with that needy, throbbing pussy.

Why not just let her sit there all frustrated? Let her try to act mad while dripping through those panties. This way, by the time Ethan returns, she'll be the one willingly spreading her legs for him.

"She thinks I'll play nice just 'cause she is my mom? Neh..."

Thinking that, Ethan laughed coldly in his heart. With everything going on around him lately, he couldn't help but feel a wild excitement rising within him.

As for Aria, he was almost sure she'd submit to him properly soon enough. And considering how desperate her urges had become around him, she didn't even need to prove her devotion.

Ethan licked his bottom lip, the taste of her lips still on his tongue.

"One little kiss and she almost melted. Tch... she'll come crawling."

"She thinks I'll play nice just 'cause she is my mom? Neh..."

Thinking that, Ethan laughed coldly in his heart. With everything going on around him lately, he couldn't help but feel a wild excitement rising within him.

As for Aria, he was almost sure she'd submit to him properly soon enough. And considering how desperate her urges had become around him, she didn't even need to prove her devotion.

Ethan licked his bottom lip, the taste of her lips still on his tongue.

"One little kiss and she almost melted. Tch... she'll come crawling."