Chapter 181: What A Mother Would Do For Her Daughter

Amon closed the door of Sidney’s room quietly behind him.

The hallway still carried the warm, heavy scent of what they had just done.

He ran a hand through his damp hair and let out a slow breath.

’...That was a nice treat.’ Amon thought as he smiled. ’And even though what happened was not too long, I am happy with the outcome.’

Just as the door clicked shut, the main door of the apartment opened.

Ambrosia walked inside.

Her eyes landed on Amon immediately.

She looked at him, then at his hand still resting on the handle of Sidney’s door.

Her expression sharpened and Amon could tell she was not in the mood to joke around.

He slowly removed his hand from the handle as he looked at her with the most innocent face he could muster.

She closed the front door behind her and set her bag down. "Amon."

There was no familiar warmth in her voice that Amon was accustomed to. It felt like she was hiding her feelings deeply.

He stepped away from the bedroom door and turned to face her. "Welcome home."

Ambrosia’s gaze flicked between him and the closed door.

"What were you doing in there?" She asked, her vocie low and threatening. "Were you trying to get inside your sister’s room?"

Amon chuckled, shaking his heas as he walked toward her. "You’re overthinking things."

She didn’t smile, her expression only turned grave as she whispered. "Are you having indecent thoughts about her? About fucking your own sister?"

Amon frowned as he looked at her with a some what offended look."I would never think something like that."

Ambrosia’s breathing quickened. It was like she was about to panic and something hotter tangled in her voice.

"Don’t lie to me. I raised you. I know that look. If you touch her...if you even think about putting your cock in her..."

"Ambrosia." He tried to calm her, but the words kept spilling out of her.

"She’s my daughter. You can’t ruin her. You can’t use her like some toy--"

In the end she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the living room.

There was a strange tightness in her hand and she was even trembling a little.

Amon was having a hard time to calm her down and tell her that everything was alright.

She pushed him down onto the sofa and stood over him, glaring, her chest rising and falling hard under her blouse.

"You’re not going to do anything to your sister. Do you understand me?"

Amon looked up at her, speechless for a moment.

He wanted to say a lot of things but all he could do right now was stare at her.

Then Ambrosia’s voice dropped, almost meek, but thick with something else.

"...In return," she said quietly, "I’ll let you do anything to me. You can use my body however you want. Just stay away from her."

Amon’s eyes widened as his mouth parted. "What?"

She didn’t answer with words and it didn’t seem like she wanted to.

Instead she climbed onto his lap and straddled him.

Her hips settled directly over the hard length still straining against his pants.

The sudden pressure made him even harder.

Ambrosia felt the thick shape of him clearly through the fabric, but she chose to pretend it meant nothing.

She leaned in close as her breath brushed his lips. "I’ll save my daughter from a demon like you... even if I have to offer myself."

Her voice trembled and it was not from fear, but from heat.

She slowly moved closer as she kissed him.

Amon’s hands immediately gripped her ass and pulled her tighter against his cock.

He kissed her back hard, tasting the soft warmth of her mouth.

Ambrosia took control of the kiss, tilting her head and sliding her tongue against his.

She pulled back just enough to speak against his lips, voice low and shaky.

"This kiss is to keep your hands away from her for one day."

She kissed him again, longer, wetter. "Day two. You don’t get to touch your sister tomorrow either."

Another deep kiss. Her hips rolled once against the hard bulge beneath her.

"Day three... I’ll let you touch me instead."

Amon’s hands moved over her back and the soft curve of her hips, loving the heat of her body.

The sweet scent of her perfume mixed with the remaining smell of sex on his skin. He was already drunk on her.

He tried to slide his hands under her blouse.

Ambrosia quietly caught his wrists and pulled them away, but she didn’t stop kissing him.

"Day four," she whispered between kisses. "Day five... you can use my mouth if you need it that badly..."

Amon’s hands rose to her breasts instead.

He groped them firmly through her blouse, squeezing the soft weight and feeling her nipples harden under his palms.

Ambrosia let him. A small, shaky moan escaped her throat as he pinched and rolled the sensitive peaks.

"You like that, don’t you?" he muttered against her lips. "Your nipples are already hard for me."

"Shut up... this is only to protect her..."

"Then why are you grinding on my cock?"

She kissed him harder to shut him up, but her hips kept moving in slow, needy circles, rubbing against the thick length trapped in his pants.

"Day six," she breathed. "Day seven... you can only love me if you have to... and never think about your sister..."

Amon groaned and squeezed her breasts harder.

"You’re offering me your body like a bargain and still acting pure. Look at you...soaking wet for your son."

Ambrosia made a broken sound but didn’t deny it.

She kept kissing him, counting under her breath between every hungry press of her mouth.

Neither of them stopped until they heard the clicking sound of the door opening up.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway.

Ambrosia froze.

She quickly pulled back and scrambled off his lap just as Sidney walked out of her room, fully dressed, hair still a little messy but face freshly washed.

Sidney stopped when she saw them as the living room fell silent.