Chapter 60: Seed Of Vengeance
The heavy oak door to Harrison’s executive office hung open like a gaping wound. Silence swallowed the room thick, suffocating, broken only by the wet drip of cum sliding down Harrison’s chin and the ragged breathing of his sister still sprawled across the desk.
Harrison stood frozen in the doorway, his bespoke Italian suit ruined. Thick ropes of Liam’s hot seed streaked his face, clinging to his eyelashes, dripping into his open, trembling mouth.
Mixed with it was the glistening evidence of Josephine’s explosive squirt, soaking his collar and chest. The scent of sex musky, filthy, undeniable clung to him like a brand.
His eyes bulged with a cocktail of pure rage, disbelief, and soul-crushing humiliation.
Josephine’s legs were still twitching violently from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her soaked pussy remained on full display, puffy and red from Liam’s relentless pounding.
Only when she heard her brother’s choked gasp did reality crash back. Her face drained of color.
"H-Harrison... oh god... no..." She scrambled to close her thighs, but her body betrayed her, another weak spasm rolling through her core. A fresh trickle of Liam’s cum leaked from her well-fucked hole onto the polished mahogany desk.
Liam pulled out slowly, deliberately, letting the wet schlick sound fill the room. His thick cock glistened obscenely, still semi-hard and veined.
He didn’t bother covering himself. Instead, he turned toward Harrison with the calm, predatory smile of a man who had already won.
"Enjoying the view?" Liam asked coolly. He reached for his phone, unlocked it with a lazy swipe, and held the glowing screen up like a death sentence.
Photos. Bank records. Wire transfers. Explicit messages with multiple mistresses. Voice recordings of shady backroom deals. Everything. Weeks of meticulously gathered dirt, now laid bare.
"You’ve been a very naughty boy, Harrison," Liam continued, voice dripping with mocking pity. "Embezzling from your own company. Bribing regulators.
Lying to your wife Evelyn about everything. I’ve had this file ready for a while. I was just waiting for the perfect moment to deliver it... personally."
Harrison’s hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles turned white. A drop of cum fell from his nose onto his lips. He instinctively licked it away before realizing what he’d done, his face twisting in fresh disgust.
"You... you fucking bastard..." he snarled, voice hoarse. "I’ll kill you. I’ll destroy"
Liam stepped forward and delivered a slight SLAP across Harrison’s neck.
"Clean your fucking face before your employees see what a pathetic, cum-covered cuck you’ve become," Liam said flatly. "You’re finished.
The board will have this by morning. Your wife will know everything by tomorrow night. And your precious sister?" He glanced back at Josephine, who was frantically trying to pull her dress over her trembling body.
Liam closed the distance in one stride, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back. She gasped, eyes glassy with shame and lingering lust.
Without warning, he brought his hand down hard on her plump, still-red ass SMACK! The loud slap echoed through the office, leaving a fresh handprint blooming on her skin.
"Good girl," he murmured against her ear, loud enough for Harrison to hear. "You took my cock so well today.
Josephine whimpered, thighs pressing together as another shameful wave of arousal hit her. She couldn’t meet her brother’s eyes.
Liam released her, tucked himself away, and strode past Harrison without another glance. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the siblings in the wreckage of their lives.
Harrison remained rooted to the spot for a long minute, chest heaving. The taste of another man’s cum still coated his tongue.
Josephine finally managed to cover herself, but her cheeks burned crimson, tears of mortification spilling down her face.
"I’m sorry..." she whispered brokenly. "He... he made me..."
"Shut up," Harrison snapped, voice cracking. He wiped at his face furiously with his sleeve, only smearing the mess worse.
The evidence on Liam’s phone burned in his mind. Everything he’d built crumbling. And the worst part? The image of his sister moaning like a whore on his own desk was now seared into his brain forever.
The city lights glittered like scattered jewels beneath the rooftop restaurant. Soft jazz drifted through the air, creating an intimate atmosphere in the private booth.
Evelyn sat across from Liam, the picture of refined elegance poised, graceful, and carrying the quiet dignity of a woman who had spent years maintaining a flawless public image.
Her slinky black dress hugged her mature curves tastefully, the neckline revealing just a hint of cleavage. She held her posture straight, every movement controlled.
Yet tonight, there was a subtle tension in her shoulders, a faint weariness in her eyes that she couldn’t completely hide.
"I’ve been thinking about Harrison all day," Evelyn said quietly, her voice steady but laced with exhaustion. She slowly turned the stem of her wine glass between her fingers.
Looking at the evidence made me think about Grace... about all the things he’s done.
"Grace deserves justice," he said, his deep voice calm and authoritative. "Harrison destroyed her life and covered it up without a second thought.
How long are you going to keep carrying that burden for a man who who isn’t worth it hr literally treat you like an accessory?.he only want your wealth,fame and influence.
Evelyn sighed softly, her composed expression cracking just a little. Memories of the previous night flashed through her mind the Hennessy, the heat of Liam’s body, the way she had lost control.
A faint blush colored her cheeks. She looked down at her glass, clearly embarrassed but determined to maintain her dignity.
"I have thought about it," she admitted after a long pause, her voice low. "More than I probably should. What Harrison did to Grace was unforgivable.
I’ve stayed silent convincing myself it wasn’t my place. I don’t know how much longer I can pretend everything is fine."
Liam’s hand moved under the table, resting lightly on her thigh a firm, reassuring touch. Evelyn tensed for a brief second, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took a slow breath, keeping her composure.
"Have you decided, Evelyn?" Liam asked, his tone steady and persuasive. "Will you help me give Grace the justice she deserves? Will you help me make Harrison answer for everything he’s done?"
Evelyn was silent for a long moment, clearly wrestling with her emotions.
"Okay," she finally said, her tone quiet and measured. "I’ll help. Grace deserves justice. We need to do something about Harrison. But I can’t be the one to do anything.
I’ll give you the support you need information, access, whatever is required. The rest... I’ll leave it to you. Handle it however you see fit."
Liam’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. Excellent. She’s cracking. Step by step, Harrison’s own wife is handing me the weapon to destroy him.
He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. "That’s all I need from you. You’re doing the right thing."
The rest of the dinner passed with lighter conversation, though the weight of her decision hung in the air.
Evelyn remained reserved and composed, occasionally stealing glances at Liam while clearly trying to process everything the guilt, the attraction, and the irreversible step she had just taken.
When they finally stood to leave, Liam walked her to her car. Before she could get in, he spoke gently.
"About last night," he said, his voice low. "It was a mistake. The Hennessy, everything that happened... You shouldn’t overthink it."
Evelyn nodded, though her eyes showed a swirl of complicated emotions.
Liam watched her drive away into the night, a cold, satisfied smile curling his lips. The harem was expanding.
Evelyn was slowly falling into his grasp. Josephine was already broken. Harrison’s humiliation is just beginning.