Novels by Faith ama

Chapter 6Lena's POVJulian was still buried to the hilt inside me, his thick cock twitching with the final heavy pulses of his orgasm, flooding my pussy with another load of hot cum. I was panting, body slick with sweat, when Oliver’s voice suddenly cut through the door like ice water on heated skin.“Leena? You still up in there? I heard some… noises.”My heart slammed against my ribs. Julian’s eyes met mine in the dim light, dark with a dangerous mix of possession and amusement. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he gave one slow, deliberate grind of his hips, stirring his fresh cum deep inside my sensitive walls. The filthy, wet squelch echoed softly between us, making my breath hitch.“Answer him, princess,” Julian whispered hotly against my ear, his voice a low, commanding rumble. “Make it convincing, or I’ll fuck the truth right out of you.”I swallowed hard, trying to steady my shaky voice. “Y-yeah, Ollie… I’m awake. I just had a bad dream. Couldn’t sleep.”The door handle turned

Chapter 6Julian's POVThe house was silent when I returned from the hospital.⁶My wife was asleep in the passenger seat when I pulled into the driveway, exhausted, pale, but stable. I carried her inside. Helped her up the stairs and tucked her into our bed.She barely stirred.I stood over her for a long moment. Watched her sleep. Felt the weight of everything I'd done pressing down on my chest.She trusted me and I'd already betrayed her.I stayed with her for hours until I made sure she was fast asleep. I should have still stayed and pretended to be the husband she thought I was.Instead, I kissed her forehead — soft, guilty, apologetic and walked out.---The hallway was dark.I passed Oliver's room. The door was closed. No light underneath.He's asleep or pretending to be.I didn't care.I walked to Lena's door. My heart was pounding, like a teenager sneaking into his girlfriend's room. I hadn't felt this alive in years.I turned the knob.It opened.—Lena's POVThe room had gon

Chapter 5 Lena's POVJulian’s footsteps faded down the hallway as he went to pick up mom, the door clicking shut behind him. The room felt charged, heavy with anticipation. Oliver’s eyes locked on mine, dark and full of wicked patience. He didn’t pounce. Instead, he stepped closer, slow, like he had all the time in the world now that we were alone. “On the bed, Leena,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Lie back. Let me look at you.” I obeyed, heart hammering as I stretched out on my sheets. He climbed over me, still fully dressed except for the shorts he’d shoved down earlier. His hands started at my shoulders, tracing down my arms, then over my ribs, avoiding where I wanted him most. Every touch was deliberate, teasing. He kissed along my collarbone, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin until I arched up, chasing more. “Oliver… please,” I whispered, already squirming. He chuckled against my neck, breath hot. “Not yet, little sis. You're gonna feel exactly how bad you n

Chapter 4Lena's POV Oliver's knock echoed through the room. Three sharp raps. Impatient. Demanding. "Lena. Open the door." I looked at Julian. He was calm, too calm. Like he'd known this moment was coming. Like he'd planned it. My hand was still on the lock. "I know you're in there." Oliver's voice was harder now. "I heard you talking to someone. Who is it?" Julian didn't move. Didn't speak. Just watched me with those dark eyes waiting. Choose. I could open the door, tell Oliver the truth or let them fight over me like I was something to be won. Or I could…. I unlocked the door, but I didn't open it. I turned to Julian. Pressed my finger to my lips. Don't make a sound. Then I opened it. --- Oliver stood in the doorway. His eyes swept the room and found Julian standing behind me and stopped. Silence. Then, "Dad." "Oliver." "What the hell are you doing in here?" Julian stepped forward."I came to check on her. Your mother's sick. I'm packing her things." "Bullshit."

Chapter 3 Julian's POV The car hummed beneath me as I drove home alone. My wife, Lena's mother was at her sister's house, tucked into bed with a fever. I'd dropped her off, kissed her forehead, and promised to bring back her things. A good husband would have stayed. A good husband wouldn't have been thinking about his stepdaughter. But I wasn't a good husband. I'd stopped pretending I was the night I first saw Lena at the wedding reception. She was nineteen, barely legal and she was wearing a dress that made me forget I was supposed to be looking at her mother. I'd spent six months avoiding her. Six months pretending I didn't notice the way she bit her lip when she was nervous. Six months pretending I didn't crave her when she came out dressed in shorts that exposed her thigh and loosened shirts that exposed part of her t**s. I'd seen everything and I'd done nothing. Until tonight. --- I pulled into the driveway at 10:47 PM. The house was dark except for the living room T

Chapter 2Oliver's POV.She opened the door and I almost forgot how to breathe.Lena stood there in that tiny shirt, the one that rode up when she reached for things. No bra. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were parted like she'd just been kissed.Or like she'd just been doing something else.I knew what she'd been doing. The wall was thin and I'd heard everything.But that was my secret.Behind me, Marcus and Ethan were cracking jokes about something stupid. They didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the way she was looking at me like she was scared, confused and curious at the same time."I said open it," I repeated, softer now. "Not stand there like a deer in headlights."She swallowed. "Your friends…""Don't worry about it." I stepped closer. She stepped back and I followed. "Right now, I'm only interested in you.""Your dad….""Isn't here." I cornered her against the doorframe. "Neither is your mom. It's just us."Just us.I wanted to taste the word. I