INICIAR SESIÓN"Behind closed doors, everyone has secrets. Welcome to a collection of complicated relationships, hidden motives, unexpected discoveries, and choices that can change everything. Each story follows characters caught between trust and suspicion, family and personal ambition, loyalty and the truth. As carefully guarded secrets begin to surface, relationships are tested and familiar lives take unexpected turns. In Book One, Ella Monroe believes she understands her family until she accidentally discovers something unusual about Sebastian, the man her mother married. Curiosity leads Ella to investigate. But Sebastian notices. Instead of giving her answers, he warns her to stop asking questions—especially if she wants to protect her mother from a truth that could change their family forever. Ella refuses to walk away. The more she investigates Sebastian's mysterious past, the more questions she uncovers. Secret conversations, unexplained decisions, and carefully hidden connections make her wonder whether the man living beneath the same roof has been pretending to be someone he isn't. And Sebastian isn't the only person keeping secrets. From complicated families and unexpected alliances to hidden arrangements and shifting loyalties, every story in this collection explores what happens when people discover that those closest to them may not be who they seem. Some secrets are meant to stay hidden. Others change everything the moment they are revealed."
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I’m Ella Monroe, a student at Grayferth Academy, just turned 19 two months ago.
I’ve been having dreams, ones that I am ashamed to say I relish and look forward to having each night.
Dreams of him pinning my wrists to my bed, my legs wrapped around his lumbar region, with his waist undulating, his cock pounding into me like I pawned his treasured antique for a mere $2.
This isn’t my fault entirely. It’s been like this ever since the day I accidentally saw the back view of him, my stepfather, naked in the shared bathroom, covered in soap duds that only served to enhance his allure to me.
God, those back muscles, that lean waist that had made even a girl like me jealous. Even his wet hair accentuated his beauty.
I didn't see his front view, or I might have had a nosebleed that day. But I could imagine that his manhood must be impressive, considering that I can barely take my eyes off his crotch whenever I see him.
I know, it's wrong to be thinking of bedding my mother's husband. I've tried to get rid of these feelings, but nothing worked, so I decided to embrace it.
The fact that I craved my stepfather, who looked like the creator's bias. I wished my dreams could manifest in real life. But some dreams, I guess, were bound to remain just that. Dreams.
It was just 30 minutes before midnight, and still, I couldn't sleep. I've lost count of how many imaginary sheep I counted on the fucking ceiling.
Finally, I let out a sound of frustration and sat up, getting off my bed.
If I couldn't sleep, then perhaps I could go to the kitchen, drink some milk, watch some really boring show, anything to get me asleep.
I left my room, gently shutting the door. My parents' bedroom was almost opposite mine. I should have walked past and headed to the kitchen like I'd earlier intended.
But then, this intrusive thought came. 'Ella, why don't you put your ear to the keyhole? Who knows, there might be something interesting happening there?'
I should have dismissed that thought immediately. But I didn't. I allowed it to manifest in reality. Within seconds, I was already eavesdropping.
But my knees started to protest after a few seconds of bending them forward, just as I stood and tried to straighten my body in disappointment, the door opened.
Not wide open, just slightly ajar. And now, I could hear stuff that I wasn't qualified to. The intense sounds of skin smacking skin like crazy.
That of the bed furiously creaking like there was no tomorrow. And my mother's gasps and scatterbrained moans.
"Oh gawd, yes…Oh yes, yes fuck…Ah—Aaah Ahgh, fuckkkk! Oh, this feels amazing, don't stop. Don't stop, darling. Keep digging my pussy, oh fuckkkkk!"
I swallowed. And my cunt began to throb as well. 'How I wish it were me,' I thought longingly. If only I could be the one pinned under him right now, enjoying this delicious, intense fuck session.
My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and I gulped again. I had to risk it. I needed to see the action in person. And so, I pushed the door open as slowly as I could, praying it wouldn't make any sounds.
It did, and my heart lurched to my throat. However, the two on the bed didn't stop.
Perhaps, they didn't even hear, with the bed intensely creaking as well. I sighed in relief, my heart no longer engaged in a chaotic drum solo.
With the door wide enough, I slipped in and didn't bother shutting the door. Then I got on all fours and crawled forward. And now, I could see.
My dear stepfather, with a naked torso, covered in a navy blue blanket from the waist down, was making love to my mom, who was squirming beneath him with her legs pinned above her head to the bed.
Wow, I didn't know she was this flexible. And in this position, how good must she be feeling? Watching the way he gyrated, palmed my cunt through my night gown.
Before long, I was seated on the floor, my nightie hiked up. My legs were arched and spread apart.
Watching him bang my mom without mercy, I began to play my clit before proceeding to finger myself. My lips parted without making any audible suggestive sounds.
I observed as he stopped pinning her legs to the bed, choosing to gently choke her instead while my mother's legs were arched, feet dangling and quaking in the air.
Her toes were scrunched up, shameless moans spilling from her lips. Oh gawd, how I wished I could be the one being choked like that!
The faster he pounded into her quim, the faster I kept thrusting my fingers into my pussy, biting my lips while releasing muffled whimpers which were outshadowed by my mum's cries of ecstasy.
Minutes later, my body spasmed, my eyes hanging low with lips pulled tight as I came down from my peak of pleasure.
My mum has also cummed. But I still heard skin slapping skin. Gawd, my stepdad's stamina was insane, and that made me want him more.
If only he could come to me right now and fuck me senseless.
At the same time, I dared not let any of them know I was here. Not just spying on them but even wanking while watching them make love.
The consequences would be very unpleasant. Having cummed, I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted myself. Damn, I tasted good.
“Daddy would surely love this taste,” I said in my mind, my eyes glued to the bed watching as my stepdad held my mother's legs, snapping his hips forward like crazy.
After several more minutes, my mother came again, and this time, he too cummed. He lay atop her for a few moments, saying sweet and salacious words, praising my mum, who was gasping for breath.
Shortly after, he got off the bed and upon seeing what was below his waist, my eyes widened. That was a monster cock. How did that thing fit into my mom? And would it even fit into me?
Being a virgin, I couldn't help being worried. Still, a greater part of me wanted that cock inside my quim, which had already begun throbbing again.
I saw he was heading towards my direction. My heart started pounding frantically against my chest as I made my way out of the room, praying he wouldn't notice me.
I shut the door gently, too, before rushing into my room and shutting the door.
Next, I leaned my back to the door, my right palm on my heaving chest while I silently gasped for breath.
“Hope he wouldn't notice?" I muttered, feelings of fear and uncertainty washing over me in waves.
Finally, after some minutes, I headed to my bed and lay sprawled, sighing as my mind recollected the memory of what transpired in my parents' room.
"Gawd, if only it could be me," I muttered in a somewhat despondent tone as I stared at the ceiling.
WYATT'S POVMy stomach sank the moment I stepped through the office doors. He sat behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, dark hair pushed back. There was no doubt it was him. The man whom I had a one night stand with.He glanced up and he showed me nothing."Wyatt Erwin," he read from a folder. "Transfer from the eastern continent. Final year.""Yes.""Your records are solid. Creedson has high standards, but I think you'll manage." He turned a page. "How do you like the city? Have you settled in?""Almost.""Is your family with you?""Yeah. Both my parents.""Nice. Having support matters." He put the folder down. "Sign here, here, and put your initials on the last page."He didn't twitch or bring up anything. He acted as if he didn't know me from anywhere. I chose to go along with it. If he didn't recall, I'd act like I didn't either."Hah," I whispered, reaching for the pen.But then he got up and came around the desk to walk me through the forms, and the moment he leaned over my should
WYATT’S POV.I stared at Ronan as we walked down the wide stone hallway together. He was exceptionally handsome, with a sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and dark hair that fell neatly across his forehead. A sudden stray thought flashed through my mind, reminding me of the intense heat of last night with Alessio, but I quickly shook my head and pushed it far away. I couldn't be thinking like that in the middle of a school hallway."Thank you for helping me, Ronan," I said, keeping my voice steady. "I was completely lost."Ronan smiled warmly at me. "Don't worry about it, Wyatt. The school layout is pretty confusing for new students."Just then, a student came rushing around the corner, nearly crashing straight into me. Ronan reacted instantly, reaching out with a fast hand to steady the guy before he fell over."Hey, watch where you are going," Ronan said smoothly, his voice dropping an octave. "You don't want to knock down our new transfer student on his very first day, do you?"The
WYATT'S POVI woke up convinced it had been a dream. The bed was too soft and the sheets were too smooth. I turned my head and saw him.Alessio was still asleep beside me. He was lying down on his stomach, one arm under the pillow, with his dark hair against the white case. His back was bare and the sheet sat low on his hips. He breathed slowly, like a man with nowhere to be.Panic crawled up my throat. This was the part I was bad at. The morning part where you have to talk and pretend it meant nothing while it clearly meant something.I was sore in places I didn't know could be sore. My thighs ached, my ass throbbed, and when I shifted, I felt the ghost of him still inside me. The memory hit so hard my face went hot.I eased the sheet back. The mattress dipped and Alessio stirred. I froze mid-crouch with one shoe in my hand.He didn't open his eyes. He just rolled onto his back which made the sheet slip. I nearly lost my mind right there.I grabbed my jeans and shirt and got out. The
WYATT’S POVHe was older than I was. Six or seven years, at a guess. He was a handsome bastard with dark hair that stuck up in the front and dark eyes that revealed nothing.I could have ignored him. I'd been planning to spend the evening by myself, thinking about the new city, and my parents who still expected me to act as if I were ten.For some reason, I remembered what Anna had said in my mind, for the thousandth time. Stop waiting for someone to come to you. Take what you want.So I exhaled and got closer. "You've been looking at me for ten minutes," I said. "Buy me a drink or keep counting."His mouth curved slowly. Like he had all the time in the world. "Ten minutes and forty seconds. You're precise.""You're counting.""Obviously." He got two whiskeys and didn't bother to find out what I wanted. That was quite rude, but the correct decision and he knew it. His name was Alessio. He presented it like a card he was trying to play, and then didn't even bother to give me any backs






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