The Secrets

Chapter 2 —--- Feeling you Vivian’s POV Thirty minutes into the drive, Lucas turned up the radio, his loud, off-key voice joining Bianca’s in a duet that filled the cabin. They were completely lost in their own world, laughing and enjoying the scenery. I, on the other hand, was trapped in a state of high alert. Robert was solid beneath me. Unbelievably solid. Sitting on his lap, I could feel the hard, defined lines of his thighs, and the steady, heavy rhythm of his breath against my back. It was a dizzying contrast to Lucas, whose touch had grown cold and distant long ago. Ever since that night I’d seen Robert through his bedroom door, so powerful, so full of a raw passion I’d forgotten existed, I had been drowning in thoughts I shouldn’t be having. And now, in this cramped front seat, there was nowhere to hide from them. I tried to focus on the passing trees, letting the cool wind from the half-open window hit my face, but the heat radiating from Robert was overwhelming. Every t

Chapter 4 —- Out of the Frying Pan Vivian's POV At the sound of Lucas’s voice, my heart violently leaped into my throat. Robert and I tore ourselves apart in a blind panic. I scrambled backward, my hands frantically yanking the hem of my dress down to my knees, smoothing the wrinkled fabric with shaking fingers. Robert pressed his back hard against the passenger door, his chest heaving as he stared straight ahead, his jaw locked in a desperate attempt to look normal. My hands flew to my face, my cheeks burning so hot I was certain they were crimson. Outside, Lucas wasn’t looking at us. He was bent over, gripping his foot with both hands, his face contorted in agony. He had kicked a sharp, jagged piece of rusted metal rebar sticking out of the dirt path right next to the car door. "Damn it!" Lucas hissed, limping slightly as he finally grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. "Some idiot left a stake in the dirt. I nearly broke my toe." "Are you okay, Lucas?" I managed to say

Chapter 6 —--- Claimed Under His Nose Vivian's POV The sudden, gravelly sound of Lucas's voice brought my entire world to a screeching halt. Robert’s fingers froze instantly inside my soaked, throbbing pussy, locking dead in place. I went completely rigid, my eyes stretching wide into the suffocating, pitch-black darkness of the tent. My lungs seized, clamping down so tight I couldn't even draw a tiny sip of air. Every single muscle in my body coiled into a hard, painful knot of absolute, paralyzing terror. This is it, my mind screamed, a deafening, bone-deep panic, tearing through my brain. We're caught. My marriage, my life, my dignity… it’s all over. Just inches away, the heavy nylon rustle of Lucas’s sleeping bag sounded like a sudden crack of thunder in the quiet tent. I braced myself for the blinding beam of his flashlight, waiting for the shouting to start, waiting for the sky to fall. Instead, a heavy, sluggish sigh rattled through the dark. "Make sure... make sure you

Chapter 2 —- Let Me Feel You Bianca's POV “Honey, I'm home,” Marcus's voice boomed from the stairs. The sound was like a bucket of ice water. Jaden and I tore apart in a blind panic. I scrambled backwards on the bed, frantically smoothing my rumpled silk nightdress and pulling my pajama jacket over my exposed shoulders, while Jaden desperately fumbled with the waistband of his joggers. Just as we threw ourselves into what we hoped looked like normal postures, the brass doorknob twisted and clicked open. “Miss me?” Marcus smiled, stepping into the room. But his grin quickly faltered as his eyes darted between Jaden and me. Despite our frantic scrambling, the air in the room was practically humming with a heavy, suffocating static, and we were both breathing far too fast to be innocent. “What’s going on in here?” Marcus asked, his brow furrowing as his gaze lingered on Jaden’s flushed face. “Darling!” I cooed, forcing a bright, radiant smile onto my face as I glided acros

Chapter 4 —- Fuck Me Till I Scream Your Name Camilla's POV I sat bolted upright on Jaden’s bed, my blood boiling. I was absolutely seething. Who the hell does he think he is? My hands clenched the sheets so tightly my knuckles turned white. The arrogant audacity of Marcus to just throw the door open without a care in the world made me want to scream. Jaden and I were in the middle of something private, something intimate, and his father just barged in like he owned… well, I suppose he did own the place, but that didn't give him the right to act like a tyrant. The complete lack of boundaries, the invasion of privacy, and the smug, dismissive look on his face as he interrupted us was infuriating. I could feel a hot wave of anger rushing from my chest straight to my face. “You could try knocking, you know,” I groaned, my voice dripping with annoyance as I pulled the rumpled bedsheets tighter around my chest. “It's my house, after all,” Marcus said coldly, shutting the door behind