LOGINNora slammed her door shut and leaned her back against it. Her palm pressed to her chest, feeling the frantic beat of her heart—it was racing three times faster than normal. She glanced down at the towel wrapped around her body and yanked it off.
Her hand slid beneath her panties, tugging them away in a rush until nothing was left to cover her bare skin. She slipped her fingers slowly into her wet clunt, rubbing herself in a circular motion. The kiss, the thought of how Louis’s dick would fit into her, made her wetter. She had no choice but to bring her slick fingers to her lips, licking them off the way he had done to her on their first night. Her legs pressed together as if to cage in the desire burning hotter inside her. She rushed to her bed, stripped off what was left of her clothes, and grabbed her pillow. Sliding it between her thighs, she rocked against it, grinding in quick, needy strokes as if she were riding Louis’s dick. “Uhhhn…” A sharp cry tore from her lips before she could stop herself. Her body trembled, her thighs clenched hard, but release refused to come. The pressure stayed, leaving her cunt dripping and aching for more. Nothing was working. Why couldn’t she get him out of her head? It was stupid of her to still crave her mother’s husband after all her promises to herself. Her phone’s ringtone snapped her out of it. Nora groaned, snatched the phone, and saw Chloe’s name on the screen. “Motherfucker!” Chloe cursed as soon as she picked up. “What’s going on? You’ve been ghosting me, no calls, nothing.” Nora hadn’t spoken to Chloe since their last heated talk—the one she cut short because of Louis. Just the memory of what happened that day dragged her thoughts back for a second before Chloe’s voice pulled her to the present. “Nora!!” Chloe screamed, so loud Nora had to pull the phone from her ear. “At this rate you’ll make me deaf before I can explain myself,” Nora muttered, shifting the pillow away from her body. Chloe laughed. “Start talking. Did your stepfather make you cum, or did you suck his dick?” Nora’s cheeks flamed. “Eww! Nothing like that happened, Chloe,” she lied quickly, praying her voice didn’t give her away. Of course, Chloe didn’t buy it. “Oh my God! Nothing like that—so you mean you fucked him already?” Chloe shouted again. “If you keep screaming, I’ll end this call,” Nora threatened, yanking the phone from her ear for the second time. “I dare you, Nora. You won’t try shit with me,” Chloe snapped back. Nora smirked and ended the call anyway. Within minutes Chloe flooded her phone with messages, threatening to end their friendship if she didn’t call back. But Nora wasn’t in the mood for Chloe’s drama. She was still wet, still throbbing with need. She rushed into her bathroom, touched herself quickly until the tension ebbed, and came out wrapped in a towel that barely covered her breasts and skimmed halfway down her thighs. Her butt peeked out with every step. Just as she was about to drop the towel and dress up, her door burst open and Louis walked in. Nora froze, hands gripping the edge of the towel, her eyes wide. He looked maddeningly gorgeous in his red pants and a thin, transparent shirt that showed off every cut of his abs and the broad swell of his chest. Her legs refused to move as he stepped closer, eyes locked on her exposed thighs, his lips curving into a dangerous smile. By the time she realized it, he was already in front of her. His palm cupped her ass, pulling her flush against his hard chest. “Ahhh,” she gasped, chest colliding with his abs, his eyes dipping to her breasts pressed against him. His hand kneaded her ass firmly, making her body heat spiral out of control. Panic shot through her at the thought of her mother walking in. She quickly pushed Louis’s hand off her and stumbled back. “What are you doing here?” she asked, trying to hide how badly she melted in his arms. Louis’s gaze darkened. “I want you.” Her breath hitched. “You’re married to my mom,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I fucking want you,” he groaned, dragging her back into his hold. His lips crashed onto hers, prying her mouth open until his tongue slid deep inside. His grip on her ass tightened, squeezing them hard until she moaned into his kiss. “I want all of you,” he growled against her mouth, pulling back just enough to watch her chest rise and fall with her heavy breaths. “Why did you stop?” she whispered, frowning. Her words made him freeze. She wasn’t regretting her actions this time. She wasn’t denying herself anymore. Before he could reply, Nora dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. “What are you doing?” His voice cracked in surprise. “What do you think, stepfather?” she smirked, tossing the belt aside and tugging down his briefs. Her eyes widened at the sight of his huge cock, bigger now than the last time she saw it. With shaky hands, she wrapped her fingers around him and guided his length into her mouth. A groan tore from his chest, deep and raw. She pumped her head up and down, sucking harder with each stroke, her lips sliding faster until saliva slicked her chin. Louis lost control and pushed her head lower, forcing his cock deep until it hit her throat. “Fuck, bitch!” he cursed, hips jerking as pleasure racked him. Nora smirked around his length, bobbing faster, giving him deep strokes that made his moans spill out louder. But just as she was about to take him even deeper, a knock sounded at her door. “Nora? Are you in?” Angela’s voice floated through. Fuck. Her mother. Nora froze. Louis’s cock slipped from her mouth as they both whipped their heads toward the door, eyes wide in shock. ---CHAPTER TWO Clara woke up to sunlight pouring through the half-open blinds. Her whole body felt heavy and strange. Every muscle between her legs was still remembered last night. She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow. The sheets smelled like him. Pine soap. Warm skin and something darker. Her stomach flipped merely thinking of what happened last night.It was a taboo and she knows it but who cares.She was soaked again. The ache throbbed every time she moved. Her face burned when she remembered how she had cried his name. How he had licked her fingers clean like it was a normal thing. How he had guided her hands and also added his hands into her clit. A soft knock came from the door interrupting her thoughts.“Clara?” His voice was low and calm. “Breakfast is ready and you’ve got class soon.”She pulled the blanket over her head trying to hide her shame. “Coming!” Her voice cracked. She sounded so tiny.She climbed down from her bed, showered fast. She scrubbed her
CHAPTER ONE Clara slammed the front door with more force than she intended. The sharp bang echoed loudly through the quiet house, making it feel as if she had shouted her secret out loud.Her backpack hit the wall with a dull thud, and she kicked off her sneakers, one of which landed crooked by the coat rack. The campus shuttle had dropped her off early again, which was no surprise considering the usual traffic snarls.The house was old, with creaky wood and faded curtains throughout, but it felt safe. It was like a warm hug after the accident that had taken her parents from her. Ethan had been her anchor through funerals, piles of paperwork, and those long, restless nights when sleep refused to come. He was family, and he was her home.The fresh scent of laundry soap drifted from the laundry room, cutting through the stale afternoon air. Clara smiled softly to herself because he must have done a load for her again. Those little things, the way he stocked her favorite yogurt in the
CHAPTER SIX Friday came faster than either of them expected.Lana spent the entire morning scrubbing every trace of herself from the master bedroom. She folded his shirts with trembling fingers. She stripped the sheets that still carried their mingled scent. She carried her small pile of clothes back to the guest room like nothing had ever happened. Every movement felt slow and heavy. She felt like she had moved underwater.He leaned against the doorframe. Arms crossed over his broad chest. Jaw clenched tight.“You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly. His voice sounded low and rough.“I know,” she answered without looking up. “But I’m doing it anyway.”The doorbell rang at exactly 2:17 p.m.Lana’s heart slammed against her ribs. She smoothed Mia’s old hoodie down over her hips. She took one shaky breath. She walked downstairs on legs that threatened to give out.Mia stood on the porch with her suitcase. Sunglasses pushed up into her messy ponytail. Smile bright and brittle like
CHAPTER FIVE The first seven days after Mia left felt like living inside a dream that Lana never wanted to wake from. Every morning she opened her eyes to sunlight pouring through the master bedroom curtains and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Every night she fell asleep with her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while his fingers traced lazy circles on her bare back. They made love in the kitchen while coffee brewed, on the pool float while the sun burned their skin, against the glass door of the shower until the hot water ran cold. The entire house smelled like them now. Every corner carried the echo of her breathless moans and his low growls.But the dream started to crack around the edges.Mia’s messages came less often, and when they did come, they carried a new weight.Mia 🐾hey… you’ve been super quiet. Is everything okay at home?Mia 🐾Lana?? Did I do something wrong?Mia 🐾okay now i’m actually worried. Call me when you see this.
CHAPTER FOUR Lana opened her eyes to the soft chime of Mia’s alarm filtering through the thin wall at exactly seven o’clock in the morning. She rolled onto her back and pressed her face deep into the pillow that still carried his scent from the night before. Her entire body ached with the sweetest kind of soreness. The bite marks on her neck throbbed every time she swallowed. The slick warmth between her thighs reminded her how many times he had filled her completely. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to push away the heavy guilt that settled on her chest like a lead weight.Footsteps thumped down the hallway. Mia’s bedroom door flew open with a bang. Her best friend’s excited voice echoed through the entire house.“Lana! Wake up! The Uber is pulling up in twenty-five minutes! I’m really leaving this time!”Lana’s heart jumped straight into her throat. She scrambled out of bed and yanked the oversized hoodie over her head. The fabric still smelled like him. She buried her nos
CHAPTER THREESunlight sliced through the gap in the curtains and landed straight across Lana’s face. She woke with a jolt because her body screamed in places it had never screamed before. Every muscle between her thighs felt bruised in the sweetest way possible. Her neck throbbed where his teeth had sunk deep into her skin. She reached up instinctively and brushed the tender spot with trembling fingers, then yanked her hand away when the memory slammed into her like a tidal wave.She was still in his bed.Completely naked.Wrapped tight in his sheets that carried the heavy scent of sex and cedar and everything that was him.The other side of the mattress still felt warm under her palm. A perfect dent in the pillow showed exactly where his head had rested only minutes ago. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed a harsh 6:42 AM. Mia never dragged herself out of bed before eight on weekends. That gave them barely an hour to pretend the entire night had never happened.Lana pushe







