FORBIDDEN LUSTS (Erotica collection)

CHAPTER 1

AMARA

Time seemed to freeze as my fingers paused, buried deep inside my pussy as I stared at the opened door.

Oh shit.

Staring right back at me, gaze flicking from my bare pussy back to my face was my stepfather.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I was screwed. So screwed.

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(12 hours earlier)

“Mum,” I called out, my voice ringing out as I stepped into the house, kicking off my shoes at the doorway.

My mum scurried out, her messy bun bobbing as she wrapped her arms around me. "Amara! Baby, you didn't tell me you were coming,” She pulled away, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked me over then pulled me back into a bear hug. “You should have called. I would have come to pick you up from school myself.”

Right. The usual chiding. Except I was done being babied in the house. I was no longer the 18 year old girl that had walked away when her father died so she could find a better life. I was 20 now. Still in college and I knew what I wanted. Starting with making peace with my mum.

“I'm fine,” I twisted out of her grasp, pulling my bag to the couch, where I dropped it before turning back to her. “I wanted to surprise you.”

She still looked amazed to see me and I used the opportunity to look her over. She looked different. Older but still as good. Tight leggings that clung to her impressive curves, her face glowing with whatever she used on it. Some of us didn't get that lucky in the gene lottery.

Not like I looked bad. Just not like her. Which is why I wasn't surprised when I heard a deep voice from the doorway behind me. “Baby?”

My mother literally squealed and rushed off to the person. “Trey! Trey! Amara is back. Come meet my daughter.”

Did I forget to mention that my mum had gotten married a few months ago again? I hadn't bothered to attend the weddingㅡ couldn't bring myself to attend the damn thing. It felt like he was a replacement to my father but I knew that if I wanted to make up with my mum, I would need to properly meet and accept the new man who was supposed to be my ‘Father’

Forcing a smile on my face, I turned around from where I had been admiring the new wallpaper and stretched a hand out to the man. “Hi, I'm Claire. Nice toㅡ” The words died on my tongue and I just stared up at him, my heart racing in my chest.

Holy fuck.

He was gorgeous and nothing like I expected. My mum hadn't bothered to send pictures because I had told her I had no intention of seeing her new boyfriend as I called it but right now, I could only stare, my lips parted.

I had expected someone with slightly greying hair with a goatee or some scruffy looking person but I was met with someone who looked like he was in his mid 30s, dark neatly combed hair, jawline sharp enough to cut through glass and a slight scruffle on his jaw.

“Nice to meet you,” His large calloused hand gripped mine firmly, shaking it gently.

I almost melted on the spot by how perfectly his hand fit in mine but I steadied myself. “Yeah. I've heard a lot about you,” I forced the words out, a small smile on my face as my gaze flickered to my mum who was clinging to his arm.

Right. Her husband. Stop being weird, Amara.

His brow raised and he chuckled, the sound low and deep. “Have you, Amara?” Something about the way he said my name like it was sin dripping in honey, made me shiver inwardly. “I was made to believe that you didn't know anything about me.”

True. But I wasn't going to admit that.

“Nothing of the sort. Just been busy with school and stuffㅡ” I struggled to look away from his piercing brown eyes.

It felt like he was looking through me, his gaze piercing into my soul. “Right,” He agreed, not pushing any further.

Clearing my throat, I looked back at my mum. “I should take a shower,” I pointed to the direction of my room. “Is my room available?”

Her gaze darted to the corner where my room used to be. “Why don't you just sit and I'll get the place ready for you, hm?”

I hummed, dropping into the couch, looking away when Trey whispered something into her ear, making her chuckle, pressing a kiss to his lips before she dashed away.

At least, get a fucking room.

Trying to ignore the incessant tapping of my foot against the floor, I watched as he collapsed on the seat opposite mine, his legs slightly spread as he pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal ink tracing up his impressive arms.

No weird thoughts.

I looked away, forcing my gaze to remain on the purple wallpaper that decorated the dining room.

“Nice, right?” His deep voice sounded after what seemed to be several minutes.

“Hm?” I startled, turning to look at him.

He was looking at me, his gaze blank. Oh god, he was looking at me. Why wasn't he looking away?

“You okay?” He leaned forward to grab a glass off the coffee table, pouring some juice into it. “You seem tense” He pointed out, his lips wrapping around the rim of the cup as his gaze stared at me above the cup.

And fuck me, if that wasn't the most intense thing I had seen in my life. My throat instantly dried. “Yeah. Just tired. Long drive.”

He dropped the glass back, leaning back against the couch. “So I have heard. I've heard a lot of things about you…” His gaze dropped for a second to my slightly exposed cleavage, his lips pulling into a smirk as he looked back up at me. “Your mum is leaving this night for a job in Milan. Guess we're gonna be alone for a while, huh? Looking forward to knowing you, Amara. Properly.”

Before I could utter a single thingㅡNot like I could muster anything with how shocked I wasㅡ He stood up, brushed lint off his shirt before walking into the direction where my mum was.

I blinked, my heart racing in my chest as a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead.

What the hell was that?