Forbidden Tales (A Collection of Short Stories )

Mia's POV:

I never imagined I'd fuck my best friend's brother. Okay, wait—that's a lie.

Maybe I'd fantasized about it a few times, but I never actually intended to go through with it.

At least, not until tonight.

I hadn't meant to stay awake. I was thirsty—parched, really—and honestly, I wanted to just tough it out till morning. But the dryness in my throat wouldn't let me.

My best friend, Lorena, and I had just gotten back from a house party and decided to crash at her place. We were supposed to call Ubers and head to our separate homes after the party, but I had to escort her and make sure she got in safely because she was way too drunk to be left alone. I could've gone home after dropping her off, but it was 2 a.m., and I wasn't trying to get robbed or kidnapped. So I stayed.

Little did I know that very decision would change everything.

I was on my way back from the kitchen, glass of water in hand, when I noticed his door was slightly open. It seemed almost intentional—like he wanted me to see something I wasn't supposed to.

I'm sure you're wondering why I'm saying this, but I could have sworn that when I passed the hallway the first time to get the water, the door was closed. So it didn't make sense how it was now slightly ajar.

My plan was to walk past, act like I didn't notice—it was really none of my business, to be honest.

But that plan immediately poofed into thin air the moment I saw him.

Kade.

His back was facing me. Bare-backed and glistening, sweat painting his skin like he'd just finished an intense workout. The air was thick with sex and his cologne—dark, intoxicating.

I knew Kade was attractive, but this? This was something else entirely.

Oh my.

His shoulders were broad, the kind that made fingers itch to trace the hard line of muscle down his back. The dim light caught the sweat along his spine, that tantalizing dip between his ridges—like an invitation.

And lower… oh fuck.

His waist tapered just enough to steal my breath, muscles flexing as he searched for something in a drawer. Then those two sinful dimples right above his—

A soft voice shattered my staring.

"Can't wait for you to fucking ruin me."

That was when my gaze snapped from Kade to where the voice came from, my eyes landing on the girl sprawled on the bed.

And honestly, I wasn't expecting who I saw. I was so shocked that my hand immediately flew over my mouth as my jaw dropped.

That had to be the biggest plot twist I'd witnessed all year. The girl in the bed was Kayda—the class captain in mine and Lorena's class. She was every professor's pet and always acted like the holiest person on the planet, like some morality police. So imagine my shock seeing her naked, legs splayed apart, teasing her own nipples, inviting Kade to join her as her voice dripped with clear need.

I was still processing her in that state when I heard the drawer Kade had been rummaging through slam shut, the noise loud in the quiet.

He shut the drawer. Then he turned.

And there it was.

His cock.

Hard. Thick. Veins straining.

Fuck, he was huge.

But in his hand—something pink. He tossed it lightly, catching it with a smirk before pressing a button. A buzz filled the air.

I couldn't believe my eyes. There, tucked in his drawer, was a vibrator. Why did he just casually have a—

Kade moved towards her, knelt at the edge of the bed, and dragged her hips to meet him. Her legs hooked over his shoulders as he pressed the vibrator to her clit.

She shuddered.

And damn, somehow my imagination had replaced her with me. And holy shit, I knew it felt good.

It had to.

My thighs pressed together as my pussy watered, watching the vibrator buzz against her clit.

"Ugh—"

His mouth trailed down her thighs, teeth grazing skin before he sealed his lips over her cunt.

And just then, he removed his lips and slid two fingers inside.

"Fuck." Her hands fisted the sheets.

Oh shit.

He worked her with ruthless precision—fingers thrusting, slowly at first, then increasing his pace, maintaining eye contact as she writhed in front of him.

The vibrator still humming on her clit.

"Kade—!" Her back arched, nails raking his hair.

"I'm just getting started, Kayda." His voice was a dark promise.

I should've been disgusted. I should have walked away.

But my feet stayed rooted. My thighs pressed tighter.

And worst of all—my pussy was throbbing.

He flipped her onto her knees, mouth devouring her from behind. The sounds she made—gasping, whimpering—sent heat pulsing between my legs.

Fuck. I could feel it. The way his tongue moved. The way she clawed at the sheets.

And then—

He stood, dragging the head of his cock along her slit, teasing—then drove into her with one sharp thrust, filling her.

"Shit… you feel so… nghh… good." Her cry was ragged.

His hips snapped forward, driving into her with brutal strokes. Skin slapping skin. The headboard slamming against the wall.

I bit my lip, my own body betraying me.

I shouldn't have been watching.

I shouldn't want this.

But God, I did.

Her eyes rolled back as she came with a scream. Kade's growl of satisfaction sent a shock straight to my core.

I should've walked away, there and then. Should've tiptoed back to Lorena's room and pretended I'd seen nothing but an empty hallway.

Instead, I leaned closer. And it was in that moment that—

CRASH.

The glass cup slipped from my hands, shattering at my feet, the water spilling all over the carpet.

Oh no.

I instantly rushed and knelt down to the floor to try and gather the shards of glass when I realized the sudden silence.

No more moaning. No more movements. Nothing at all.

I slowly raised my gaze from the broken shards on the carpet, hoping it wasn't what I was thinking. Did they—

The moment my gaze went back up, I saw them staring at me.

They heard.

They saw.

Fuck.