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Chapter 7 _ Breaking Walls

Author: Author Rex
last update publish date: 2026-02-25 17:31:24

Alexandra's POV

The loft in Portland felt smaller every day, like the walls were closing in on the secrets I kept trying to outrun.

I’d deleted EchoLink the morning after that explosive digital session—deleted it, reinstalled it, deleted it again.

A cycle of self-loathing and craving that left me exhausted.

Caleb had texted twice since the gallery opening. Polite. Casual. Asking if I wanted to grab coffee, see a show. I ignored him.

Not because he wasn’t kind—he was. Because every time I lo
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  • Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]   10: After Six

    The front door opened at 6:12.Maya heard the familiar jingle of keys, the roll of suitcase wheels over the threshold, her mother’s voice calling out that they were home and the traffic had been worse than expected. She was already in the kitchen, standing at the island with a glass of water she didn’t want, the sweater collar tugged high enough to cover the newest mark on her neck. Every shift of her weight reminded her what Noah had left inside her less than an hour earlier.Noah came down the stairs a few seconds later, hair still damp from a quick shower, expression carefully blank. He took the suitcase from their father without being asked and carried it toward the laundry room like any other Sunday night. Their mother kissed Maya’s cheek, talking already about the restaurant they’d found and how the hotel had been too cold. Maya smiled and nodded and felt the slow, warm evidence of her stepbrother still leaking out of her while she listened.

  • Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]   9: The Last Hours

    The light outside had turned that late-afternoon gold that always made the house feel smaller. Maya stood in the upstairs bathroom with the door closed, staring at her own reflection. A faint bruise darkened the side of her neck where his mouth had been. She tugged the collar of her sweater higher, then lower again, testing what would show. Nothing looked ordinary anymore. Her lips were still a little swollen. Her thighs still ached in that deep, pleasant way that made walking feel like a secret.Downstairs the front door opened and closed. Not their parents—too early. Just Noah coming in from the garage, the soft thud of his shoes against the mat. She heard him move through the kitchen, then the living room, then the quiet creak of the stairs.He didn’t knock. The bathroom door opened and he stepped inside, closing it behind him. The space was small. His presence filled it immediately. He was still in the black T-shirt from earlier, the fabric stretched acros

  • Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]   8: The Afternoon

    The clock on the microwave read 2:17 when Maya found herself back in his doorway.She hadn’t planned it. She’d spent the last two hours trying to do ordinary things—answering emails, folding the clothes that had finished drying, wiping down counters that were already clean. None of it stuck. Every time she moved she felt the slow, warm evidence of him still inside her from the laundry room. The knowledge sat low in her belly like a second pulse.Noah was on the bed, back against the headboard, phone in hand. He looked up the second her shadow crossed the threshold. The phone went face-down on the nightstand without a word.“Come here.”She crossed the room. He didn’t make her wait. The second she was within reach he pulled her down onto the mattress, rolling them until she was on her back and he was braced over her. His mouth found hers, open and hungry, tasting faintly of the coffee he’d made earlier. One hand shoved her sleep shirt up

  • Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]   7: Laundry Room

    Sunday morning arrived gray and quiet. The kind of light that made everything feel suspended. Maya woke alone in her own bed for the first time since Friday night, the sheets cool where Noah’s body had been. For a few seconds she thought maybe the spell had broken—that the weekend had burned itself out and they would spend the last day pretending nothing had happened.Then she heard the dryer running downstairs.She found him in the laundry room with the door half-open, folding a T-shirt that didn’t need folding. He was barefoot, in black joggers and nothing else, the muscles of his back shifting under the skin every time he moved. The small room smelled like detergent and warm fabric. When he looked up and saw her in the doorway, the careful distance she’d been bracing for wasn’t there.“Come in,” he said. “Close it.”She stepped inside and shut the door. The click of the latch felt louder than it should have. Noah set the folded shirt

  • Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]   6: Couch

    The television was on but neither of them was watching it.Maya sat curled in the corner of the living-room couch with her knees drawn up, the soft throw blanket draped over her lap more for something to do with her hands than for warmth. Noah occupied the opposite end, one arm stretched along the back cushions, legs spread in that casual way that took up space. The blue light from the screen flickered across his face. Every few minutes his eyes left the show and settled on her instead.The house felt too quiet. The clock on the cable box read 11:47. Their parents would be back in a little over a day. The knowledge sat between them like a third person on the couch.“Come here,” Noah said eventually. His voice was low, almost conversational.Maya didn’t pretend she hadn’t been waiting for it. She shifted across the cushions until she was close enough that his outstretched arm could settle around her shoulders. The second she was within re

  • Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]   5: Dinner

    The table was set for two like it always was when their parents were gone—plates, glasses, the same scratched wood surface they’d eaten at for years. Maya had thrown on a soft sweater and clean shorts after the shower. The fabric felt wrong against her skin. Every time she shifted in the chair she felt the slow, warm evidence of him still inside her, exactly the way he’d promised. Noah sat across from her in a clean black T-shirt and the same sweatpants he’d pulled on after. He looked calm. Almost ordinary. The only giveaway was the faint red mark on the side of his neck that her mouth had left and the way his eyes kept dropping to her mouth whenever she lifted her fork. They ate in near silence for the first few minutes. The only sounds were the scrape of cutlery and the low hum of the refrigerator. Maya forced herself to take small bites. Her body still hummed from the shower. Sitting still felt like a test she was already failing.

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