로그인Temptation slips past every boundary and takes what it wants. What looks controlled, familiar, and respectable on the surface is only a mask. Beneath it, hearts are pulled toward desires they should never indulge—Dangerous. Intoxicating. Forbidden. Inside this collection, you will find stories like these: A lonely wife slipping into the arms of the one man she was never meant to touch… her bodyguard. A woman drawn to her husband’s brother, a quiet, brooding presence who has always wanted her too much. A young female employee unraveled by her CEO A student entangled in a consuming attraction with a professor twice her age And many more tales where lines are crossed and dangerous obsessions shimmers Every story is a sin. Beautiful. Addictive, and impossible to forget. Several forbidden passions. One unforgettable collection. Indulge… if you dare.
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Zoe's POV ~ I’m a psychotic, messed-up slut. The reason I’m saying this is because every time I look at my stepfather, I just want him to grab my legs, stretch them back, and drive that thick cock as deep as it can go… until I can't breathe. Don't believe me? Hold on. I’m about to show you. *** “Dad?!” I called for the fifth time before finally opening the door and letting myself in. Great, he was gone. My eyes scanned his office, the perfect four-square room that was the only one that served as the best cum-sturbation room in this whole mansion. “Perfect.” I said as my eyes landed on his computer, which was on his desk. Quickly I tiptoed to it even though I had made sure no one else was home but me. With my father gone for golf with his buddies, I had at least an hour, and I didn't want to waste it, so sitting in his chair, which still smelled of him, I went into his computer files to search for the videos that brought heaven to my eyes, and bingo, he was just in the middle of editing one. “Oh yes.” I said and then stood up and pulled my shorts down. I didn't have any panties on, so we were good. Quickly I pulled my top up so my little tits were free, then I parted my legs and played the video, and what a bonus! The video was about a stepdaddy and stepdaughter, just my fantasy and what I've been craving lately. “Ah yes, Daddy." The girl in the video cried out as the man slammed his cock in her pussy, and oh God, I just knew she felt amazing because I, from just the screen, was already shivering; I didn't even touch myself yet. Slowly as the video went on, I started rubbing my small boobs, squeezing the tits hard, my eyes focused on the computer at the girl moaning for her stepdaddy. My hand went lower, my imagination running wild as instead of my hands I saw my dad's, rubbing deliberately and slowly upward to my hips. I leaned back in the chair, and god, it smelled great. Now with my legs apart, I started grinding, moaning slightly at the sensation of my own hands as they crept up to where I craved to be touched, but then I heard my name. “Zoe!” Fuck, I quickly sat up; it couldn't be Dad. He wasn't supposed to be back for like another hour; that's how it always went. It has been going on for two weeks now, and never had this happened. Yes, I would lie in bed all day, but as soon as it's three, I would go and take a shower. Then by four, he says goodbye and goes for his golf thing. I wait twenty minutes before creeping to his office, where I watch one of the p**n videos he's editing. Then I fantasize about him and cum deliciously; that's how it always goes. “Zoe?” Dad walked right through the door, and I quickly got on my feet. “Dad.” I said, pulling up my shorts. Shit, my brain froze for a second, and I forgot to hide. “What are you doing in my office?” He asked, closing the door and taking a few steps in, and oh God, he was in his golfing clothes, showing muscles that I think just gave me an orgasm as they flexed. “Um, yeah, I was just… helping clean.” I said quickly and started dusting his desk by blowing on it, "Here, all clean.” I pretended; gosh, my cheeks were painful right now from all the blowing. “Really?” He raised an eyebrow and did that thing that always made my clit twitch in excitement. “You were cleaning?” He sounded surprised, and that's because of my situation. Gerald, or let me say, Dad, was my mother's husband; they got married five years ago after she quit the p**n industry. Oh yeah, my mother was a p**n star. Well, Gerald apparently ran the company she worked for, hence the reason he had so many videos to edit. From what I've picked up with their conversations with Mom, he edited best, and despite his company being worth a billion dollars, he did it himself. Gerald is the only father figure I had in my life; growing up, it was just my mom and me. Being a pornstar, I'm sure it won't shock you that she didn't know who my father is. Well, she made money, enough to hire private tutors because she didn't want me going to school and being made fun of; hence, I've been homeschooled my whole life. Mom was pretty lonely, I could tell. Well, then she met Gerald, and they were happy; they fell in love and got married, only to find out Mom was dying, and her last wish was to get married, and Gerald, who had been her boss for a few years, offered to marry her only for them to both fall in love. I buried my mother three weeks ago, and ever since then I've been fantasizing about the man she loved with all her heart, cumming to his images, and what's worse, I actually didn't feel guilty about it. "Your shirt…” he said, snapping me out of my thoughts, and that's when I looked down and realized it was still up with my boobs bare. “Um…” I quickly pushed it down; oh god, this wasn't supposed to happen. “You know…” He said, coming toward me, and I quickly moved from the computer. "I have cameras here,” he said, now going through his computer. "I know what you've been doing the past two weeks.” He added, and before I could deny it, an audio played, and it was of me, playing with my pigtails first, before I started touching myself and calling out his name. I said everything I was doing. That's how I remembered what I did at that moment. “Oh yes, Daddy, just like that!” That was me crying from the computer; slowly I turned to look to see if there was a video when I was met with Daddy's cock. He had shoved down his pants, and oh my god, it was just as beautiful as I imagined. Thick, hard of cum that made my mouth wet. I just wanted to get on my little knees and suck it dry. "I've been jerking to your videos.” His hand was now slowly running through his beautiful cock; holy fuck, it made my tits hard, especially hearing he's been jerking to my videos and that he's been recording me secretly, creepy in a way that made my clit twitch.~Liliana~Six Months Later.The private villa on the Amalfi Coast feels like another world. Terracotta tiles warm under our bare feet, the distant sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below, and the scent of lemon trees drifting through the open windows. We have escaped here for a week after Rowan finally hands over day-to-day control of several projects to his executives. No press. No custody battles. No pretending.Just us.Rebecca is back home with her grandparents for a short visit, safe and happy. Her laughter still echoes in my ears from our video call earlier. The custody war is truly over. Silvia has stopped fighting months ago, her threats dissolving once the world sees how stable and loved Rebecca is in our home.I stand on the wide balcony in nothing but one of Rowan’s white linen shirts. The fabric brushes my thighs as the evening breeze lifts it. The sun has just slipped below the horizon. Behind me, I hear the soft pad of Rowan’s footsteps. His arms slide around my
~Liliana~Morning light slips through the heavy curtains of Rowan’s bedroom. I wake first, tangled in his arms, my cheek pressed to the rise and fall of his chest. His skin is warm, still carrying the scent of last night—sweat, sex. For a long moment I don’t move. I just listen to his heartbeat, slow and even, and let the weight of everything settle over me.We have won. Rebecca is safe. The custody battle is over. But lying here now, naked and wrapped around the man who paid me to pretend to love him, I feel something far more dangerous than relief. I feel real.Rowan stirs, his arm tightening around my waist as if he senses I might slip away. His eyes open, blue and heavy-lidded, finding mine in the quiet light. No words at first. Just his gaze raking over my face, down the curve of my bare shoulder, across the swell of my breast where the sheet has slipped low.“Good morning,” he murmurs, voice rough from sleep and everything we have done in the dark.“Morning.” I trace a finger al
~Rowan~~~A few months later~~We're in the courtroom. Every little sound, a chair scraping, someone clearing their throat, feels way too loud. I sit there in the front row with Liliana right beside me. Her hand rests on my thigh under the table lightly. It’s supposed to be for show, but I don’t know what the hell it is anymore. My hand covers hers. I keep tracing slow circles on her skin with my thumb where nobody can see.Across the aisle, Silvia sits with her lawyers, her face pulled tight like she’s holding in a scream. Every time she glances our way, her eyes lock on Liliana and me sitting so close. I keep my face calm, the way a man who’s happily married should look. Inside, my stomach is in knots, but it has nothing to do with the judge. It has everything to do with the woman whose fingers are warm against my leg.The judge flips through the last pages, her voice clear and final. “After reviewing all the evidence, including the stable home environment provided by Mr. Cavendish
~Liliana~These days after the gala don’t really settle into anything smooth. They just keep going, one after another, in a way that still catches me off guard. Every morning Rebecca wakes me up the same way, her little hands grabbing my arm and shaking until I open my eyes. She always has some urgent job for us, like lining up her stuffed animals for a big fight or sneaking a few extra strawberries from the kitchen before anyone notices. I catch how she presses closer when we sit with picture books or when she’s trying to write her letters. I don’t rush her. I just let it happen.Mr. Cavendish stays busy during the day. He shuts himself in his office for meetings and phone calls that drag on late. But it doesn’t feel like he’s ignoring me on purpose. When we do run into each other, in the hallway, at dinner, or when he stops by to kiss Rebecca goodnight—his eyes linger on mine a little longer than they need to. He doesn’t touch me much. Just a quick hand at my lower back when we squ






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