LOGINShare
My Thoughts Full Of Sex..
Last Updated:
2025-09-03 01:01:05
Latest chapter
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. There Are Secrets They Don’t Tell…
Scarlette.Sunlight spilled through the curtains, harsh and unforgiving, dragging me awake. Along with it came the familiar sharp ache along my sides, the kind that never failed to remind me that sleeping on my back was no longer an option. Pregnancy had turned rest into negotiation, and every morning began with discomfort as the price.Liam’s arms were wrapped around me from behind, heavy and warm, his body pressed flush against mine. Every subtle shift I made made me acutely aware of him, of the way his chest rose against my back, of how we had somehow slept tangled together like that all night. Naked.The realization hit me fully when I moved.I carefully sat up on the edge of the bed, wincing slightly as my hips protested. Almost immediately, I heard him stir. Of course he had been awake. Liam always was. He liked pretending he wasn’t, liked waiting, watching, measuring my moods before stepping in.“Do you need something?” he asked groggily from behind me.Before I could answer,
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. Fuck Me One More Time…
Scarlette.I rolled my eyes, but heat crept up my neck. “I mean, I thought you left. You know, to one of those places you go after we fight? Back so soon? Took you minutes this time. Used to be days.”He turned his back to me, his broad shoulders tense under the stream. Silence stretched, water pattering the tiles. I stood there, towel clutched tight, but something pulled me. The argument lingered, but so did the pull between us.I let the towel slip, pooling at my feet. Cool air hit my skin, but I stepped in anyway, behind him. My hands found his shoulders, warm and slick. The shower’s steam wrapped around us like a lover’s embrace, thick and hazy, turning the bathroom into our own private world. Water cascaded down my skin, hot and relentless, but it was nothing compared to the fire Liam ignited inside me. His hands on my waist were firm yet tender, his fingers tracing the swell of my belly with a reverence that made my heart ache even as my body burned. I’d spent weeks p
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. Cracks In The Facade…
Scarlette. I moved fast, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as instinct took over. Before Liam could cross the room, before his eyes could fully register what he had seen, I snatched the papers from the bed.The surrogate files, appointment logs, payment trails, all that damning proof Rayne had risked everything to give me, vanished into the drawer beneath my clothes in one swift, desperate motion. I shoved them back until they were buried, invisible, and slammed the drawer shut.I could not let him see them. Not now. Not yet.I could not let him know that I already had evidence against Emelia and Ethan, because the moment he did, he would step in. He would slow me down. He would start talking about timing, strategy, patience, and protection, and I was exhausted from being managed like a fragile thing.He paused mid-step, staring at the empty bed where the papers had been spread moments earlier. His eyes narrowed, sharp and assessing, like a man piecing together a puzzle he
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. I Can’t Be A Doormat…
Scarlette. The morning light sliced through the curtains like a knife, sharp and unforgiving, cutting straight through my eyelids and dragging me from a restless, fractured sleep I barely remembered falling into.My body ached, not just from the extra pregnancy weight pulling at my spine and hips, but from the raw, simmering fury that had kept me twisting through the sheets all night. My muscles felt tight, coiled, as if they had been bracing for impact that never came.That dinner replayed in my mind like a recurring nightmare I could not shake loose. Mother’s venomous words, sharpened and deliberate. Emelia’s perfectly timed crocodile tears, falling just enough to look fragile without ever smudging her image. Ethan’s smug, infuriating silence, the kind that said he knew more than he let on and enjoyed every second of it.I lay there staring at the ceiling, my hand resting instinctively on my swollen belly, fingers splayed as if shielding the life growing inside me from the ugline
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. Dinner Erupts..
~~Scarlette~~Her voice broke when she finally spoke.“What are you getting at, Scarlett?”For a second, the whole room froze. The only sound was the faint clink of a fork hitting a plate somewhere down the table. Then Mother’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and heavy.“Enough.” She dropped her napkin beside her plate and looked straight at me. “You’ve said enough for one night, Scarlett.”I smiled, small and tight. “Have I?”“Yes,” she shot back, her tone turning icy. “You sit here, interrogating your sister like you’re some detective in this family. What gives you that right?”“She’s lying,” I said flatly.Mother’s lips curved into that knowing smirk that always made me want to throw something. “And who made you the judge of that? Tell me, has anyone ever interrogated you about your own pregnancy? No. But you think you can question Emelia about hers?”My hand tightened around the fork until my knuckles whitened.Mother continued, her voice rising, words venom-laced. “As far
Remarried Again; My Husband's Brother. Anxiety Crawled My Skin..
~~Scarlette~~ “What happened? Why did you go back?” Liam asked as he kept driving, his voice low but edged. I wasn’t about to disclose anything to him. If I did, he’d twist it into his way—telling me not to move, not to speak, not to act until he thought the time was right. No. Not this time. This time, I wasn’t giving him that power. “Nothing, Liam. I just… suddenly felt like asking Rayne about Emelia’s antenatals,” I said, staring straight ahead, my tone flat. “So what did he say? Did he give you any clues or what?” he pressed, not letting it go. “Nope. He didn’t. I was so disappointed,” I replied quickly, tightening my hands in my lap. “Really?” he shot back, suspicion dripping from his voice. “Or you just don’t want to tell me… because I sure don’t see disappointment on your face.” Before I could react, his hand left the wheel. His finger curled under my chin, firm, forcing my head to turn toward him. His eyes searched mine like he could peel my secrets out of me.
You may also like
My Dad's Bestfriend
Liz Barnet755.8K viewsCEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Faith Shaw726.3K viewsOne night stand with a Billionaire
Pixiepiu770.2K viewsOops! I Married A CEO By Mistake
Lisa Salman1.7M viewsLet me love you, Mr CEO
K.noir127 viewsFAKING LOVE
Sally Carson237 viewsDesires of Sin (A collection of Short Erotica books)
Blu🦋60 viewsOne Night Stand with the Secret Billionaire
Paragon182 views
