MasukThe rain tapped lazily against the windows of Jaston's apartment, as if the world outside was trying to spy on what was about to happen inside.Hellen pressed the doorbell with fingers still damp, her skin gleaming under the tight fabric of the little black dress. The high heels accentuated every curve of her leg, and her loose hair, a little damp from the drizzle, fell to the middle of her back. She knew she looked delicious. And she knew that Jaston knew it too.The door opened with that slow, sensual creak that matched the night. And there he was: black button-down shirt open almost to his chest, dress pants, barefoot. The gaze... that gaze that undressed her right then and there, before a single word was spoken."Hellen," he said, as if savoring the name on his tongue."Jaston," she replied, entering, her hips swaying subtly with each step.He greeted her with a glass of red wine already poured. His fingers brushed lightly against hers as she took the glass—and the shiver came lik
The silence that spread through the room was almost unbearable. I felt my chest rise and fall in short breaths, as if my whole body were a hostage to the memory of the kiss we had just shared. It was more than a simple touch of lips; it had been a dangerous invitation, a warning that there was no turning back.Adrian remained still before me, his eyes fixed on mine, as if he could pierce through every layer of my skin to reach what I was hiding. And yet, I couldn't move. It was as if my legs wouldn't respond, as if my mind had surrendered to his mere presence."You know you shouldn't be here," I murmured, my voice faltering.He smiled crookedly, a slow smile, laden with mischief, as if he were savoring my hesitation."I know." He took a step forward, so close I could almost feel the heat of his body. "But you also know you want me here."The confession pulsed within me, overwhelming, as if he had spoken aloud the secret I spent nights trying to deny. I averted my gaze, but he raised m
The corridor seemed narrower than it really was. Gabriela walked hurriedly, clutching a stack of papers to her chest that barely made sense—it was just a disguise to keep her hands busy, so no one would notice the tremor that insisted on running through her fingers. Since the near-accident that almost gave them away, her heart hadn't returned to its normal rhythm.She tried to maintain her composure, but inside her a whirlwind grew. Guilt, fear, and something even more dangerous: her addiction to Adrian's presence. Every exchanged glance, every disguised touch, was like a drug.Gabriela knew that if anyone caught them, there would be no possible excuse. Lucas trusted her blindly, treated her as part of his life, his home, almost like family. And yet, she was losing herself in the arms of the man she should least desire.Fate, however, seemed to enjoy playing with them.Adrian appeared at the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall in a relaxed manner, but his eyes burned her. Sh
The sun hadn't even risen when Gabriela awoke with her body still aching, marked by Aslan's hands and mouth. The morning breeze drifted through the half-open window, but it couldn't erase the heat that still lingered between the sheets. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to catch her breath, as if it had all been just a dream. But it wasn't. It was there. In her body. On her skin. In his scent clinging to her.The distant sound of the front door slamming made Gabriela's blood run cold."Lucas..." she whispered, sitting up quickly in bed, pulling the sheet to cover her naked body.Aslan was still lying down, his bare chest rising and falling in a lazy rhythm, as if he didn't feel the weight of the world now crushing her shoulders."Relax," he said, his voice hoarse and calm. "He won't come up now. He always goes straight to the kitchen.""This isn't normal, Aslan. This isn't right... My God, what have we done?""What we wanted to do. What we've been desiring for days," he replied
After that night, Gabriela felt that nothing would be the same. Her best friend's house was never again just a place for laughter and trivial conversation. Every encounter with Adrian tasted of the forbidden, and that only increased the fire burning inside her, making her body burn with uncontrollable desire. Adrian became a master at provocation. Their meetings, always furtive and charged with tension, transformed into true plunges into raw, unfettered pleasure. It was as if each touch of his tore away pieces of the resistance Gabriela still tried to maintain, but which crumbled with every second. On a hot afternoon, Gabriela arrived at the house to help Lucas organize some things. She knew he wouldn't be there and that she could seize a moment alone with Adrian—even though it was a tremendous risk that accelerated her heart. As soon as she entered the kitchen, he was waiting for her, leaning against the counter, his expression dark and his hungry gaze gleaming under the low li
The night arrived slowly, laden with unspoken promises and hidden desires. Gabriela was at Lucas's house to help her friend organize some things for college, but inside her, a fire that only grew burned uncontrollably. Since the last encounter with Adrian, she could barely think straight. Every look from him was an invitation, every gesture, a provocation impossible to ignore.Lucas went out to answer a phone call, leaving Gabriela alone in the living room. The heavy silence of the house seemed to amplify her confused thoughts, until she felt his presence behind her. Adrian entered slowly, as if not wanting to scare her, but the weight of his presence made the air almost unbreathable."You shouldn't be here alone," he said in that deep voice, a tone of warning and desire at the same time.She turned to face him, her body already reacting automatically, her eyes fixed on his."I can't think about leaving," she confessed, feeling her heart race.Adrian moved closer and left no room for







