로그인The silence after Mom and Richard drove away felt deafening. I stood at the living room window, watching their car disappear down the street as my heart started pounding with a strange mix of anxiety and forbidden excitement. Four full days just me and Damon in this big house with no one around to interrupt or judge. I told myself I would be good. I would keep my distance, stay and get busy with work, and pretend last night in the kitchen never happened. But I knew I was lying to myself the second I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs. Damon walked into the living room wearing nothing but one of those same low hanging sweatpants. His muscular chest and abs were on full display and the deep V-lines disappearing into his waistband made my mouth go dry. He looked like pure temptation. “You’re thinking too hard again,” he said, his voice low and rough as he came up behind me. His hands settled on my hips, pulling my back against his front. I could already feel his thick c
"Anyone home??" The front door swung open and there he was. Damon. The house smelled the same as it always had. Like vanilla candles and fresh laundry, but everything felt different the moment Damon stepped through the front door. I was standing in the kitchen with Mom, pretending to help chop vegetables for dinner, when his deep voice cut through the quiet afternoon like it belonged there again. My knife froze mid-air. I hadn't seen Damon in almost six years. Not since he left right after college for some big tech job in California. He'd always been larger than life in my memories. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet handsomeness that made people pay attention. Now at thirty, he looked even more imposing. His dark hair was a little longer, his jaw sharper, and those sexy gray eyes scanned the room like they already owned it. My mom squealed and rushed over to hug him. "Damon! Oh honey, look at you. Come in, come in. Riley's here too." I wiped my hands on a paper towel, su
Three months had passed since the wedding. Sophia was now Mrs. Jonathan Hale, happily posting honeymoon photos and planning their future while I drowned in silent agony. The guilt had not faded, it had only grown heavier and sharper like a blade twisting deeper in my chest every single day. I avoided family gatherings as much as possible but tonight, I couldn’t. It was Sophia’s birthday dinner at their penthouse. Every time I looked at my sister, smiling, giggling and glowing beside her husband, my stomach clenched with self-loathing. *She has no idea that the man she kisses goodnight has been fucking me raw behind her back.* Yet the moment Jonathan’s eyes met mine across the table, my pussy throbbed with dire hard need. After dinner, Sophia got slightly drunk and passed out early in their bedroom. Jonathan told her he would handle the cleanup but the very moment her door closed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me straight into his home office locking the door behind us. The secon
It was finally night before the wedding and somehow, the rehearsal dinner felt like a fever dream wrapped in silk and lies. Sophia looked radiant in her elegant cream dress, laughing and glowing as everyone toasted to their supposed perfect future together. Jonathan perfectly playing the role of the ideal groom flawlessly. He was attentive, charming, smiling at my sister like she was his entire world. But under the long dinner table, his foot slowly rubbed against my calf, sending sparks of forbidden heat up my thigh. Every brush of his shoe made my pussy clench with shame and desperate need. I could barely eat as guilt sat deep heavy in my stomach like a stone. *This is your sister’s night. Her future husband. What kind of monster are you?* Yet every time Jonathan’s dark eyes found mine across the table, my body responded with a rush of wet heat between my legs. After dinner, I slipped away to the hotel balcony for fresh air, desperate to clear my head. The night was cool, city l
The bridal shower preparations came and it was absolute torture. A beautiful, glittering nightmare that made my stomach twist each time with guilt and this forbidden excitement that came with it. Sophia on the other hand glowed and giggled as she opened gift after gift. Expensive lingerie for the honeymoon, naughty toys tagged *for fun* with her soon to be husband. Every time she held up something lacy or vibrating, my cheeks burned. Jonathan watched us from across the room, his intense whiskey eyes burning into me with every shift of my body. I felt really exposed, dirty and shamefully aroused all at once. Later, while everyone laughed in the living room, I slipped into the kitchen for more wine, desperate for a moment alone to steady my racing heart but Jonathan followed. The second the door clicked shut behind him, the air got thick with tension. “You looked jealous when she unwrapped that vibrators,” he murmured, stepping close to me enough that his body heat enveloped me. “im
Weeks passed in a blur of wedding plannings that completely consumed Sophia, leaving Jonathan with pockets of “free time” that somehow always overlapped with mine. Family dinners, dress fittings and casual drop-bys at the penthouse. He was everywhere and every single encounter left me more conflicted than the last. My heart raced with a toxic mix of dread and secret excitement whenever he entered a room. I knew this was dangerous. I knew it was wrong. But I couldn’t stop the way my body reacted to his presence. One rainy afternoon, I was at their luxurious penthouse helping Sophia choose centerpieces. The rain hammered against the floor to ceiling windows, turning the city skyline into a gray, blurry haze that somehow matched the storm building inside me. Unfortunately for me, Sophia got called away suddenly for a work emergency, leaving me alone with Jonathan in the living room. My pulse spiked the moment the door closed behind her. “You’re soaked,” he casually said, his voice lo







