All Chapters of THRUSTS AND TEMPTATIONS [Steamy and Short Eroticas): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

JANELLE’S POVThe ceremony ended after a few more hours of boringness. I believed the engagement party was just a social event where affluent families met each other, not for the couple as no one even sent a glance my way or at least, well wishes. I sat on the stage alone, watching everyone enjoy my engagement party except me. Occasionally my eyes would meet with Jamie’s and he’d wink or smirk at me, making me flush in front of everyone. After the event, father suggested I stayed with my husband’s family since the wedding was in two days. Mother refused, claiming she wanted to spend at least one more day before I was whisked off to my husband’s home. A few complaints from her and pressure from those nearby made father grumpily agreed. As if I wanted to stay with him in the first place when I could be in a house alone with my dirty and sexy Father-in-law.I hadn’t even seen my husband but I couldn’t care less. I wanted to fuck his father, and I will. We went home and I heard Fa

JANELLE’S POV“It’s not anything major but I wouldn’t underestimate it,” the doctor said. “Follow everything I told you and you’d be fine in weeks.”I stood by the door watching the doctor and his assistant nurse treat my brother. After they finished, they packed up and left. Father finally turned to me since I stabbed Andrew. “You know you’re getting married tomorrow so I can’t hit you. That’s why you did this, right?”That wasn’t the reason behind my actions but I didn’t bother to explain it to him. I just stood there staring at him and waiting for his mouth to stop moving. He stood up and walked so close I was certain he’d hit me, but he didn’t. “You’ll go to the store room outside and sleep on the floor with the rats.”I shook my head. “No.”I heard Mother and Andrew gasp behind us. Father’s face formed into a frown. “Did you just say no to me, Janelle?”“I did,” I answered, folding my arms across my chest. “It’s the least I really want to do to you considering how you treated

JANELLE’S POV * *His hand was still tugging on my hair but after I protested, he let go. My hair had taken hours to get styled and I didn’t want anyone suspicious of me when I showed up with it undo. I slid off the seat onto my knees, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock. It was just as I expected. It was thick, hard and… beautiful. I wrapped my hands around it and it felt soft, velvety and warm. I twist one hand around the base and squeezed his balls gently with the other. “Ah, yes,” he groaned. I watched the pre-cum drip from the swollen tip, and my mouth watered, wanting to swallow that. I was hungry for it and I wanted to taste every inch of him.But I held back for now. I twisted my hand around the based, and squeezed his balls, still watching his dick twitch with every move of my hand. I heard him take a sharp breath. “Don’t torture me any longer, daughter-in-law. I want to feel that smart mouth around my cock.”I raised my face to his so I could respond but he

JANELLE’S POV The room froze the second I burst in. Both men turned sharply, shock flickering across Father’s face and something unreadable crossing Jamie’s. “How long have you been standing there?” Jamie asked, catching himself first. My fist clenched by my side. “Long enough.” I saw him swallow. Good. He should be fucking scared of me right now. “What did you hear?” “I heard enough,” I said, my voice calm despite the fire tearing through my chest. “You really do believe I’m property.” Father recovered quickly, his lips curling in disdain. “You shouldn’t be eavesdropping, Janelle.” “I shouldn’t have been sold either,” I shot back. “But here we are.” Jamie took a step toward me. “Janelle—” “Don’t,” I said, cutting him off. My eyes burned as I looked at him. “You knew I was already married to your son, Jamie. And you still looked me in the eye and promised to help me.” “I was trying to,” he said. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to panic o

ARYA’S POVThe first time I stepped into the confessional, I told myself I was there for ordinary sins. Impatience. Envy. The occasional lie that slipped too easily from my tongue. I even rehearsed them as I walked down the aisle, my heels hitting against the polished floor, and my pulse calm. The church was nearly empty. Late afternoon light spilled through the stained glass and painted the pews in diluted blues and reds. I dipped my fingers into the holy water, crossed myself, and knelt. The confessional booth waited ahead. I slipped inside and shut the door, and the air changed. It felt smaller, heavier and the scent of old wood and incense wrapped around me. I knelt on the thin cushion and folded my hands, but they would not stay still. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I began. My voice sounded different in the dark, softer and calm, nothing like the storm inside me. “It has been three weeks since my last confession.” On the other side of the