All Chapters of Forbidden Affairs : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The next morning, sunlight sliced through the blinds like a silent accusation. Ivy lay in her bed, eyes wide open, heart pounding against her ribs like a drum she couldn’t silence. The sheets still smelled like Harper. Her thighs ached. Her lips were swollen. She hadn’t slept. Not a second. Harper had kissed her goodnight, casual and unbothered, before slipping back into her own room. Like what had happened—the way she had touched Ivy, eaten her out like it meant something, made her body sing in ways it never had—was nothing more than a favor. A casual lesson. Just girls being girls. But Ivy’s body remembered. Every flick of Harper’s tongue. Every moan she didn’t know she could make. The way she shattered with one orgasm and then melted into another like Harper had pulled her apart cell by cell. She sat up slowly, hugging her knees, too aware of how damp she still was, how hot her skin still burned from a single night. She hadn’t just liked it. She’d loved it. And she h

Jace couldn’t sleep.It had been forty-two hours since he fucked Lily over his desk, and he could still smell her perfume on his clothes. Still feel her tight around him, her body writhing, her moans echoing off the glass walls like a filthy confession. He had cleaned the office twice—thoroughly. It didn’t help. The memory was burned into the wood grain, into his skin, into his mind.He’d crossed a line. Not just professionally, but morally, personally. She was twenty-two. His boss’s daughter. The one girl in the entire building—hell, in the entire world—he should’ve never touched. Yet when she whispered “don’t make a sound,” he hadn’t moved. He’d frozen like a man caught between death and orgasm.And now he was waiting for the fallout.But it never came.No call from HR. No furious message from Mr. Calder. No cryptic text from Lily. Just silence. Dangerous, suffocating silence.Until 11:03 p.m. that night.Three knocks on his apartment door.He froze.Three slow, deliberate knocks.H

The lake house was bigger than Ava expected—tucked between tall trees and perched on the edge of still, dark water. The sun had barely begun to set when Mason pulled the car into the gravel driveway, his hand resting lazily on her thigh, fingers warm through her shorts. She smiled, leaning toward him for a kiss, but the moment he cut the engine, he was already jumping out.“Babe, come on! They’re probably already drinking,” he called.Ava followed, slower. She wasn’t nervous—exactly. Just aware. Aware that this was the first time she’d be around all of Mason’s childhood friends. The guys he talked about like brothers. The ones she’d only ever seen in tagged photos or heard through drunken stories.Inside, the house smelled like beer and cologne and the faded musk of testosterone. Hardwood floors. Leather couches. An open kitchen full of empty bottles and chip bags. Three shirtless men were sprawled across different spots in the living room, and when they looked up, their stares locked

The night started like all the others—laughter, liquor, music pulsing low through the lake house. But something had changed. Ava could feel it in the air, thick as smoke, clinging to her skin like sweat. Every look lingered. Every touch sparked. Every breath she took felt too loud, too shallow. Mason passed out around midnight—too many beers, too many shots. He slumped onto the couch, one arm dangling over the edge, snoring lightly. The others kept drinking, their eyes cutting toward Ava more freely now. Less pretending. Less pretense. She stood, heart pounding, pretending to stretch. Jace locked eyes with her across the kitchen. Leo gave her that look again—the one that made her thighs clench. Ty leaned in the doorway, sipping whiskey, tongue brushing his bottom lip. She walked away. They followed. She didn’t look back as she crossed the deck and slipped into the guest house beside the main cabin. It smelled like cedar and lake water, dimly lit with just a single lamp castin

The storm had been raging for hours, thunder growling low like the belly of something primal and angry. Rain battered the stained glass windows of the small countryside convent, washing the world clean—except for Sister Seraphina’s thoughts. She knelt alone in the chapel, rosary between her fingers, whispering the same Hail Mary over and over in a desperate attempt to quiet the war within her.She had always been devoted, pure, obedient. A vessel for God, untouched and unspoiled. Yet tonight, there was a restless throb between her legs she didn’t understand. Her lips moved in prayer, but her skin burned with something else. A flickering heat that had been haunting her since the week before, when she had caught sight of her own reflection in the bath and lingered, wondering… what it might feel like to be seen. Touched.The wind howled like a warning, and she rose to extinguish the last candle—when the wooden door to the chapel creaked open. Slowly. Unnaturally.She froze.A man stepped