Semua Bab Unraveled by Desire: Bab 21 - Bab 30

(Mabel’s pov) His fingers just kept working me, going deeper, hitting spots I didn't even know existed. How the hell did we even get here again? With him, I just…lost it. Every single time. I felt so overwhelmed, my head, light and spinning with how he was touching me. Like my brain was short-circuiting. "Hmmmm…." Another stupid moan tore out of me. Oh, God, no. All that talk about wanting him to leave, about Luke and lunch? And here I was, practically screaming that I wanted his head between my thighs. My resolve? Gone. Just utterly gone. Then, just like that, the pressure stopped. His fingers slid out, and the heat of his body pulled away, his mouth leaving my breast. It was so sudden, that hollow ache hit me instantly. I felt empty. My eyes flew open, blinking fast, desperate to see him, to get him to not stop, to just keep going. "Get on the couch," he orde

(Mabel’s POV)I stirred in my sleep, slowly waking up, eyes still shut. I tried to move just a little, and a low groan slipped out. My whole body ached. Every single muscle felt used, stretched, and thoroughly worked over. Last night had been... a lot.I felt a warm, heavy arm tighten around my tummy. Steve. He was already awake. I could feel his gaze on me, even with my eyes still mostly shut. His fingers moved to my waist, then slowly stopped on my hip.“Morning, sleepyhead," he mumbled right next to my ear. Shivers went down my neck."Morning," I managed to respond, my voice thick, like I was still half-asleep. I tried to move away a bit, to get some space, but he pulled me closer. I could feel his cock poking my ass. I gulped."Restless?" he asked. His fingers moved in slow circles on my hip.“I probably should get up," I mumbled to myself. This man was insatiable, and he wouldn't think twice about putting me throug

I thought he had left, and a pang of disappointment shot through me. But I was wrong. I knew he'd already seen every part of my body, but him seeing me like this, standing naked in my bedroom, was still deeply embarrassing. I groaned internally.Steve's eyes darkened with desire, still wearing nothing but the towel that hung loosely on his waist. He closed the door with a quiet click and began to walk towards me. I spun around, fumbling to pull my bra on. I could feel his gaze burning into my backside as he got closer, his footsteps silent, yet loud enough to tell me exactly when he stopped behind me, towering over me.Then came the cold contact of his palm on my ass cheek. He gently squeezed, then delivered a light slap that echoed through the room, making me gasp in shock. Still, I refused to turn around. I wouldn't let him see the immediate effect his touch had on me. If I gave in now, he'd probably have me right here on the dresser.As I

(Steve's pov)“Enjoy your lunch. We'll talk later.” I lied. The damn words left a bitter taste in my mouth, a flimsy cover veiling the anger churning beneath. I wanted to drag her back, to finish what we started, to make her forget that pathetic excuse for a man.I didn't give her a chance to say another word about the stupid lunch date, didn't wait for her response. Her face, half-hidden by her hair, had already hardened with defiance, and that’s what truly twisted the knife in my gut.I spun on my heel, grabbed my clothes, the casual shirt and jeans I’d discarded carelessly, now bundled in a clenched fist. I left immediately. I slammed the bedroom door behind me, a sharp, echoing thud that resonated with the fury brewing in me, boiling in my gut.The cool air of the hallway did nothing to cool me down; if anything, it seemed to fan the flames of my rising rage. I took heavy, deliberate steps as I strode towards the exit.

“Who is Mabel?” Zoey repeated, her eyes locked on mine, searching for answers. “That's none of your business, Zoey,” I bit out, dismissing the question with a wave of my hand.“It became my business after you began to moan her name with your fucking cock in my mouth, Steve!” she yelled, lunging to her feet.“Don't you dare raise your voice at me!” I warned her. I snapped my fingers, a hard, sharp command, gesturing for her to come back to my lap.My own stupidity was staggering. The name had slipped out, and I knew Zoey wouldn't let it go. Her interest was piqued, and she would now obsess over who Mabel was.“Come here.”She obeyed, but sat stiffly on my lap. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, and leaned in to whisper in her ear.“Let's finish what you came here for.”I needed to fuck her to prove to both of us that Mabel meant nothing to me.My hand slipped beneath her tight gown, rubbing her thighs. Zoey’s hand shot out immediately, grabbing mine and yanking it a