Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lustful Desires (Erotic Shorts): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Nina barely knew how she got out of Marcus’s apartment.One minute his hands were still on her skin, his breath still warm against her neck and the next, she was stumbling down the stairs that she forgot the elevator, dress wrinkled, hair a mess, heart pounding so loud it echoed in her ears.Outside, the city felt too bright, too loud. Cars moved past, people laughed on sidewalks, and Nina just stood there, chest heaving like she’d run a marathon.What have I done?She pressed a trembling hand to her lips, still swollen from Marcus’s kisses. Her thighs still felt sore, her skin still tingled where he had touched her. And worst of all, a part of her still wanted him.I love Adrian, she told herself over and over, voice shaking even in her mind. But why do I still crave his brother?Tears burned her eyes. She wiped them away quickly, afraid someone might see. But shame wasn’t so easy to wipe off. It clung to her like a second skin.She fumbled for her phone, her fingers slippery with sw

She got up, restless, walking to the window and looking down at the city lights.And is it really just sex with Marcus if he still knows how to reach parts of me no one else does?Her reflection in the glass looked back at her, eyes tired but alive. For the first time, she admitted the truth to herself:I don’t know if I can let either of them go.She went to the bathroom, turned on the light, and stared at herself again in the mirror. Her fingers traced the curve of her lips, the place where Marcus had kissed her last.The memory made her body shiver, heat pooling low in her stomach. Even now, part of her wanted to go back to him, to feel that roughness again.God, what’s wrong with me?She turned on the tap, splashing cold water on her face, trying to wash away the memory. But it clung to her skin, her breath, her heartbeat.She stood there, dripping water onto the floor, chest heaving. The phone buzzed softly behind her again but she couldn’t bring herself to look.Adrian is patien

Then, quietly, Vee said, “Nothing’s wrong with you, Nina. But you can’t keep it like this. You’ll end up hurting them both and yourself too.”“I know,” Nina whispered, voice cracking.“Then tell them,” Zee urged. “Both of them. Be honest. Let them decide if they want to stay.”Nina bit her lip so hard it hurt. “I can’t, Zee. I just… can’t look Adrian in the eyes and tell him I let his brother touch me.”“Then start somewhere,” Zee said softly. “Maybe with Marcus?”Nina hung up, her hands shaking.She stared at her reflection in the mirror, skin flushed, lips still a little swollen from Adrian’s kiss.She felt disgusting, torn in half, but also desperate to stop lying.She grabbed her coat, threw it over her shoulders, and walked out the door.Just tell him, she repeated in her mind.Tell Marcus it can’t happen again.The night air felt sharp, stinging her cheeks as she walked the familiar street to Marcus’s building.Her pulse thudded painfully with each step, but she forced herself t

Nina couldn’t sleep that night.She lay on Adrian’s bed, staring at the ceiling. Her confession still echoed in the room, hanging in the air like smoke that wouldn’t clear.Adrian was silent beside her. His breathing sounded different, heavy, uneven, like he was fighting something inside.When he finally turned toward her, his eyes were dark, restless, almost desperate.“Nina,” he murmured, voice low and rough.She swallowed hard. “Yes?”“I need you,” he whispered, but it didn’t sound soft. It sounded sharp, urgent.Before she could answer, his hand gripped her waist, pulling her closer. His mouth crashed into hers, kissing her hard, almost bruising.Nina gasped into his kiss, surprise and confusion swirling in her chest.Adrian was always gentle, always patient, the man who touched her like she might break.But now, his hands were rough, urgent, almost angry.He pushed her onto her back, his body pressing over hers. His lips trailed down her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to st

They sat together in that quiet lounge, the air so heavy with tension and raw honesty that Nina could feel it pressing against her skin. Adrian sat to her right, gentle but protective, his hand brushing hers now and then. Marcus sat to her left, intense as always, his dark eyes fixed on her like he was trying to read every thought in her mind. No music played in the background, just the low hum of people talking and the occasional clink of glass. But around their little table, it felt like there was no one else in the world. Marcus broke the silence first. His voice was low, a little rough, like he was trying not to sound vulnerable. “Nina,” he said slowly, “you need to tell us what you really want. And don’t hold back this time.” She looked from Marcus’s dark, demanding eyes to Adrian’s warm, waiting gaze. Her chest tightened so much it almost hurt. “I…” she began, her voice catching. “I can’t choose. I love you both. In different ways, but real ways.” Adrian tilted his he