บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Confession: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The first time I really saw her was at dinner. Julia was laughing, head thrown back, a vulnerable sliver of white skin exposed on her throat. Her hand, a delicate thing with slim fingers, rested on her wine glass. My brother, Zane—my fucking twin—was telling some client story. He's a good guy, a simple one. Oblivious. He didn't see the way my eyes were locked on her. He didn't feel the tension. He didn't see my knuckles turning white around my own glass. He had her. He had her laugh, her smile, her body. And he treated it all like it was just…..there.My name's Ethan, and I wanted my brother's wife. It was a sin, this ugly, raw hunger that made my dick stir under the table. It had been months. A slow, suffocating burn of unspoken desire. A secret between my thoughts and my erection.Julia's eyes found mine across the table. Her laugh died on her lips for just a second. The air thickened. I couldn’t look away. My gaze dropped to her mouth, to that full, wet bottom lip, then to the swe

The door closed with a soft click behind Zane. We stood in the hallway, frozen, our hearts hammering against our ribs. My dick was still hard, still throbbing, a testament to the close fucking call. Julia’s eyes were wide, dilated, a mix of terror and exhilaration. She was trembling. The adrenaline was a fire in my blood."Fuck," she whispered, her voice a strangled gasp. "He….he was home.""He’s in bed now," I said, my voice low and urgent. "He didn’t see anything. He doesn’t know a thing." I reached out, my hand finding her face, my thumb stroking her cheek. Her skin was cold. She was still in shock."We can’t do this, Ethan. We can’t." The words were a plea, a desperate lie."Don’t lie to me, Julia," I growled, my voice a whisper. "You want this. You want it so bad you’re shaking." My hand dropped from her face, my fingers finding the back of her neck, pulling her closer. My mouth was inches from hers. "And I’m not going to stop. Not until my cock is buried so deep inside you that

The morning after was a fucking haze. My body still thrummed with the memory of her pussy, of her screams, of my cum filling her. I’d slipped out of the guest room just before dawn, making sure i was silent, leaving her there, wrecked and beautiful. I heard her moving around later, the soft sounds of her getting ready for the day. Getting ready to face him.I walked into the kitchen, acting casual. Zane was already there , making coffee, oblivious. He was humming some stupid tune. “Morning, guys,” I said, my voice easy, unaffected.“Morning, Ethan,” Zane said, “Coffee?”“Please.” I sat down at the table, across from Julia. She was nursing a mug, her face a little pale. Her lips were still swollen. Her eyes were red-rimmed. Only I knew why. Only I knew the truth behind her exhaustion. Her pussy, I knew, was still aching. And still wet.She wouldn’t meet my eyes. Not yet. The shame was a thick veil over her face. But beneath it, I could sense the raw, undeniable desire. The memory of m

The second he stepped into the laundry room and shut the door behind him, I knew I wasn’t walking out the same girl.Damon’s eyes dropped to my tank top - no bra. My nipples were already stiff, and I didn’t bother hiding it. His gaze lingered, dropped lower. He took in the cotton shorts clinging to my thighs, the damp spot I hadn’t even tried to hide.He held my panties like a weapon, red lace curled in his calloused fingers."Lose something?"I reached for them. He didn’t let go.“These yours?”I swallowed. “Yeah.”His hand didn’t move. His eyes didn’t blink. That jaw clenched, and something inside him broke. Snapped.He stepped forward. I didn’t back away.“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me.”My breath caught. “How do I look at you?”“Like you want me to break the rules.”I didn’t deny it. Just looked up at him, every part of me lit with electricity.His fingers curled tighter around the panties. “This,” he said slowly, “isn’t fucking normal. You think this is a g

The heat felt so alive....not just in the air, but in me, curling under my skin like it had teeth. It pressed down until my tank top clung damp to my chest, until the sheets knotted around my legs and made me want to claw my way out of them. Sleep wasn’t an option at least not tonight.Tonight was different.I’d been here in Lily’s room a hundred times, sprawled across the same bed, surrounded by posters curling at the edges and the soft, faded ghosts of teenage sleepovers. But Lily was gone for the weekend, and her brother was home.Mason.Just thinking of him made me press my thighs together. He’d been a constant shadow for years, always in the background, always dangerous in the way that had nothing to do with weapons and everything to do with the way he looked at you — like he already knew how you’d sound breaking apart under him. He moved like he owned his space, slow and deliberate, like he could crush you or kiss you and you’d be too dizzy to care which.We’d never crossed the