Semua Bab Forbidden Confession:- An Extra Spicy Erotica Collection : Bab 51 - Bab 60

My heart didn't just hammer, it tried to beat its way out of my chest. It was a frantic bird trapped in the cage of my ribs, slamming against bone in a primal, mindless panic. The world narrowed to two impossible, colliding realities: Mason, still buried deep inside me, and Lily’s voice, cheerful and oblivious, echoing from the front hall.“Who the fuck is that?” he growled, the vibration a low, lethal hum that traveled from his chest directly into my spine.My throat was sealed shut. I couldn’t have answered him if I’d wanted to. Before the question even fully registered, the front door burst open. Light from the porch flooded the foyer, spilling a pale, ghostly rectangle onto the living room floor.“Jade? Mason? You guys home?”Lily’s laughter bounced off the walls, a sound that had always meant comfort and home, but now it was the sound of my own personal apocalypse. My blood ran cold, a glacial sludge in my veins. This was it. The nightmare. We were caught. We were ruined. I was r

The moment hung in the air, sharp as broken glass. Lily’s eyes locked on mine, wide and trembling, then darted under the table where Mason’s foot had been pressed against me only seconds ago. She didn’t say a word at first, but the silence was heavier than any scream.I pulled back in my chair, my lips parting to explain, to plead, but nothing came out. My throat was dry. Mason just leaned back, his expression unreadable, the faint curl of smoke rising from the cigarette between his fingers like he was watching a movie he already knew the ending to.“You-” Lily’s voice cracked before she steadied it. “What the hell was that?”“Lily—” My voice wavered. “It’s not—”“Oh, don’t even try,” she snapped, her face hardening. “I’m not stupid.”She spun on her heel and stalked out. My chest was tight, my legs weak, but I forced myself after her, catching up in the hall.“Please, just let me explain,” I begged, my words tumbling over themselves.She whirled around, eyes glossy with anger. “Expla

He didn't speak as he carried me. His arms were like steel bands around me, his strength absolute. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the scent of him—whiskey, rain, and something that was just purely, intoxicatingly male. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild rhythm that matched the thunder outside.His bedroom was dark and cool. He didn't place me down gently; he dropped me onto the center of the massive bed. The mattress dipped under my weight, and I landed with a soft gasp on the crisp, cold sheets. For a second, I just lay there, my body buzzing, watching him. He was a dark silhouette against the window as a flash of lightning lit up the sky, outlining the powerful shape of his shoulders and chest.He moved with a quiet purpose, pulling the dark Henley over his head. My breath caught. Even in the dim light, I could see the hard lines of his body, the defined muscles of his chest and stomach, the way a trail of dark hair disappeared below the waistband of his jeans. My eye

The doors of the elevator slid shut with a soft, final hiss. The hum of the machinery was the only sound in the metal box. The air, thick with the scent of her perfume and our unspoken desire, was electric. The forty-second ride to my apartment floor stretched out before us like an eternity. A cage for our sin.I turned to her, my gaze sweeping over her body. The black silk dress hugged every curve, a second skin that did nothing to hide the soft swell of her breasts or the flare of her hips. Her hair was a riot of dark curls, her lips a deep, swollen red. Her eyes, wide and dark, met mine for a fleeting second, a jolt of recognition and pure, unadulterated lust. My dick, a fucking iron rod for most of the night, twitched.She stood at the back of the elevator, her body a magnet, pulled away from me. But the space was too small. The air, thick with the scent of her perfume, was intoxicating. I hit the button for the penthouse floor, the highest floor, a place of isolation. The doors s

The days leading up to the appointment were a special kind of hell. I moved through my life like a ghost in my own home, a walking embodiment of my husband’s disappointment. At a charity function, I smiled and nodded, all while the words echoed in my head: a problem to be fixed. I felt like a fraud in my own skin, a malfunctioning appliance being sent out for repair. The humiliation was a constant, bitter taste in my mouth.Tuesday arrived faster than i'd expected. I stood in front of my walk-in closet for an hour, feeling like a soldier choosing armor for a battle I knew I was going to lose . I settled on a tasteful, conservative sheath dress in a bland beige color. It was a lie in fabric form, a dress that screamed respectable and untouchable.The address Daniel had given me wasn’t for a medical building. It was a private, unmarked apartment in the city's most exclusive district, a place where secrets were bought and sold behind centuries-old oak doors. There was no sign, just a sin