Semua Bab IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Cordelia and David grew up side by side their entire lives. If one fell sick, the other would follow almost immediately—a strange, shared affliction their parents found endearing. They were a packaged deal, pushed into every activity together. But the one thing their parents could never have predicted was their trajectory: drifting apart, falling in love, and then drifting apart again, into what some would call a toxic, enemies-to-lovers dynamic.That's what everyone saw from the outside. But at this moment, Cordelia's hands were braced against David's short hair as he licked her clitoris. Her moan was muffled by her own hand as he pulled back and then flicked with his tongue, for some reason, they had begun what could only be called an enemies-with-benefits arrangement. And this is how it all started.On Thursday, January 5, 2012, Cordelia landed a job as a bartender. It wasn't a fancy place, but it offered a good healthcare plan, and that was all that mattered. So when she found out

Norma lived a life that looked perfect from the outside. She had a husband who adored her, a steady job, a house in a neighborhood where the lawns were trimmed and the neighbors waved politely. Every day was the same: coffee, commute, meetings, spreadsheets, dinner, bed.But inside, she was restless. There were nights she lay awake next to her husband, staring at the ceiling, aching for something she couldn’t say out loud. Something wet, something forbidden, something she’d only admitted to herself in secret. She loved women. Had always loved women.Her husband never knew. He thought she was his, completely, without question. He thought differently of his perfect little wife.That was the danger. That was the problem. Because his wife was deeply in love with his little sister, Jade.The first time Norma saw her, years ago at a holiday gathering, she’d felt that pull immediately. Jade was breathtaking , tall, sharp-eyed, lips made for sin. She hugged Norma politely, but her hands linger

Ehi was never big on change. When she’d first gotten her period, she’d begged her mother to take it away because it felt messy and wrong. But when she woke the next day and it was still there, she learned to live with it.So when she and her godawful husband finally signed their divorce papers, she surprised herself by loving the change. She got the house. She got her freedom. And—almost unbelievably—she got her hot new neighbor too. That alone made all the ‘happily ever after’ nonsense worth reconsidering.Her parents had been relieved when she told them. She was divorced but also seeing someone new, and they were glad for her. Still, Ehi wrestled with the question: What exactly was she to Jacob Warner? Mistress? No, he wasn’t married anymore. Lover? Partner? She knew one thing: she liked him. She liked him a lot. And after spending nearly every day tangled up with him, she couldn’t deny it felt like more than just sex.That’s why she was in her kitchen tonight, setting out dinner, li

The cruise ship glided over dark water, lights glittering across its decks, laughter and music echoing from the bars below. But high up on the observation deck, Rebecca leaned against the railing, black curls spilling around her sharp face, cigarette glowing faintly in the wind. She looked like trouble, always did. Dark dress slipping off one shoulder, lips red, eyes catching every secret in the world.Lucy shouldn’t have been there. She knew it. Her heart hammered as she padded barefoot onto the deck, pale sundress brushing against her thighs, hair still damp from the pool. She was supposed to be asleep in the cabin she shared with Rebecca’s sister, her best friend. But instead, she followed some magnetic pull she couldn’t explain, drawn straight to Rebecca, the very woman she knew she wasn’t allowed to want.Rebecca smirked when she spotted her. “Well, well. If it isn’t the angel sneaking out after curfew.” Her voice was low, edged with smoke and mischief. “What are you doing out he

The art of sex was undeniably beautiful—not almost, but very pleasurable. It was like a drug, especially when shared with someone who knew how to dominate and satisfy. It was the feeling of taking a backseat when her body quivered from an impending orgasm that consumed her entire being, body and soul.Naturally, she tried to find a way to better it, to intensify it. She measured the experience, step by step, until she found herself ten toes deep in a lake without the water. That place could have been a nightmare, or maybe a dream.That's how Michaela had been feeling, especially since she started being dominated by him. The name of this man was one she would never be told, and it wasn't for lack of trying. Every time they finished, he would hold her, and she would hold him, asking for his name, but he would give her nothing.They fucked like animals, like rabbits. Sometimes they met in public, like in the covered booths of coffee shops, and he would give her an orgasm so hard she woul