All Chapters of Sinful Temptations (Addictive Erotic Stories): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I told myself that I would forget it, that it was a one time, in the heat of the moment lapse in sanity. That if I pretended it never happened, it would some how fade into some dark and forgotten part of my mind.I believed it enough for a while, until the image of him kept playing in my mind. I didn't bother remembering how his hands moved or the stares he gave while stroking. What stayed on my mind was that smug look, like a promise something like this would happen again.Days later, I heard he faint sound of keys on the door, and slowly it creaked open."Baby?"I forced my voice to be steady as I replied. "In here."My boyfriend stepped into the living room, a bag slung over one shoulder, the faint mixed scent of his cologne and the warm air of the apartment filling the air. On one glance, I saw how tired he looked from his trip. His shoulders slagged, his face looked a little unshaven, and the sight of him should have grounded me. But the moment he smiled at me, that little devil

I pushed him away the moment I heard footsteps coming closer. My hands were on his chest, shoving hard enough to break that heat between us. I didn't even look at him properly, just mumbled, "That was a mistake… and I'm not making another one," before stepping around him.My pulse was still everywhere, my palms hot from touching him, but I needed to move.I didn't wait to see his reaction. I just ran past, forcing my legs to go faster like that would erase what just happened. But then, of course, I saw it, that damn smirk.He followed me. I could hear his breathing not too far behind and then, just before he overtook me, his voice was right at my ear."Don't trust your boyfriend."I blinked, my steps stuttering for half a second, but before I could even turn to ask, he kept going."And instead of going grocery shopping at two," he threw over his shoulder, "you might want to check on what he does."My chest squeezed hard. I slowed down, watching his back as he ran ahead. How the hell d

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed and faint sounds in the kitchen. It took me a moment to remember I wasn’t in my own apartment but the delicious ache between my thighs quickly reminded me why. Heat flushed through my face as fragments of last night flickered in my mind. I was in my neighbour’s bed, and for damn good reason.His shirt was draped over a chair, so I slipped it on, inhaling the clean, masculine scent clinging to the fabric. It hung loose on me, barely buttoned and skimming my thighs. I didn’t bother with underwear; after everything we’d done, a little modesty felt pointless.I padded out and paused in the doorway to admire the view. My neighbour stood shirtless at the stove in low-slung pyjama pants, muscles flexing as he stirred something in a bowl. The morning light washed over him, highlighting the sculpted planes of his shoulders and back. A pulse of heat went through me as I remembered those strong hands all over my body just hours ago.He must have sens

I fell asleep that night tangled in sheets, trying to forget the complications of my life. Sometime deep in the night, I woke to strange muffled noises in the house. At first, I thought I was dreaming. Then I realized they were unmistakably sexual. I could hear the moans and rhythmic creaks. I reached across the bed for my boyfriend, but he wasn’t there. A sickening dread pooled in my stomach.Heart pounding, I crept downstairs in just an oversized t-shirt. With each step, the sounds grew louder. There was a woman’s breathy cries and a man’s low grunts. Dreading what I’d find but unable to stop, I nudged the living room door open a crack.In the thin slice of streetlight through the curtains, I saw them. My boyfriend was on the couch, shirtless and moving over a nearly naked woman beneath him. It was the woman he’d introduced to me as his cousin. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, skirt pushed up, and they were rocking together. His face was buried in her neck as she whimper

Days passed in a haze and in each moment, I hungered for my saviour. On this sleepless day, I just couldn’t bear it. I slid my hand under my camisole and ran my palm over my breast, teasing the nipple until it hardened. Why did you leave me, you terrible terrible cop, when you could have all of me?A soft moan spilled from me as I stroked my clit in slow circles. It was his fingers touching me, his lips at my neck, whispering dirty, beautiful things. I arched into my own hand, biting my lip to keep from calling out his name.My eyes fluttered open, heavy with lust, and wandered to the window across the narrow gap to the house next door – his house, now dark and lifeless. But then I caught a flicker of movement at that window. I blinked, thinking I was imagining things, but a tall silhouette remained there.My fingers froze on my clit. I must be hallucinating, I thought.He was still there. And as faint moonlight brushed across his face, I recognized that familiar crooked smile. He lif