All Chapters of DARK SEDUCTION{STEAMY SHORT STORIES}: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ANASTASIA’S POV.The rest of the housewarming felt like it was happening under a magnifying glass. Every laugh, every clink of glass, every glance seemed hotter and sharper. Especially Vanessa’s stare. Her eyes tracked me like a hunter who’d just found her prey.And Isaac, God, Isaac. I blamed him for everything. Even after we were caught in the kitchen, even after her eyes burned holes into our backs, he dared to lean in and brush a kiss against my lips before letting me go. A soft, possessive peck that said we’re not just cousins anymore.My breath had nearly vanished from my lungs when I spotted them a moment later, walking out of the kitchen side by side. I wanted to bury myself under the floorboards but at the same time, a dark thrill pulsed through me. I loved the way he marked me as his, like he didn’t care who pointed fingers. Like I was the only one who mattered.I wrapped my fingers around my drink, taking gentle sips as my eyes flicked across the room. Vanessa had slid into

ANASTASIA’S POV“Are you sure, honey? Are you sure you wanna spend your birthday alone?” Mom’s voice floated through the phone, laced with that concern she could never quite hide.I tucked the phone tighter against my ear as my eyes flicked to the half-finished stack of papers on my desk. “Mom, I’m at work. And of course I wanna. I’m not a child anymore.” My tone was light, but the hollowness inside me lingered like an ache.“I know,” she sighed softly, the sound heavy with years of worry. “It’s just… Isaac isn’t home to celebrate with you, and I don’t want you to feel alone.”Her words cut sharper than I expected. The reminder that Isaac wasn’t here and that the day that was supposed to feel special already carried a quiet emptiness. I bit my lip, trying to brush it off before the sadness could root itself too deep.“Yeah, but at least I’ve got Kenny,” I said, forcing cheer into my voice. “We planned to watch movies, drink, and just… have fun.” “You did?” she asked, her tone liftin

ANASTASIA’S POVDinner was over, Isaac stood and began clearing the table, stacking the plates. I stayed where I was with my chin propped in my hand and just… watching him.There was something strangely intimate about it. The way he moved, sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing as he ran the water and washed the dishes. The soft sounds of clinking glass and running water filled the space, mingling with the faint hum of the music still playing.Every now and then, he glanced over his shoulder, catching me staring. He didn’t say anything.When he finished, he turned off the tap and reached for a towel, drying his hands.Before he could even turn fully, I was already on my feet. My hands found his neck and my fingers curled around the back of it as I pulled him down toward me. The movement caught him off guard and his body stumbled just slightly forward until I was pressed between him and the counter.My back met the cool surface, but all I could feel was the warmth radiating from him. His

ISAAC’S POVI shifted, rolling her over so that she was chest-down on the mattress, her curves pressed against me, skin slick and warm under my hands. My cock pressed against her again, hard and throbbing even though I just came, and I could feel her pulse matching mine, every tremble of her body sending sparks through me.“Relax, sweetheart. I would be gentle,” I muttered, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back gently, tilting it toward me. I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers, and when our mouths met. I kissed her like I wanted to memorise every inch of her mouth, tongue sliding against hers, teeth grazing softly, the taste of her driving me insane. Her moans pressed into me, muffled but needy, and I groaned against her lips, losing myself in the heat of her.One hand left her hair, sliding down to grip her waist, fingers splaying as I pressed her back against my cock. I moved her slowly, grinding her pussy against me, the friction driving us both wild. She moaned int

ISAAC’S POVThe door clicked shut behind them, and the apartment sank into a heavy, aching quiet. My chest rose and fell sharply as I stayed on the floor, legs folded beneath me. Blood slid warm and sticky from the split in my cheek, its coppery taste sharp on my tongue. The silence wasn’t empty. My pulse throbbed in my ears. My heart still echoed her voice. I love him. I love him.God, she said it. In front of them.I should’ve fought back. I should’ve said something, anything. But what could I say? Uncle was right, I'd betrayed his trust. I’d betrayed her.Only my mother remained. She stood a few feet away. I saw both her hands trembling and her fingers twisting at the edge of her blouse. Her eyes glistened with tears she wouldn’t yet let fall. They glowed with disbelief as the betrayal etched into every line of her face.“Why… why Anastasia?” she whispered. The sound cracked halfway through, small but sharp.I raised my head. My neck was stiff from the beating, and I met her gaze.