All Chapters of Spicy Desires : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Jesus" Charlotte breathed.The room went dead silent. The upbeat song still playing on the TV suddenly felt too loud, too cheerful for the heavy truth that had just landed among them. Tony reached over quickly and grabbed the remote, muting it with a sharp click. The screen kept showing colorful images with people dancing and laughing, but no sound came out. The contrast made the silence feel even heavier.Hannah’s voice cracked once again as she repeated, softer this time, almost like she couldn’t believe she’d said it out loud. “Zack… he hits me”Joan’s hand flew to her mouth, eyes going wide with horror. Irene’s eyes filled with tears instantly, her wine glass trembling so hard in her hand that a little spilled onto her lap. Tony sat up straight on the floor, his face going pale, the bowl of chips forgotten beside him. Richard looked stunned, mouth half-open, beer bottle paused halfway to his lips. Leah sat frozen on the sofa, not moving, not blinking, her glass still raised halfw

It was a message. It read:*Hey babeHow is your evening going? Can I come get you now?*Charlotte’s lips curled into a soft smile as she read the words on her phone screen. Johnny had made it very clear earlier that morning… Before she left his house, she was spending the night at his place. No excuses. He’d even joked that if she tried to sleep at home, he’d come over, scoop up her sleeping self, and carry her back to his bed anyway. The thought made her stomach flutter in the best way.Her smile widened. She typed back quickly, fingers flying over the screen:*Almost done. No need for you to come, I’d be there soon.*She stared at the screen, waiting for his reply. After about thirty seconds, she was about to drop the phone back onto the chair when another message popped up:*I’m coming to get you.*Simple and short.Oh, he was so manly and straightforward. She loved it when he got like this. It was really just a two-minute walk from her apartment to his, but knowing he was already

It was never planned. He just... always appeared in the stall sometimes… no prior warning, not even a hint that he might join her. She always got the feeling he simply liked to keep her on her toes… like he enjoyed the way her eyes would widen in surprise, the way her breath would catch, the way she'd pretend she wasn't affected when they both knew she was completely thrown off balance every single time.Her movements a little clunky and uncoordinated, she threw back the covers, edged out of bed, and carefully stood so damn thankful the room didn't spin. The soft morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a gentle glow on the rumpled sheets on the side she had probably spent the night tossing and turning. Her head throbbed like a drum. She pressed her palm to her forehead, willing the pain to ease just a little. Last night had been fun and laughs with friends, stories shared over bottles… but it had spiraled into a blurry mess. And now, here she was, in his bed, feeling

She stared at him.No.No, she wasn’t sure.Because Johnny was not the most predictable lover.He had zero problems doing things in bed that drove her completely insane… good insane and bad insane and everything in between.He liked pushing her. Liked testing her limits. Liked watching her squirm and beg and eventually melt under him.And he always knew exactly how far he could go before she broke in the best way.She licked her suddenly dry lips. “You’d really scratch my skin with that?”“Not so bad it caused you more pain than you like” he said slowly, voice dropping even lower. “But enough that it would give you some marks” His eyes went hooded, dark, and hungry. “I like to leave marks on you”She knew that.God, she knew that.Rough as he was, he bit her often… shoulder, neck, inner thigh. Left fingerprint bruises on her hips, her wrists, her ass. Sometimes she caught herself staring at those marks in the mirror the next day, tracing them with her fingertips, feeling a secret thri

Charlotte smiled faintly, picked up the other mug, and walked over to Karina, handing it to her. “So, where do you want us to go?”Karina pursed her lips. “I haven’t thought of a place”“Okay…” Charlotte said patiently. “What date then?”“I don’t have a date in mind either”Charlotte’s shoulders dropped as she let out a long sigh. “So basically, you’re just taking an opportunity to complain and throw tantrums?”Karina stepped fully into the kitchen space, her eyes fixed on Charlotte.“What I’m doing” Karina said slowly, “...is noticing that you’re happily spending far more time with Johnny, and you’re becoming addicted to his dick and forgetting we’re your friends”For a brief moment, the room went quiet, like even the air was waiting for her to say something. Inside her chest, her thoughts scattered and collided. Her insides were doing a crazy dance, tight and restless, because what Karina said was not entirely wrong.She took a slow breath.“I don’t know, Karina” Charlotte said. Her