All Chapters of Lust Behind Closed Doors: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The silence in the mansion was suffocating.Elena leaned back against the plush headboard, her eyes fixed on the golden chandelier above her, its light casting soft glimmers over the expensive sheets. She shifted, the silk of her nightgown sliding up her thighs, exposing smooth skin. A sigh slipped past her lips, heavy with loneliness.Down the hall, she knew her husband was locked away in his study, his voice probably raised on another late-night phone call. Richard had a way of making her feel like a beautiful ornament—something to look at, something to display, but never something to hold.She pressed her palm against the empty side of the bed. Cold. Untouched.The sharp crunch of tires on gravel outside startled her. Her head turned toward the window, and through the sheer curtains she saw the beams of headlights sweep across the driveway. A sleek black car rolled to a stop near the garage.Her breath caught.He was here.Adrian.Richard’s son. Her stepson.Elena hadn’t seen him i

Elena didn’t sleep a single hour.She had gone back to her room after the kitchen incident, but her body refused to settle. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Adrian’s fingers grazing her thigh again, lingering, promising. Every time she turned her head on the pillow, she swore she could still smell his cologne — sharp, masculine, dangerously addictive.By dawn, she sat upright in bed, robe clutched around her, exhausted yet restless. Her husband, Gregory, was away on a week-long business trip, and the emptiness of the mansion suddenly felt like a trap. A gilded cage where temptation lurked behind every corner.She thought of making breakfast, distracting herself, maybe even calling a friend. But the sound of footsteps in the hall froze her blood.She didn’t have to look to know. It was him.Adrian.The soft creak of her door made her chest squeeze tight. She turned quickly, heart pounding, and there he was — leaning casually against the frame, hair tousled, a lazy smirk tugging

The mansion was too quiet.Elena had spent the day scrubbing counters, rearranging bookshelves, folding already-folded clothes—anything to keep herself busy. Anything to avoid thinking about the kiss. About his hands pinning her to the wall. About the way her body burned every time he came too close.But it was useless.No matter how hard she tried, Adrian lingered in her thoughts like a shadow she couldn’t escape. She hated herself for it. She hated the way her pulse spiked at the thought of him. She hated the way her thighs pressed together at night, seeking a relief she couldn’t admit to.By evening, she was exhausted, drained from fighting a battle she was losing inside her own skin.She decided to soak in the bathtub. Hot water. Lavender oil. Silence. Maybe that would help.Steam curled around the marble bathroom, fogging the mirror. Elena slid into the water, letting it envelop her, her head tipping back against the edge. She closed her eyes, willing herself to forget, if only f

The steam from the bathtub still clung to Elena's skin like a lover's breath, thick and heavy, as she lay sprawled across the cool marble floor where Adrian had left her moments ago. Her body trembled uncontrollably, not from the chill of the tiles seeping into her bare back, but from the fire he'd ignited deep inside her—a fire that refused to be quenched, no matter how fiercely her mind screamed that this was betrayal, that this was ruin. Water dripped from her hair, pooling around her shoulders, mixing with the slick evidence of her arousal that still coated her inner thighs. She pressed her legs together, a futile attempt to stifle the throbbing ache between them, but it only heightened the sensation, making her gasp softly into the empty bathroom.How had it come to this? Just minutes earlier, she'd been soaking in lavender-scented water, trying to wash away the sins of the previous nights—the teasing glances, the midnight kitchen encounter, the stolen kiss in her bedroom that ha

The next morning dawned with a deceptive calm, sunlight spilling across the marble floors like liquid gold. Elena woke alone in her bed, the sheets twisted around her legs, the faint ache between her thighs a constant reminder of the night before. Adrian’s scent lingered on the pillow beside her—musk and sex and something darker, something that made her stomach clench with equal parts dread and hunger.Richard was already gone, his side of the bed cold and untouched. A note on the nightstand in his precise handwriting: Early meeting. Back by lunch. Love you.She stared at the words until they blurred. Love. What a hollow sound it made now.Her phone buzzed. Pool. Ten minutes. Wear the red bikini.Adrian. Her pulse spiked. The red bikini was a relic from a long-ago vacation with Richard—tiny triangles of fabric that barely contained her curves. She hadn’t worn it in years. She should ignore him. Should delete the message, lock her door, and pretend last night had been a fever dream.