Forbidden affair with my sisters husband #1

~Sloane's POV~ I’ve always known it was wrong. From the first time I laid eyes on Adrian, Glenda’s husband, there was this pull, this magnetic force that I couldn’t shake. My sister had snagged him right out of grad school...tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy smile and those piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through you. He was the kind of guy who commanded a room without trying, his laugh deep and infectious, his hands strong from years of tinkering with cars in the garage. Glenda gushed about him endlessly...how he made her feel safe, how he was her rock. And me? I was the wild one, the younger sister by three years, always chasing thrills, never settling. Sloane, the artist with tattoos snaking up her arms and a reputation for breaking hearts. But Adrian...fuck, he broke something in me the moment I saw him slip that ring on her finger at their wedding five years ago.It started innocently enough. Family dinners, holidays, the occasional barbecue in their suburban

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Forbidden affair with my sisters husband #2

The days after that night in the garage blurred into a haze of regret and reckless replay. I woke up the next morning in my apartment across town, sheets tangled around my legs, the ache between my thighs a vivid reminder. Adrian's cum had dried sticky on my skin, and I showered it away, but the memory clung...his confused eyes widening in recognition, the way he'd whispered my name like a curse. No texts came. No calls. Glenda posted a bubbly Instagram story about the block party, tagging me with heart emojis, oblivious as ever. I liked it, heart pounding, and went about my week painting in my studio, strokes furious and abstract, channeling the chaos.But the silence from him? It gnawed at me. I'd see them at the grocery store mid-week...me grabbing wine, them in the produce aisle, Glenda laughing at something he said. Our eyes met over the apples, and he looked away fast, jaw clenching, pushing the cart harder. I felt a thrill, dark and unapologetic. You remember’, I thought, s

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Detention? More like Sex education #1

~Yvonne's POV~ The clock on the wall of Room 402 didn’t tick; it thrummed. It was a low, electric vibration that seemed to sync up with the frantic pulse in my neck. I, Yvonne Miller...straight-A student, library monitor, and the girl most likely to have a panic attack over a B-plus...was in detention. And it was all because of the boy sitting two rows behind me, currently leaning back so far in his plastic chair that it was a miracle of physics he hadn't cracked his skull open yet.Wakeem. He didn't have a last name in my head. He was just Wakeem. The kind of trouble that wore a leather jacket even in eighty-degree weather and smelled like expensive sandalwood and bad decisions."Stop staring, Miller. It’s creepy." His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that skipped down my spine like a stone over water. I whipped my head back toward the front of the room, my face flushing a deep, humiliated crimson. I gripped my pen so hard the plastic groaned."I wasn't staring," I lied, my voice s

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Detention? More like Sex education #2

My heart felt like it was going to burst through my skin as he pressed my palm directly against the heavy, throbbing bulge in his jeans. I gasped, my fingers twitching instinctively. He was huge, unrelenting and rock-hard. "Don't be shy, Yvonne. Trace it. Learn it."I did. My fingers trembled as I felt the length of him through the denim. I could feel the heat radiating from him. I started to move my hand, a slow, tentative slide, and he groaned, his head falling back. "Yeah... just like that. Use your thumb at the top. Harder."The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating. I was the one making the school’s most untouchable guy lose his breath. He reached for the buttons of my shirt, his fingers moving with a practiced speed that made me ache. One by one, they popped open, until the cool air hit my skin, quickly replaced by the searing heat of his palms. He pulled me off the chair, standing me between his legs as he remained perched on the desk. He unhooked my bra, and when my

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All Chapters of EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures : Chapter 91 - Chapter 94

Forbidden affair with my sisters husband #1

Forbidden affair with my sisters husband #2

Detention? More like Sex education #1

Detention? More like Sex education #2