บททั้งหมดของ SCANDALOUS SECRETS : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

MEGAN I stood in the bathroom, the steam from my shower still clinging to the mirror, and I couldn't stop the silly, lopsided grin from spreading across my face. If anyone had told me on Friday that by Saturday evening my legs would be shaking not just from stress, but from the sheer intensity of my neighborly relations with Singh, I would have called them crazy. My weekend had turned into the most adventurous, erotic experience of my life, and honestly? I had never been this excited about a Saturday. Not for once in my entire life. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the weight of his body pressing me into his mattress from this morning. I could still hear the way he called me loud. I felt empowered, alive, and incredibly hungry for more. I hurried into my bedroom, grinning like a totally finished woman. I picked out a pair of form-fitting blue jeans and a simple black crop top. Singh had told something about a game being on—some big rivalry match—and inv

TRACIE Monday morning usually felt like a slow death, but today, my skin felt too tight even for my own body. I couldn't explain the tension I was feeling but it was right there. As I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles in my pencil skirt, my mind was a million miles away. I was thinking about the club. I was thinking about the back shots I'd gotten in a public bathroom, and the way that man—that dangerous, nameless stranger—had looked at me while he destroyed every bit of my dignity with his big cock. Since that night, I felt more alive than I had in years. I tried to tell myself I was disgusted, and that I wasn't in my right state of mind because I was half drunk. But the way my heart hammered every time I remembered his scent told an entirely different story. A knock on my bedroom door snapped me back to reality. It was one of my father's staff, looking nervous. "Ms. Tracie, your father is asking for you in the living room. He says it’s urg

MAX The rap song playing from the speakers in the converted garage was thumping so hard I could feel it in the soles of my feet. The air smelled like cheap keg beer, sweat, and of course, victory. We’d just crushed our rivals, and as the quarterback of the hockey team—the guy who’d made the final play—I should’ve been high on the win. But I wasn't. I was fucking high on the sight of Clover. Clover Arnold was a goddess with a mean streak, the leader of the cheer team, and unfortunately, she was Chad’s girl. My best friend's property, and that should make her off limits for real. But still, I couldn't stop indulging the cravings. She had this long, straight auburn hair that flowed all the way down to her waist like a river of fire. Right now, she was leaning against Chad, her hand looped possessively around his neck while he barked out a laugh at something she’d whispered. I took a long, slow pull from my chilled can of beer, my eyes tracking her every move. That was when

ISABELLA The air in the cramped, dimly lit public bathroom smelled of industrial bleach and the heavy, musky scent of arousal. My pulse was drumming in my ears, and my silk dress was bunched up around my waist in a messy heap of fabric. My breasts were fully exposed, my nipples tight and aching as the cool air hit them, but I didn't care about the cold. I only cared about the two men watching me with predatory hunger. Harper and Balor. One was the man I was supposed to be loyal to, and the other was the man who had been tempting me for months. Now, I was caught between them, and I had never felt more alive. I reached out, my hands trembling as I gripped both of their lengths. They were already rock-hard, jerking against my palms. I leaned forward, starting with Harper. I slid my lips over the broad, chocolate-brown head of his cock, swirling my tongue around the ridge before taking him deep. He let out a low, guttural growl, his fingers digging into my hair to guide my

BELCALIS The tropical air of Hawaii was supposed to be a balm for my shredded soul according to my best friend, but as the private jet touched down, all I felt was a hollow ache in my chest. Two weeks ago, I had walked into my boyfriend’s office to surprise him with lunch, only to find him pressed against his mahogany desk with his ‘senior associate’ wrapped around his waist. The image was immediately burned into my retinas. I couldn't shake it off even if I tried. I mean, how does one pretend they didn't see what had been right there? "Belcalis, look at this place! Stop brooding and breathe," Ivy chirped, swinging her designer tote as we pulled up to a sprawling, modern mansion tucked away in a gated estate. I must confess, the house was a masterpiece of glass and white stone, overlooking a turquoise cove that looked too blue to be real. Inside the house was even more magnificent. The ceiling was easily twenty feet high, and the scent of expensive scented candles filled