All Chapters of SCANDALOUS SECRETS : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ROSETTA The golden morning light of the Mediterranean filtered through the silk curtains, casting long, amber shadows across the rumpled sheets of the bed. I woke with a start, the heaviness of the previous night settling over me like a thick cloak. I tried to shift, to slip away from the heat radiating behind me, but I didn't get far.As I moved, I felt the unmistakable press of Matteo's already hard and rigid cock slotting perfectly against the curve of my behind. How could he be this hard so early in the morning? I guessed he was probably having a wet dream of fucking one of his numerous hoes. My chest tightened at the thought of it— Matteo fucking another woman the same way he'd fucked me last night.As I moved my legs under the sheets, I felt a full ache in-between my legs. It was a scorching reminder of what he'd done to me last night—the man who now claimed to own my soul. I tried to untangle myself, my hand reaching for the edge of the bed, but a massive, heavy arm wrapped

KAYLA Our tongues collided against each other, each seeking dominance in a very wet and slurpy kiss. The private elevator became a vacuum of sound and heat, the only noise was our uneven breathing. As the kiss deepened and became much more demanding, he reached over, his eyes locked on mine, and slammed his palm against the mirror behind me, caging me completely. The elevator was filled by the consuming heat of our arousal. The thought that the door could slide open at any moment, and we could get caught was at the farthest part of my mind. "I've been thinking about the way you would taste for three hundred and sixty-five days, Princess," he rasped, his voice dropping into a low tone that made my pussy throb in a violent, demanding need. He didn't wait for me to reply. His hands, large and calloused, moved with a terrifyingly efficient speed. He reached for the button of my tight denim jeans, popping it with a flick of his thumb before the zipper hissed downward. I let out a

BETHANY The cool, hard surface of the office wall was like a sharp contrast to the scorching heat of Atiza’s body pressing into mine. The blinds are drawn, the door is locked, and the muffled sounds of the marketing team outside—phones ringing, chairs scraping—only serve to heighten the illicit electricity crackling between us.Atiza doesn't do gentle. I've always known him to be a man of few words and much action. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my lace panties and yanks them down in one fluid motion. I hear the delicate fabric snap, but in that aroused state, the sound only makes me wetter."You’ve been a very distracted girl today, Bethany," he growls into the crook of my neck, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin. “But don't you worry, I'm gonna put you right back on track.”He doesn't waste time with any more foreplay. He frees himself from his trousers, and I feel the massive, rigid length of his veiny cock pressing against my thigh. My breath hitches at the back

LAUREN Hours later, Julian and I were sprawled out on low-slung beach chairs, a small plastic table between us laden with a spread of crusty baguette sandwiches, sliced mango, and two tall glasses of peach iced tea. The midday sun was a relentless, golden weight, but under the shade of our massive ivory umbrella, the air felt crisp and fresh. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I caught myself constantly staring lustily at the man who had just spent the morning dismantling and wrecking me by the pool. Julian looked like a dream in the dappled light. His honey-blonde hair was drying in messy, salt-kissed spikes, and his blue eyes were shielded behind dark aviators, but I could still feel the heat of his gaze. I felt a sudden, playful spark of mischief. I picked up my glass, the condensation slick against my palm, and tilted it just enough. A long, amber stream of ice-cold tea spilled from the rim, splashing over my sleek thighs and soaking into the fabric of my new set of pink bikini

JACQUELINE I didn't reply him. I literally leapt out of the car and hurried briskly to catch up with Rissa who was already practically running off. Of course Ace was right behind me, his intoxicating scent trailing behind like a very bad omen. Rissa led us toward the elevator and literally dove inside the moment the doors slid open. My heart was racing in a very unusual manner as the doors to the elevator hissed shut, sealing the three of us in the small, mirrored box that felt far too intimate. My sister stood right at the front, her back to us, her thumbs flying across her phone screen as she fired off emails to whoever. She was in her full banker mode, oblivious to the fact that the atmosphere behind her was vibrating with a dangerous, illicit heat.I stood as far from Ace as the small space allowed, my heart hammering hard against my ribs. I could still feel the dampness between my thighs—a sticky, cooling reminder of what he’d done to me in the car. I tried to focus on the fl