All Chapters of ILLICIT DESIRES: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The command shattered something inside me. My pussy clamped down hard on his thick cock as I came and I screamed into the evening air. The sound carried over the quiet water. My whole body locked up as wave after wave ripped through me while he kept fucking me through it. Every thrust dragged against my sensitive walls and made the pleasure sharper almost too much.His pace turned erratic and his hips slammed against my ass in short, hard strokes. His breathing was harsh and ragged against my shoulder blades. Sweat from his chest stuck to my back."I’m close," he panted. "Sophie, I’m gonna—""Not inside me.' The words tumbled out in a rush. My voice was shaky and broken. "I’m not on the pill. And I might be ovulating."He cursed under his breath and pulled out of me in one quick motion. The sudden emptiness made me whimper. He spun me around so I faced him, then stroked his slick, shiny cock twice with a tight fist. Thick, hot ropes of cum landed across my lower stomach and the tops

I ended up going to the library that day, and for the next two weeks until my exams were over. I couldn't risk my future because of one bratty girl who seemed to care about nothing except partying, annoying everyone around her, and doing whatever the hell she wanted.I needed to graduate at the top of my class. I needed a good job, enough money to get my own place, and a one-way ticket out of this hellhole. The sooner I could get away from my father, Astrid, and especially Ella, the better.I got out of my car and adjusted my glasses before walking toward the front door. I stopped with my hand hovering over the handle.For a full minute, I just stood there.I didn't know why I was hesitating. It was my house too. I'd lived here for more than twenty years. But after spending the last two weeks avoiding everyone inside it, walking through that door somehow felt like stepping back into a life I wasn't ready to deal with.Finally, I pushed the door open.The first thing I hoped was that I

By the time I made it back home, it was almost midnight. Thankfully, the doors weren't locked. If they had been, I wasn't sure I would've had the courage to knock or call anyone to let me in. The thought of having to face someone at the door—of having to explain where I'd been or answer a single question—was enough to make my stomach twist.I didn't want to see anyone.The anger that had been slowly burning itself out during the walk home was finally beginning to settle, and I didn't want anything stirring it back up. One look at my father, one word from Astrid, one smug little comment from Ella, and I knew I could lose whatever control I had managed to claw back.I closed the door shut behind me, careful not to let the latch click too loudly. The house was silent. I slipped off my shoes and made my way upstairs.Once I reached my room, I shut the door and immediately stripped out of my clothes. I was drenched in sweat from hours of running and wandering aimlessly through the city and

"I said get off." My voice cracked on the last word."Mmm." She didn't move. "You keep saying that. But your hands keep doing something else."She was right. My fingers were still digging into her hip, holding her there. Holding her against me like I was afraid she'd disappear.She leaned down and her mouth stopped an inch from my ear."Do you want me to stop?" she whispered.The question landed somewhere deep in my chest. I could feel her breath on my neck. I could feel every inch of her pressed against me. I could feel my heart beating so hard I was sure she could feel it too."No." The word slipped out before I could stop it.She pulled back just enough to look at me.For a few seconds, she didn't say anything. She just stared, her eyes moving slowly over my face as if she'd suddenly noticed something she hadn't before. The little silver studs along her lower lip caught the light when her mouth parted, and I could see the tip of the tiny barbell on her tongue when she ran it though

I must have really lost my mind.Doing that with Ella? That was fucked up on so many levels because, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, Astrid was my father’s wife now. And that made Ella my stepsister. A sister. I had just done that… with my own sister.The thought made something twist painfully in my gut. I wanted to tell myself it was a mistake, that I hadn’t been thinking straight, that things had simply gotten out of hand. But even those excuses felt pathetic because I knew the truth. I had known exactly who she was. I had known exactly what she was to me. And yet, I had still done it.That was what fucked with my head the most. I felt sick thinking about it now, but I couldn't deny that, in the moment, I hadn't wanted to stop. Admitting that made the guilt settle even deeper, because it meant I couldn't blame everything on losing control.I had made a choice.And now I had to live with it.I pulled off my glasses and rubbed at my swollen eyes. They ached from staring at the s