All Chapters of The Forbidden Fruit: My Alpha Step-Uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AmberI stepped back—fists up—and twisted my body—rear foot to the front—then swung a side whip kick. BANG! The cubicle door flew open. Laughter gasped and shrieked. I stepped out and there were five of them: malnourished Willows in half-chewed clothes, their overly smouldered eyes wide with reluctant surprise because they weren’t expecting my immediate response.Well, I, Amber Kratos, heir of the Blood Moon Pack, don’t rely on my pack for protection. I protect myself. “Are you all Ethan’s girlfriends?” I challenged their glares. “Or did you think I'm easy?” Their irises dilated with surprise and fury. “Are you crazy? Ethan's not like you!” “How dare you talk about Ethan that way!”“You are not the victim here—he is!”“You broke his heart!”“He's suffering because of you!”I don't believe this. “So you made me miss class for this?” I growled under my breath. They were livid, unaware that I was swirling my hair into a bun to get ready to punch the daylight out of their plast

AmberI stared at the main door to the suite, hopeful yet scared. “Are you outside the door right now?” His desire answered, breathing from the phone as the light through the floor clearance flickered with the impatient shadows, hinting that someone was indeed on the other side of the door.“Yes, tiger,” his voice husky like we were in foreplay, “so open the door. I need to be inside you right now.” My core tingled, screaming for him. But my fingers hesitated on the door handle. “I want you inside me too, Hunter,” I whispered, my own voice dripping with need. “Amber….” He growled. “Open the door right now.” “I can’t,” I sighed, my hand retreated, “what if Eva comes back?” “I just want to see you.” My chest tightened. My hand out again. “Why do you always know what to say? To make me want you.” My breathing grew heavy. “I was fine earlier, but now I want you so badly….” He exhaled. “Just a peek, tiger. I promise I won’t do anything.” “I….”I so want to open the door and thr

AmberHe was doing it on purpose again. Daring me to take the humiliation. We were in the middle of the city, surrounded by rushing folks going about their business. At any time, one of them was going to wonder about the strange expensive car parked at the side, and then they’d want to peer closer…. And they would find me having sex with my step-uncle. But right now, all I can think of is getting fucked senseless because my pussy cannot hold back another second. I would rather die from shame than sexual frustration. Besides, his windows are tinted—he’d said it before. “You remember how, don’t you?”His voice was deeper, darker than usual. He was looking down at me, and I was on my knees in front of him, in the footwell. His eyes were glowing with amusement but his gaze was as dangerous as the thin, black lacy panties he had gifted me. The same panties I’ve been wearing since morning. Now, the fabric was completely soiled, every yarn and lace soaked with my cum, dripping down my

AmberAt the 165th call, he finally answered. “Yes?” I laughed bitterly inside. That monosyllabic indifference brought tears to my eyes. But my pride slammed a lid over my surging grief, and I strangled the phone as though it was that woman’s neck. “That’s all I get, huh?” I gritted. He was exasperated. “Why are you calling?” “Why aren’t you home? It’s been five days! You didn’t take any of my calls. You left my messages cold—.” He swooped in. “I was busy.” “Busy playing dead,” I hissed, jealousy boiling under my flesh, “or busy screwing around with your fiancee!” He chuckled. “I don’t do that with her.” There was so much pride and respect in voice when he talked about her that I instantly drowned in shame. I laughed silently at the sky, swiping the tears away. “So I’m the dirty whore and she’s the queen. That’s how it’s gonna be, huh, Hunter?” He was silent. And I was that little girl again, throwing a fit because things didn’t go her way, while he, the composed adult

AmberHunter was livid. He thinks he still owns my body, every inch , every curve, and no one shall have it, much less feast their eyes on it. Well, not anymore. And that possessive attitude would’ve been flattering if he hadn't gotten himself engaged without so much as a heads-up.“Amber!” He gritted to muffle his thunderous rage because my naked body doesn't need more audience, “get out of the pool right now!”“Why?” I admired absently, the waters slipping through my fingers.He was incredulous. “Get out right now and put some clothes on!” The sunset liquid was the colour of his eyes. That intense gaze of raw desire whenever he was deep inside me, throbbing and bulging with a craving so strong it wanted to devour me—..Fuck. I slapped the water and swam away. But Hunter was relentless, like a CCTV with legs, following me on the patio. “Get out right now, or I’m dragging you out.” “Sure,” I scoffed, gliding gracefully through the waters, “why don’t you?” And the next thing