All Chapters of Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Monday morning hit like a freight train. Dominic dragged himself out of bed after a sleepless night, his body still sore in places that reminded him exactly what had happened two days ago. Every shift of his hips brought back flashes—Kyle’s breath hot against his neck, the way his fingers had dug into Dominic’s shoulders, the broken sounds he made when Dominic pushed inside him. It should have been everything. Instead, it felt like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. He skipped breakfast, ignored his mom’s worried glance, and walked to school with his hood up even though the sun was already warm. The hallways were the same chaotic mess they always were—lockers slamming, laughter echoing, kids shoving past each other. But everything felt sharper, more hostile. Dominic kept his head down, earbuds in with no music playing, just a shield. First period was history. He slid into his usual seat near the back. Kyle’s seat was three rows ahead, by the window. Dominic couldn’t stop hi

The fluorescent lights in the math classroom buzzed like angry insects, casting a harsh glow over the desks. Dominic slumped in his seat near the back, staring at the quiz paper in front of him. Numbers and equations swam together, meaningless. He hadn’t studied. Hadn’t even opened the textbook in days. The pen in his hand felt heavy as he scribbled half-hearted answers, knowing most of them were wrong. When the bell rang, he crumpled the paper and shoved it into his bag without looking at the grade.Kyle sat two rows over, finishing his quiz with that focused expression he got during tests—the one that usually made Dominic proud, back when they’d study together at the kitchen table, trading notes and snacks. Now Kyle gathered his things quickly, chatting with Sarah about some group project. He didn’t glance Dominic’s way. Not even once.Lunch was worse. Dominic had taken to eating outside on the bleachers, away from the cafeteria noise. The October wind cut through his jacket, but h

Eight years had passed since the cheap folding chairs in the high school auditorium and the hollow echo of applause that never quite reached Dominic. Life had moved on in jagged, uneven steps. He’d left town the week after graduation with two duffel bags and a chip on his shoulder the size of the state. College out east had been a blur of late nights, part-time jobs, and a deliberate distance from anything that smelled like home. He discovered he was good with numbers—scarily good. Algorithms, markets, patterns others missed. By twenty-five, he’d built a quiet fortune in tech investments and consulting, the kind that let him live in a sleek downtown loft without anyone back home knowing. He kept it that way on purpose. No social media updates. No holiday cards. Just work, the occasional no-strings hookups with men who understood the rules, and long runs at dawn to outpace the memories that still surfaced uninvited. His phone buzzed on the kitchen counter one rainy Thursday

The morning after the wedding dawned too bright, the kind of clear sky that mocked the storm still brewing under Dominic’s skin. He’d slept poorly in the hotel bed, sheets twisted around his legs from restless dreams where Kyle’s hands were everywhere—familiar, insistent, impossible to ignore. By the time he dragged himself to the joint family brunch at the country club, the caffeine from two cups of hotel coffee had done little to dull the edge. The long table under the shaded patio was already half-full with relatives and close friends. Sarah and Matt sat at the head, glowing with that fresh-married exhaustion and joy. Dominic took a seat near the end, nodding politely to his sister when she caught his eye. She looked happy. That was enough to keep him anchored here despite everything. Kyle arrived ten minutes late, hair still damp from a shower, wearing a simple polo and shorts that showed off the lean muscle he’d kept from their high school days. He scanned the table an

The final full day of wedding-related events felt like walking a razor’s edge. A relaxed group lunch at the family house turned into an afternoon of yard games and reminiscing, the kind of low-key gathering that should have been easy. Dominic kept his distance as much as possible, chatting with Sarah about her honeymoon plans and helping Matt grill burgers. But Kyle was a constant presence—brushing past him too closely when grabbing a beer from the cooler, his fingers grazing Dominic’s hip “accidentally.” Each touch reignited the memory of the night before: Kyle’s body yielding under him, the broken sounds he made when Dominic hit that perfect spot inside him.By evening, most of the out-of-town guests had started drifting back to hotels or airports. Dominic returned to his room around nine, intending to pack and put some emotional armor back on. The knock came twenty minutes later. He opened the door knowing exactly who it would be.Kyle stepped inside without waiting for an invit