Alle Kapitel von HER FORBIDDEN DADDIES: FILTHY ONE SHOTS: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

“Fuck it.”He raised a brow. “What?”I started to walk back to him with quick strides, my barefoot on the cold hardwood, my nipples so hard they were starting to hurt. I couldn’t ignore how slick my thighs felt from how badly…how fucking badly I wanted him. “I said fuck it,” I repeated, voice shaking with raw want. “We’re alone. Emma’s gone until Sunday night. We’re adults. We can do this. I’ll be gone in a couple of weeks anyway. You never have to run into me again. No one has to know.” “Jade—”“I want you. I want this. I don’t give a damn about tomorrow. I want you to ruin me tonight.” He took one step. Then another. Until he was standing so close to me I could hear his heartbeat. “Are you sure?” His eyes danced around my face. I laughed. It was a low and filthy sound that tore out of my throat. “I am sure as hell.”The growl that ripped out of his chest was animalistic, primal, to say the least. .He moved so fast I felt the room spin. One second I was standing, the nex

VANESSA Three weeks from now, I'll be bent over the kitchen island at 2 a.m., biting my fist to keep from screaming while Diego pounds into me from behind and Tyler feeds me his cock, both of them groaning my name like it's a prayer.Three weeks from now, I'll forget what loneliness feels like because I'll be too full — of them, of pleasure, of the kind of want I thought dried up and died the day I signed my marriage certificate.Three weeks from now, my husband will be asleep upstairs while his son's best friends take turns ruining me in every room of this house, and I won't feel an ounce of guilt. Just hunger. Just gratitude. Just the desperate, aching need to be touched by someone — anyone — who actually sees me.Three weeks from now, I'll understand that the coldest marriage in Maryland was just preparation for the hottest awakening of my life.But I don't know any of that yet.Right now, I'm just Vanessa Sterling: trophy wife, forgotten woman, ghost haunting a mansion that's nev

VANESSAIt's been three days since the boys arrived. I make sure to keep myself extremely busy to avoid any free time that could lead to…you know.Sure, they are twenty four years old, but I am also the adult. Boys are very impressionable. Whatever they think I am, or that they can do, it is my duty and responsibility to make it clear to them that it cannot happen.Even if Richard hasn’t been home for three days either.He came home once on Tuesday night, and stayed for exactly forty-seven minutes to change clothes and grab files. In these forty seven minutes, my dearest husband barely acknowledged my existence, and left again.The boys were in the media room. He didn't even realize we had house guests.Cole tried to mention it. "Dad, did you know my friends are here?"Richard glanced up from his phone. "Hm? Oh. Good. That's nice." He was already halfway out the door.After he left, I found Diego in the kitchen getting water. He'd somehow witnessed the entire exchange."That's your mar

VANESSAI don't sleep well. How could I?Every time I close my eyes, I feel Tyler's hands in my hair as he kissed me. I imagine Diego's grip on my waist. I think about Jason’s eyes undressing me. I wonder if his fingers will do a better job.Every time I shift in my empty bed, I'm reminded that Richard isn't here. Hasn't been here. Won't be here.At 5 AM, I give up and head to the pool.I'm halfway through my laps when I hear the sliding door.All three of them.Tyler, Diego, and Jason, standing at the pool's edge in their swim trunks.My heart stops."Morning," Tyler says softly."We decided to join you.” Jason adds.Diego just watches me with those intense green eyes."Where's Cole?" I manage to ask."Still asleep," Tyler says. "We were quiet getting out. You dont bave to worry.”They walk to the pool's edge. I tread water in the center, suddenly very aware that I'm in my swimsuit, wet and vulnerable, while they're all looking at me like I'm the most fascinating thing they've ever se

ELEANORIt's been six weeks, and still no sign of Tristan. Whatever resource I've pulled into finding him has proven futile. I'm tired, exhausted. I've even declared him missing to the police.Their report came in today. There were no signs of foul play.I expected it. Of course there wouldn't be foul play. He left on his own accord! Gambled away half a million dollars, and ran to leave me with the consequences of his actions. I thought he was getting better, I really did. He swore to me that he was putting it into his savings for the capital he needed to start his automobile business. I've just found out there was no automobile business. It was a fucking paper company. The motherfucker. All the meetings, the therapy, the couple's counseling I blew money on. Everything was for nothing. Fucking nothing! I'm boiling in rage as I step into the elevator of the building. Fuck Tristan! He never gave a shit, never respected me. I should never have wasted my time and prime years with hi