All Chapters of LUSTily (18+): Diff. Forbidden Love Stories: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The phone ringing on the nightstand jolted Rissa awake. Her head pounded like someone was hitting her with a wooden stick, and the room spun as she sat up. She looked around, realizing she was completely naked and the bed beside her was empty. Ronan was gone.Panic set in. She scrambled to find her clothes, her heart racing as she saw the time.She was a mess, her hair was tangled, her makeup smeared and dried. She dressed as fast as she could, her hands shaking so hard she could barely zip her clothes.She had to get out. She had to get home before Finn.She grabbed her heels and rushed toward the door, intending to sneak out of the suite. But just as she reached for the handle, the heavy door was shoved open from the outside. The wood slammed into her forehead, sending her flying backward."Ah!" Rissa gasped, hitting the floor hard. She clutched her head, stars dancing in her eyes from the impact.Ronan stood in the doorway, looking perfectly composed and maddeningly calm. He didn't

The door to Rissa’s room flew open. She had just finished showering, her bathrobe draped loosely around her with water still dripping off her hair.Ronan came into view, filling the doorway with his massive frame.“What the hell are you thinking, barging into my room this way?” Rissa screamed, her voice vibrating with pure frustration. “You said I should show up at your room, and I was just about to do that! Seriously, when are you going to leave me the fuck alone?”Ronan stepped inside, a slow, effortless smile spreading across his face. “Well, I changed my mind. I decided I’d rather stay here tonight instead of having you come to mine.”“You can’t stay here! I don’t permit it!” she hissed, clutching the collar of her robe tighter.They went back and forth, Rissa’s anger hitting a wall of Ronan’s smug indifference. He riled her up on purpose, watching her cheeks flush with that dark red he loved so much. Finally, she let out a sharp huff.“Fine! Suit yourself!” she muttered, turning

AiraThe moment David mentioned he had something to tell me when he got back, I knew the clock had run out.For months, I’d watched him slip away, noticing the subtle shifts in his tone and the way he looked at his phone. I’d stayed quiet, playing the part of the patient girlfriend while he spent more and more time with Rita, our next door neighbor.He claimed they were just friends, but a woman knows when she's being replaced. I was giving him a chance to find his way back to me, but clearly, he was choosing the exit.Fine. If he was going to break my heart, I was going to break the rules.I stormed into the bedroom, pulled on my most provocative lace lingerie, and threw a silk night robe over it. I wasn't going to sit home and cry.I walked straight out the front door and across the lawn to Rita’s house. If she was busy with my boyfriend, I might as well spend some quality time with her father. A win-win, right?I didn't bother knocking. I slipped through the front door and found Mr

AiraMr. Gab was so sweet after our night routine of him filling me with his sweet juices; he had cleaned me up and prepared some clothes for me.David had never done this for me in our whole dating show. All David ever did was toss me a towel if he was feeling generous. Mr. Gab invited me to have breakfast with him before leaving, but I declined the offer. David and Rita should have been back by tge midnight before this morning, and I was sure as hell they weren’t even going to know I was missing from home.They were probably battling migraines right now, completely oblivious to the fact that I had just spent the night in the arms of Rita's father.I smoothed down the crisp, oversized dress shirt Mr. Gab had given me. It smelled like expensive cologne and sandalwood. I wrapped my silk robe over it, tied the belt tight, and slipped out the back door, crossing the dew grass between our properties like a ghost. When I stepped through my back door, the house was silent. Eerily so. I wa

DahliaI knew I shouldn't be doing this but this was so tempting. Every instinct screamed that this was a line you don’t just cross; you don’t even look over it but Mom had been the one to ask.It was forbidden but funny how I’ve always had a thing for the word called forbidden, but this? This was on a whole different level.I stood by the wood of the staircase, my fingers tracing the smooth railing as I waited for my stepdad to emerge from his room.I looked down at the gown Mom had handed me. It was a thin, silky slip gown with delicate straps. "He used to love this," mom had said. "Back when I was still... myself."Herself? This was true. Mum had been battling cancer. It had taken so much from her. It had aged her and hollowed her out, leaving her a ghost of the vibrant woman she used to be. I felt a wave of pity wash over me, but there was something else under the surface. Something darker."Dalia," she had pleaded earlier, with glassy eyes. "Help me and help him. He’s been under