All Chapters of The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Ethan had a suite at the hotel....all the groomsmen did, for convenience before the wedding.He led Claire there silently, both of them hyperaware that this was wrong, that they were betraying Daniel, that tomorrow she was supposed to marry him.But neither of them could stop.The moment the hotel room door closed behind them, Ethan pushed Claire against it and kissed her with three years of pent-up desire.His tongue invaded her mouth, his hands gripped her face, and Claire melted against him, kissing him back with equal desperation."I've wanted this for so long," Ethan growled against her lips. "Wanted to taste you. Touch you. Fuck you. Make you forget Daniel exists."His hands found the zipper of her white rehearsal dress and pulled it down, letting the dress fall to the floor.Claire stood in just her white lace bra and panties—chosen for tomorrow's wedding, now being removed by the wrong man."Fucking beautiful," Ethan breathed, his eyes traveling over her body. "Too beautiful f

Claire walked out of the bridal suite....not toward the ceremony space, but toward the room where the groomsmen were waiting.She knocked on the door."Claire?" Daniel's voice called. "You're not supposed to see me before....""I need to talk to Ethan," Claire said through the door. "Alone. Now."There was silence, then: "Is everything okay?""Please. Just send him out."A moment later, the door opened and Ethan stepped out, closing it behind him.He saw Claire in her wedding dress and his jaw tightened. "You look beautiful.""I can't do this," Claire said, her voice shaking. "I can't marry him. You were right. I don't love him. I've never loved him. And after last night...." she took a breath "....I can't pretend anymore.""What are you saying?""I'm saying I'm not getting married today. I'm saying I'm going to go down there and tell everyone that I made a mistake. I'm saying I'm choosing myself over obligation." She met his eyes. "And I'm saying that if you meant what you said last

The kiss was everything Olivia had imagined it would be....intense, consuming, completely unlike kissing Tyler.Gregory's mouth claimed hers with authority, his tongue invading, his hands gripping her face, controlling the kiss completely.Olivia melted against him, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer."This is wrong," Gregory growled against her lips. "So fucking wrong.""I know," Olivia gasped. "Don't stop.""I won't." Gregory's hands moved to her blouse, unbuttoning it rapidly. "I've wanted you since Tyler first introduced us. Two years of pretending I didn't notice how beautiful you are. Two years of pretending I didn't want to steal you from him. Two years of being appropriate and responsible and denying what I wanted. But tonight...." he pulled her blouse off her shoulders ".....tonight I stop denying it."He unhooked her bra and her breasts spilled free. Gregory groaned at the sight and immediately lowered his mouth to her right breast, sucking her nipple between

"That's right. And you'll remember this every time you think about revenge. You'll remember how good I made you feel. How I made you come from anal when no one else could. Come now. Come for me one last time."Olivia came screaming, her ass clenching around Gregory's cock, and he followed immediately, emptying inside her ass, marking her in every possible way.When he pulled out carefully, Olivia collapsed on the bed, completely spent."Six orgasms," Gregory said, lying beside her and pulling her into his arms. "I made you come six times. More than Tyler probably made you come in two years. Was it worth it?""Yes," Olivia whispered. "God, yes.""Good. Now sleep. Tomorrow we deal with the consequences. But tonight....tonight you're mine. Just mine. And nothing else matters."***Olivia woke at 7 AM to find Gregory already awake, watching her."Good morning," he said softly. "How do you feel?""Sore. Satisfied. Nervous about what happens next.""What happens next is up to you." Gregory

Natalie received the invitation on heavy cream cardstock, delivered by private courier to her Manhattan apartment.You are cordially invited to an exclusive evening at Meadowbrook Country Club. Saturday, 8 PM. Formal attire required. Discretion essential.There was no return address. No signature. Just a phone number at the bottom.Natalie stared at the invitation for a full minute before she understood what it actually was.She was being invited to that kind of party.Natalie was twenty-seven years old, worked as a corporate lawyer at one of Manhattan's most prestigious firms, and had heard whispers about these exclusive events for years. Elite gatherings where wealthy men paid significant money for the company of beautiful, educated women. Not prostitution...technically. More like... extremely well-compensated companionship with very specific expectations.The country club circuit. Old money. Married men whose wives looked the other way. Women who wanted the financial benefits witho