All Chapters of Dirty Forbidden Confessions: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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THEY MADE HIM WATCH (1)

THEY MADE HIM WATCH (2)

Dante steps forward already unbuckling his belt, And Vincent grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me upright on my knees so I’m facing Marcus because Vincent wants my husband to watch every expression that crosses my face. “On your hands and knees,” Dante says, pressing one rough palm between my shoulder blades until I’m down on all fours. He kneels behind me and talks right over my head to Vincent. “You weren’t kidding. She’s dripping before I even get inside her. Her Husband must not be handling his business.” He pushes into me in one long stroke and the stretch forces all the air out of my lungs because he’s thick, painfully thicker than Marcus, And I feel every inch of him splitting me open while my husband watches my mouth fall open from across the room. “Fuck,” I gasp, my fingers curling into the carpet. “Fuck, you’re so thick—” “Hear that, Vince?” Dante grabs my hips and starts slamming into me with deep, punishing strokes that rock my whole body forward, my ti

THEY MADE HIM WATCH (3)

They arrange me with the efficiency of men who have done this before, The coordination of it, the way they move around my body without speaking, tells me everything I need to know about how many women have been in this position before me. Ray lies down on the floor and pulls me on top of him, guiding his cock into my pussy through the mess already inside me, And the size of him forces a sound out of my mouth that’s somewhere between a gasp and a sob because he is by far the biggest thing I’ve ever had inside me. “Oh my God,” I breathe, sinking down one inch at a time with my thighs trembling. “You’re splitting me open, I can feel you everywhere, Ray—” He grips my hips with those massive hands and pulls me the rest of the way down, And the fullness is so intense I have to hold still and just breathe, my forehead dropping to his chest. Dante kneels behind me and I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my asshole and every muscle in my body seizes because this is the

THEY MADE HIM WATCH (4)

The words fall out of my mouth before I decide to say them, and what I just said is the most brutal truth of our entire relationship. He doesn’t respond for a long time. The ceiling fan clicks above us in a rhythm that sounds too steady for what just happened in this room. “Does that make me a whore?” I ask, and it’s a genuine question because I actually want to know the right word for a woman who let four men use every hole in her body. A woman who discovered she’d been craving exactly that her entire adult life. “I don’t know,” Marcus says, and his voice is raw and hollowed out. “Watching that was the worst night of my life and the best night of my life and I cannot make those two things sit together in my head.” I turn to look at him. This is the man who stopped reaching for me in the dark, who came home smelling like another woman and assumed I was too loyal to notice. Three strangers gave me more attention and pleasure in one night than Marcus has given me in two

MY STEPBROTHER'S PET (1)

Five months ago Jace Holden caught me with my hand in my underwear in a wine cellar at our parents’ engagement party. He watched me finish. Talked me through it. Called me stepsister while I came. I went back to college and touched myself to the memory of his voice every night for five months. Now it’s winter break. Our parents left an hour ago. I’m standing in his kitchen pretending I’m not shaking. He walks in behind me while I’m pouring water. His chest hits my back and his hands land on the counter on either side of me, caging me in. I go rigid. “Missed you, princess.” “Don’t call me that.” “You’re trembling.” His mouth touches the back of my neck. Not a kiss. Just his lips resting there. Warm. “You’ve been trembling since you walked in.” “Get off me, Jace.” His hand slides down my stomach. Under the waistband of my shorts. Past my underwear. His fingers find me and I jerk forward into the counter. A sound comes out of me I’ve never made in front of another person. He gr

MY STEPBROTHER'S PET (2)

I scramble backward. My spine hits the headboard and I pull my knees to my chest.He stands at the foot of the bed. Pulls his shirt over his head. His body is ridiculous. Built for damage. He reaches for his waistband.“Jace. Don’t.”He shoves his sweats down and his cock springs free and my breath leaves my body. Thick. Heavy. Flushed dark and already leaking at the tip. Bigger than anything I’ve taken.He climbs onto the bed. I kick. My foot catches his ribs and he grunts but keeps coming. Grabs my ankle. Drags me flat on my back.My heel catches his ribs and he grunts. It barely slows him. He grabs both ankles this time and wrenches my legs apart. The strength difference is obscene.His hands tear my shorts and underwear off in one pull. Rip them down my legs and toss them. I try to close my thighs and he forces them apart with his knees.His full weight drops on me. His cock presses against my stomach, hot and heavy, and I can feel it pulsing.“You can fight me or you can take it.”

MY STEPBROTHER'S PET (3)

I can’t. Three orgasms and my body is wrung out and shaking and the overstimulation is agony and ecstasy braided together. His thumb on my clit is too much. Every nerve ending is raw.“I can’t, Jace, please, I can’t, it’s too much.”“Yes you can.” He doesn’t ease up. His thumb circles relentless while his cock drives into me.Folded in half. Nowhere to hide. “You’re going to cum again and you’re going to thank me for it.”“Please.” I’m sobbing. Tears running into my hair. “Please, Jace, I can’t take any more, please.”“You said that word six times.” His hips snap forward. “Please stop or please don’t stop? Pick one.”I can’t pick. My mouth says stop and my hips roll up to meet him and we both know which one is the truth.He pulls out. I gasp at the sudden emptiness.Before I can process it he flips me onto my stomach. Grabs my hips and yanks them up. Face down. Ass up. His hands spread me open.I feel his tongue. Flat and hot against my pussy from behind. Dragging up. Past where he’s s

MY STEPBROTHER'S PET (4)

I can’t move. My face is pressed into the mattress. Every muscle in my body has been wrung out. I’m leaking from both holes and my throat is raw from screaming.He rolls me onto my back. I flinch at the light. He looks down at me and something shifts in his expression. Still dark. Still hungry. But there’s a flicker of something else behind it.He brushes the hair off my face. His thumb traces the tear tracks on my cheek. I turn my head away.He turns it back. His hand on my jaw. Firm. He leans down and kisses me.It’s the first time he’s kissed me tonight. His mouth is warm and his tongue slides against mine.Soft in a way nothing else has been. I kiss him back before I decide to.He pulls back. Looks at me. “You’re mine now. You understand that.”“I’m not yours.” My voice is hoarse and ruined and has no conviction in it.“Your body is mine. This pussy is mine.” His hand cups me between my legs and I whimper. Swollen and sensitive and still buzzing. “This ass is mine. Every hole. Ever

UNCLE JAMES MADE ME HIS DESK SLUT (1)

I’ve called him Uncle James since I was four years old.He’s not my uncle. He’s my father’s best friend and business partner, forty-two years old, built the way men are built when they have a personal trainer and something to prove.He walks into rooms and people stop talking.Three years ago he stopped coming around and nobody would tell me why. Now I’m twenty-one, interning at his company, and he’s spent three weeks pretending I don’t exist.I stay late on a Thursday to finish a report nobody asked for. His light is still on at eleven. I knock.He’s behind his desk, tie loosened, a whiskey he’s been nursing. He looks up at me in my sundress and something crosses his face that he kills before I can name it.“I finished the Calloway analysis,” I say, setting the file on his desk. “Thought you’d want it before the morning meeting.”“Leave it. Go home.”“James.” I never call him that. His jaw flexes. “What did I do? You disappeared for three years and now you can’t even be in the same ro

UNCLE JAMES MADE ME HIS DESK SLUT (2)

He pulls me in by the back of my neck and kisses me and it’s nothing like I expected.Not desperate. Deliberate. Like he’s been planning exactly this and now that he’s stopped fighting it he’s going to do it properly, start to finish, no corners cut.He tastes like whiskey and the decision he just made.I grab his shirt.He walks me backward until my thighs hit the desk and lifts me onto it.He steps between my legs and just looks at me for a moment, my dress hiked up around my hips, my underwear already gone somewhere on the floor.“I told myself I’d brought you here to look out for you,” he says. His hands run up my thighs, steady and possessive.“I arranged your internship. Pulled strings. I told myself it was the responsible thing.”“Was it?”“No.” His hands reach my hips and hold. “It was the only way I could think of to have you close without admitting why I wanted you close.”His thumb presses against my clit and my breath catches hard.“Three years,” he says, watching my face w

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