All Chapters of Forbidden and Sinful desires: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 3: Fucked in the darkThe rest of that day passed in a kind of haze. After what happened in the boathouse, David and I barely spoke. We went back to the house, cleaned up, and tried to act normal. I helped him make lunch, we sat out on the deck looking at the lake, and talked about safe, ordinary things like the weather and my exams coming up. But underneath every word, the memory of his fingers inside me kept coming back. I could still feel how wet I had been for him, how good his touch felt, and how close we had come to crossing a line we could never uncross.By evening the tension had grown between us it was almost unbearable. We ate dinner on the deck as the sun went down.David opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. The conversation stayed light, but his eyes kept drifting to my lips, to my legs, to the thin straps of my sundress. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs under the table, hyper-aware of how sensitive and needy I still felt.After dinner the sk

Chapter 1: Wrong number 🍆🍆I was already in a bad mood when I grabbed my phone.Today has been a pure disaster. My professor had called me out in front of the entire lecture hall for a wrong answer that wasn’t even wrong. My shift at the campus café ran an hour late because someone called out. Then the bus broke down two stops from my apartment and I had to walk the rest of the way in shoes that were actively trying to murder my feet. By the time I collapsed onto my bed, still in my work shirt, all I wanted was to complain to someone who would get it.I opened my messages and tapped the chat with my best friend, Lila.Me: If one more thing goes wrong today I swear I’m going to scream. Professor Reynolds is a walking midlife crisis and the bus driver looked like he wanted to leave me on the side of the road. I need wine to calm my nerves.I hit send without double-checking the name at the top of the screen.Three dots appeared almost immediately.Unknown: Wow. Rough day, princess?I

Chapter 3: Cumming for my brother's rival 👅💦I stopped pretending I was going to delete the chat with Kai.By the end of the week the messages had become the part of the day I waited for. Classes, shifts, even conversations with my roommate blurred into background noise until my phone lit up with his name. I hated how easily he had taken up space in my head. I hated how wet I got just from seeing the notification.It was night time and Kai messaged me. It wasn't like how our messages were at first. It was different now, it became different ever since we crossed that line. Kai: Tell me what you’re wearing.Me: Why do you always ask that?Kai: Because I like the answer. And because I’m already hard thinking about it.I stared at the screen, heat flooding my face. My roommate was out again, and the apartment was quiet. I typed with one hand while the other rested low on my stomach.Me: Black tank top. No bra. Gray sleep shorts.Kai: Fuck. Are your nipples hard?I glanced down. And th

Chapter 5: Hooking up again It had been eleven whole days since I had texted Kai or even seen him.I kept telling myself that one night on his couch had been enough to get it out of our systems.But it wasn't.Every time I closed my eyes I felt his mouth between my legs again. Every time I got myself off in the shower I came to the memory of him filling me, the low sound he made when he came inside me..My brother noticed I had been quiet lately. He asked once if everything was okay. I lied and said finals were killing me. And he believed me. On the twelfth night my phone lit up while I was in bed, half-heartedly scrolling through notes.Kai: I miss you. Kai: I can’t get the taste of your sweet pussy out of my mind.The words hit me. Heat flooded my face and between my thighs. I stared at the screen for a long time, my thumb hovering over the screen.I should have left him on read.Instead I typed:Me: I miss you too.Three dots appeared immediately.Kai: Come over. Tonight. By 7.

Chapter 2: It's just what friends do 👄💦💦I set out for my usual morning run the same way I always did.I locked the front door quietly so I wouldn’t wake Mark, laced my shoes on the porch, and rested one hand on the firm curve of my belly while I stretched. The baby shifted under my palm as if she knew we were about to move. I took the first few steps slowly, letting my body warm up, then settled into the steady, comfortable pace that had become my ritual.The path was familiar enough that my feet knew it by heart. My hand stayed low on my belly whenever the baby decided to kick. Somehow it had a way of usually clearing my head. But today it didn't. Every time my mind wandered it went straight back to the other morning when I met Noah. His face when he first saw me, the careful way he had said my name.I told myself I wasn’t looking for him.But my eyes kept searching around to see if I'll find him.By the time I reached the edge of the park my tank top was damp with sweat and