All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasures: Erotica Collection : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 11The Video CallThe next afternoon, I was sitting on the edge of the large bed in Michael’s bedroom. I was moving very carefully, gently unwrapping his old medical tape to change the white bandages on his injured ribs. Suddenly, the loud, cheerful ringing sound of my cell phone echoed through the quiet room.I picked up the phone from the nightstand and looked down at the bright screen. It was an incoming video call.The caller ID showed that it was from my mom and my stepfather, Richard.My stomach dropped instantly, turning into a heavy ball of pure panic. My heart began to race like a wild animal.“Shit,” I whispered out loud, my face turning completely pale. I quickly turned the phone screen around so Michael could see the names flashing on the glass.Michael let out a dark curse under his breath, his sharp jaw clenching tightly. He sat up a little bit straighter against the tall wooden headboard of the bed. He was still

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 13The Breaking PointThe long car ride back from the massive estate was completely filled with a heavy, suffocating silence. The deep rumble of the SUV's engine was the only sound inside the vehicle as the miles slid past us in the dark.Michael kept shifting his weight in the driver’s seat, his sharp gray eyes glancing over at me every few minutes with a look of deep worry. But I stubbornly refused to look back at him. I kept my face turned completely toward the passenger side window, staring blankly at the blurry trees and streetlights passing by. My mind was completely trapped in a vicious loop. Leah’s cruel, poisonous words were repeating over and over again inside my head like a loud, broken record that I couldn't turn off.“Michael likes very curvy women, sweetheart…”“He’s just using you because you’re young and easy to hide…”“He’ll come running straight back to me. He always does.”By the exact time we finally pulled

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 15 Caught in the ActThe world outside the master bedroom had completely ceased to exist for the two of us. We were entirely, utterly lost in each other, drowning in a thick, suffocating ocean of pure, forbidden pleasure. The painful doubts of the previous day, the lingering fear of the future, and the heavy burden of Michael’s dark mafia lifestyle had all melted away into nothingness, replaced by the white-hot intensity of our sweating skin and the rhythmic, desperate movements of our bodies.Michael had me positioned on all fours right in the absolute center of his massive mattress. His large, scarred hands were wrapped around my hips with a bruising, desperate force, his fingers digging deeply into my flesh as he anchored me firmly in place. From behind, he was thrusting into my tight channel with a deep, relentless, and unforgiving power, each heavy stroke burying his massive, rock-hard length completely to the hilt inside

Forbidden Pleasures 60 Days With My Stepfather’s Brother 17 ShatteredThe front door clicked shut, and the heavy sound echoed through the entire hallway. Michael was gone. The moment he stepped outside and the door was locked, the fragile silence in the house shattered into a million pieces. The shouting started instantly, filling the large house with a loud, terrifying noise.Richard was absolutely out of his mind with anger. He did not just walk; he paced back and forth across the hardwood floor of the living room like a wild, caged animal looking for a way to attack. His chest rose and fell with heavy, ragged breaths, and his face was bright red with fury. On the couch nearby, my mom sat curled up into a small ball. She looked completely broken, hiding her face in her trembling hands and crying silently. Her shoulders shook with every sob, but she could not even find the strength to make a sound.I stood completely frozen right in the middle of the room. I felt incredibly small,

Forbidden Pleasures My Stepmother 1Yes Dear Stepmother The afternoon sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the old family estate, casting long golden stripes across the marble floor of the hallway. Charles stood still, staring down at his shoes. He had just turned twenty-two, home from university for the summer, and the massive house felt smaller than ever before. Or perhaps it was Racheal who made it feel that way, filling up every room she entered.Racheal was his father’s much younger wife. The woman had married into their lives three years ago and turned everything upside down with her dark wavy hair, full lips, and curves that no modest dress could hide. At thirty-four, she moved like liquid sin—graceful, knowing, and far too aware of the effect she had on her stepson.Charles walked quietly toward the library and stood at the open doorway, watching her. She was bent slightly over the antique desk, sorting through old letters in a silk robe that clung to her body