All Chapters of Dark Secrets Between Roommates: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 141 Aiden Ethan laughed that short angry laugh again and spun me himself. My chest hit the tile and the cold made me hiss. He crowded in behind me, one hand between my shoulder blades keeping me there, the other reaching around to stroke my cock again while he lined himself up. I felt the blunt head press against me, slick with soap and water, and the first push burned in the best and worst way. He went slow, so slow it was almost cruel, working himself in inch by inch while I tried to breathe through it.“Fuck, you are tight,” he muttered against the back of my neck. “Even after my fingers earlier. You still fight me here too.”“Because you are not being gentle,” I got out between clenched teeth.“Yeah. And you are still taking every inch.” He bottomed out and stayed there, hips flush against my ass, giving me time to adjust even though his breathing was already ragged. One hand stayed on my cock, stroking in the same slow rhythm as the shallow thrusts he started with. “T

Chapter 143 Aiden We both went quiet again. The towels were damp now and the bathroom air felt colder. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears. His hand was still resting on my waist under the towel and I had not moved it.“You are the only one who gets to shatter me,” he said again . “The rest of them get the surface. You get the part that loves you and not just sex. Stop acting like that is a bad thing just because it is not easy.”I nodded once as his fingers flexed against my side and I felt the cut pull a little. He looked down at it and his face changed.“Let me look at that properly.”He guided me out of the shower stall and sat me on the closed toilet lid like I might fall over if he did not. The towel stayed around my shoulders. He grabbed another clean one and pressed it gently against the cut on my side. The pressure stung but his hands were careful in a way that did not match the man who had just fucked me against the wall.“You reopened it,” he muttered.He kept the to

Chapter 145 Aiden Ethan did not look at me. His hands were fists at his sides. “He is trying to force a choice.”“I am giving you a choice,” Jovian’s father said. “You can fight me here in this room and watch everything fall apart, or you can put clothes on, walk out with me, and handle the matter the way it needs to be handled. Quietly. Without scenes. Without more bruises that people will ask about. Without giving him the full truth before you are ready to lose him over it.”My side ached. The cut pulled when I shifted my weight. I kept the towel tight and stared at the side of Ethan’s face. “Ethan. Look at me.”He still did not.Jovian’s father kept going like I was not even in the room. “I have watched you with him. I have watched the way you look at anyone else who gets near. I have watched you act like he is something you get to keep by force. That is not how this works. You do not get to damage the situation and then pretend the consequences will not reach you. You will contr

Chapter 147Aiden Immediately I turned my head, the cloth came over my eyes and the world went dark. He tied it firm at the back, not gentle, not rough, just exact. The second the light disappeared my other senses sharpened. I could hear the soft shift of his clothes, the quiet click of something else being moved in the box, the sound of my own breathing that had gotten faster without permission.“Stay right there,” he ordered. “Do not move your hands. Do not fix the towel. Do not touch yourself. You are already too sore and too wet and you are going to sit with both of those facts while I look at what he left on you.”I sat. The blindfold made everything feel closer and farther at the same time. His fingers brushed the bite mark on my neck, tracing the edges. Then they moved down to the bruises on my hips, pressing just enough to make me feel how tender the skin was. When he reached the cut on my side I flinched and he stopped.“Breathe,” he said. “I am not going to open it. I am ju

Chapter 149Aiden I let out a frustrated breath that turned into a quiet whimper when the cold touched a particularly dark bruise. He did not stop. He worked over both hips with the same slow attention, cold then warm, cold then warm, until the memory of Ethan’s hands felt further away and the only thing left was the controlled pressure of this man who still had not taken the mask off or told me his name.This was not how he usually moved. That thought kept circling. The mystery man I remembered was sharper, meaner with the tools, less interested in cleaning cuts and more interested in making new ones. This version was still possessive as hell but the care under it threw me off. He was treating the injuries like they mattered. Like I mattered beyond the wetness between my legs. It made the control feel heavier somehow. Like he had all the time in the world and I had none.“You are quiet,” he said.“I am trying to figure out what the hell this is.”“This is me deciding you are too sor