All Chapters of ALL I WANT IS YOU: Some rules are meant to be broken: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elena’s POVI decided to take the pregnancy test, even though something in me told me I was already carrying Marcus’s child.The fear of my husband finding out about this made something drop in my stomach.Fear. Guilt. Betrayal.Guilt washed all over me and I hated myself for still preferring Marcus over my loving husband.I took the test on a Thursday morning while Marcus was in the shower. I dipped it into my first urine and waited for 10 seconds, until the first line became visible.My heart kept thudding as though it was going to jump out of my chest. Then, the second line appeared almost immediately. Clear. Dark and unmistakable.I sat on the edge of the bathtub and stared at it until I was spacing out, I had started to imagine Ryan’s expression if his brother told him he had been fucking his wife who he was supposed to be looking after. When Marcus stepped out with a towel around his waist, I held the stick up without saying anything. He took it, looked at the result, and the

Literally, Marcus is my stepbrother, I grew up with him calling my father his stepdad. We were not born of the same parents but we grew up together which practically made us brothers.Now, looking at him lick and suck my wife’s pussy; lust filled me more than anger. I didn’t stop. I pushed deeper into her throat.A sex freak should get what she deserves.Elena gagged around my cock as I fucked her mouth harder, one hand locked in her hair, the other gripping her jaw to keep her open.Her jaw might hurt just a little but she seemed to enjoy it. Tears streaked down her cheeks. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her bare chest. Marcus stayed on his knees between her legs, eating her with the same focused hunger he had when I first walked in. Every time she moaned around me, the vibration shot straight down my spine.The living room smelled of utmost sex, sweat, and the faint trace of my brother’s cologne.I pulled out of her mouth with a wet sound. Elena gasped for air, lips sw

By eleven o’clock the next week, Kyle was already walking quickly across the church courtyard.He had thought about the confession over and over again, to the point that it got him hard whenever he heard “father.”He had dressed carefully that morning; He wore a black clerical shirt with a white collar tab that sat snug against his throat. Over it he wore a long black cassock that reached his ankles, the buttons fastened neatly from neck to hem. A simple silver cross hung against his chest. From a distance, he looked every bit the young priest. Only the expensive watch on his wrist and the polished leather shoes betrayed that he was something else entirely.The side passage leading to the confessionals was dim and cool. As he reached for the door of the priest’s booth, another figure stepped out of the shadows. The man wore a similar black cassock and a triangular biretta that cast a shadow over most of his face.“Father Daniel,” the man said in a low voice, “be careful of the woman

The next day, Kyle arrived at the church just before eleven.He wore the same black cassock and clerical collar as before, the silver cross resting against his chest. The morning Mass had already ended. The building was quiet except for the soft echo of his footsteps on the marble floor as he walked toward the confessional. He entered the priest’s side, sat down, and waited.Anne arrived only a minute later. He heard the soft click of her heels, then the familiar rustle as she settled on the other side of the screen. A folded paper slid through the lattice. This time Kyle didn’t bother reading it. He already knew what it would say.“Speak,” he said.Anne’s voice came clear and steady.“I felt everything,” she began. “When you put me over your desk, I felt the same stretch I feel with him… but it was different. You weren’t distracted by phone calls or trying to finish quickly. You paid attention. Every time you pushed in, I felt it all the way through me. My legs started shaking before

Janine returned on Thursday evening with a low, satisfying ache still lingering in her legs from the first session.She had thought about it more than she wanted to admit. During the day, while answering emails and packing her husband’s lunch, the memory of Jack’s hands adjusting her hips kept resurfacing. The way he corrected her without softening his tone. The steady pressure of his palm against her lower back. She told herself it was simply the novelty of a stricter trainer. Her body, however, had reacted with a restless energy she couldn’t quite name.The gym was even quieter than last time. Only two other people remained on the main floor when she walked in. Jack was already waiting outside Studio B, arms crossed, tablet in hand. He looked over her once, not in a lingering way, but with the same assessing focus he had given her from two days earlier.“Good thing you’re on time,” he said. “Go in.”The door closed behind them with a solid click. Janine set her water bottle down an