All Chapters of ALL I WANT IS YOU: Some rules are meant to be broken: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Sexy instructor III

On Monday evening, the gym was nearly empty by the time Janine arrived.Only one other member remained on the main floor, finishing a set of rows near the far mirrors. The overhead lights had already been dimmed in the unused sections. Studio B felt more isolated than usual when Jack closed the door behind them.He looked at her for a longer moment than he had in previous sessions.“You’re moving better,” he said. “Recovery notes were clean. We’re pushing past your previous limits today.”Janine nodded, already warm from anticipation she refused to name. She had spent the weekend replaying the sharp correction across her ass, the way her body had responded before her mind could catch up. The memory had followed her into the shower, into bed beside her sleeping husband, into the quiet moments when she should have been thinking about anything else.Jack started her with heavier compound lifts. Squats. Romanian deadlifts. Each movement demanded focus. When her form wavered, his hands ret

Sexy instructor IV

By the following Thursday, Janine no longer pretended the sessions were only about training.She got tired of shaking her head slightly as though it could help her stop thinking about Jack and the way he held any part of her body.She arrived early, signed in at the front desk with a steady hand, and walked straight to Studio B. The main floor still had a few members finishing their workouts, but the private studio was already empty. Jack was inside setting up. He looked up when she entered, gave her a single assessing once-over, and locked the door behind her.He never forgets the door. “Clothes off,” he said. “Everything except the shoes.”The order landed without softness. Janine’s pulse jumped, but she obeyed. She stripped out of her leggings, sports bra, and underwear, folding them neatly on the bench the way he preferred. The cool air of the studio raised goosebumps across her skin. Jack watched her without comment, arms crossed, completely dressed and in control.He started h

Naughty maid

Your name is Bella, you’re a slim tall lady with ginger hair. Your eyes are bright and blue and you have a perfect set of teeth. A few days back, after getting sacked over a little argument with a client, you saw a job description for a live-in maid and the pay was much more than you expected.You go for it, and an interview is requested.The Evans’ house sits behind a tall black gate at the end of a quiet, tree-lined street. Even from the outside, it looks expensive, with clean, modern lines, dark stone, and wide glass windows that reflect the late-afternoon light. You straighten your blouse, smooth your skirt, and press the intercom. Your heart is beating faster than it should because you need this job.A woman’s voice answers, polished and brief. The gate unlocks with a soft click.Inside, the house is even more impressive. High ceilings, pale floors, and white furniture that looks untouchedMr. and Mrs. Evans are waiting for you in the living room. Both appear to be in their earl

Naughty maid II

The arousal hits you directly as you inhale deeply.The scent in the basement differs from the rest of the house—leather, polished wood, and something faintly metallic mixed with a cleaner, almost clinical undertone.You clean your hands with the wipes on the small table near the door and start wiping surfaces quickly, almost mechanically. Different thoughts race through your mind as you work.Why did you choose to clean here first? Why not the living room or the kitchen? What if Mrs. Evans asks you these questions if she somehow finds out you were down here?You hasten your movements, gather the small bits of packaging, the uncountable packets of used condoms, and dust into a trash bag, then pause at the doorway. You take one more look at the room filled with carefully arranged sex objects and toys. Everything is ordered. Nothing looks neglected. The St. Andrew’s cross stands against the far wall like a silent piece of furniture. Restraints hang in neat rows. A padded bench sit

Naughty maid III

You have only one more day before you go back down.The house remains empty. The Evans have sent a short message confirming they will be away until the end of the week. You finish the morning cleaning upstairs with unusual speed, then stand in the kitchen for a long moment with a glass of water in your hand, already knowing where your feet will take you.The hidden door opens with the same quiet magnetic click.Cool air rises to meet you as you descend. The basement smells the same as before — leather, clean wood, and that faint metallic edge. You switch on the low lights and close the door behind you. This time you do not pretend you are here to clean.Your eyes move across the room and stop on the large mirror mounted on the far wall.You had noticed it before, but only in passing. Now it holds your attention. The glass is wide and frameless, polished to a dark clarity that reflects the entire space. You walk toward it slowly. Your reflection grows clearer with every step — slightly

Naughty maid IV

You can no longer wait a full day.Even though Mr. and Mrs. Evans are home, the pull toward the basement is stronger than caution. You gather a mop, a bucket of warm water, and a stiff brush enough to make the trip look ordinary, and head downstairs. The sound of the television drifts from the second sitting room. They are watching one of their usual programs, voices low and relaxed.You are halfway past the doorway when Mrs. Evans speaks without turning her head.“I noticed you’ve been cleaning the basement. It looks neater.”You freeze for half a second, grip tightening on the mop handle.“Yes, ma’am. It’s part of the house. I thought it was only necessary that I clean it.”Mrs. Evans gives a small, dismissive hum, already focused on the screen again. “Yeah. Go ahead.”Your pulse is still elevated when you continue down the hall, find the hidden door, and descend. The familiar cool air closes around you as you shut the basement door behind you. You set the cleaning supplies down and

Naughty maid V

Cleaning the basement has become your favorite part of the day.You always save it for last, after the rest of the house is finished and the ordinary chores have worn you down. Lately, the space never looks the same. Toys appear in new places; a pair of cuffs left on the mirror’s ledge, a paddle resting behind the chair, a length of rope coiled neatly on the padded bench. You tell yourself the Evans simply forget to put things away. You never question why the items seem arranged for you to find.This morning you carry the mop and bucket down the narrow stairs as usual. The house is quiet above. You set the cleaning supplies aside the moment the heavy door closes. The need is already too sharp to ignore.You do not go to the mirror.Instead, you pull the black rolling chair into the center of the room and sit. Your eyes land on an unused black dildo resting on the table — thick, easily eight or nine inches, with a control that makes the shaft thrust forward and pull back on its own. Yo

Handsome burglar

Daniel’s POVMy shoulder still burned from the fall two nights ago.The cut under the black jacket had stopped bleeding, but every time I moved my arm the wrong way, the pain reminded me I was getting careless. I shouldn’t have come back to this street. I especially shouldn’t have come back to this house. But the window on the second floor had been left open again, just like before, and the place looked quiet.I slipped in through the back door after working the lock. The house smelled clean, expensive, and empty. No alarm. No signs of dogs. Just the low hum of something upstairs.I took the stairs slowly, sticking to the edge where the wood didn’t creak. The sound got clearer as I reached the hallway, it was soft, wet, and rhythmic. A woman’s quiet moans, half-swallowed, mixed with tinny noise. Her bedroom door was cracked open.I stopped just outside and looked in.She was on the bed, propped against the headboard, laptop open in front of her. A pink headset covered her ears, She

Handsome burglar II

Daniel’s POV“I do not like repeating myself.”Her voice was low, but there was steel under it. The phone in her hand glowed with the emergency number already typed in. Her thumb hovered over the call button. One press and everything I had done to stay out of a cell would be wasted.I stayed still for a second, the last necklace still dangling from my fingers. My shoulder throbbed. The cut under my jacket felt hot again. Jail was the last place I could afford to go.“Fuck,” I muttered.I reached up and pulled the mask down.Her eyes widened the moment she saw my face. Shock and recognition hit her hard, yet she didn’t lower the phone.“You,” she said quietly. “You’re the one who’s been hanging around the street, especially my house?”I was her Ex’s younger brother.I didn’t answer. There was no point denying it. I dropped the necklace into my bag with the rest of the things I had taken and zipped it up. The power in the room had shifted and we both felt it, she was no longer scared o

Handsome burglar

Stella’s POVI was in the laundry room when I heard the back door.No creak this time. No careful footsteps too, it was just the soft click of the lock and then silence. My hands stilled on the warm towel I had been folding. A slow smile pulled at my mouth before I could stop it.He's here, I knew he would come back.I stepped into the hallway and found him standing near the kitchen doorway. He wore a black tracksuit. Hood down. His face completely uncovered this time, the mask dangling loosely from one hand. Without the mask, he looked younger, sharper, and far too familiar. My ex’s little brother. The one who used to glare at me across the dinner table years ago like he already hated how much he noticed me.He looked at me the same way now.“I knew you’d come back,” I said, leaning against the wall. “I’m too sweet, aren’t I?”His jaw flexed. He didn’t answer.I walked toward him slowly, bare feet quiet on the floor. When I reached him I lifted my hand and traced a finger down the

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