บททั้งหมดของ GENTLEMEN'S SECRET: Stories Behind Closed Door : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Twenty minutes later, I was walking down the dimly lit stairs to the basement parking garage, my coat wrapped tightly around me even though the air wasn’t cold. My legs still felt unsteady from the afternoon rehearsal.Every step reminded me of what we had done on that prop table the way he had looked at me, the desperate sound he made when he came.I should have gone home.Instead, I found his black car in the far corner, engine already running. The windows were tinted. When I opened the passenger door and slipped inside, the smell of his cologne and leather seats wrapped around me like a secret.Damien didn’t speak at first. He just looked at me, one hand still on the steering wheel, jaw tight. The guilt was written all over his face, but so was the hunger. It made my chest ache.“Drive,” I whispered.He pulled out of the garage without a word. The city lights blurred past us as he navigated the evening traffic. His hand eventually found my thigh, sliding higher under my coat until

This pussy is mine now.He didn’t give me any time to recover. He pulled his thick cock out of me, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness, then flipped me over onto my stomach like I weighed nothing. He yanked my hips up high so my ass was in the air, face pressed into the pillow.“Arch that back,” he growled, slapping my ass hard. The sharp sting made me moan. “Show me that pretty pussy.”I spread my knees wider and pushing my ass up higher. Zion groaned at the sight.“Fuck, look at you… dripping all over the sheets like a little whore. You’ve been wanting your sister’s husband to destroy this pussy, haven’t you?”“Yes,” I moaned shamelessly. “I’ve wanted it so bad, Zion.”He didn’t warn me. He just slammed his entire thick cock back inside me in one brutal thrust. I screamed into the pillow as he stretched me wide open again. He started fucking me like an animal hard, deep, and merciless. The sound of his hips slamming against my ass filled the whole room.“Take that dick, Poppy

The next few days were pure torture.Zion completely avoided me. After that wild afternoon when he fucked me senseless, his wife my sister came home smiling and chatting about her day. The moment she walked through the door, Zion changed. He barely looked at me. No stolen glances. No lingering touches. He acted like I didn’t exist.I told myself it was for the best. That what we did was wrong and dangerous. That I should feel guilty. But deep down, my body betrayed me every single night. I couldn’t stop thinking about his thick cock stretching me open, the way he called me his dirty little slut, how hard he came inside me. I touched myself almost every night thinking about him, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted the real thing. I wanted him.My sister was home more than usual that week, which made everything worse. She kept talking about how lucky she was to have such a devoted husband. Every time she said it, I felt a sharp twist in my stomach guilt mixed with dark excitement.On Thursda

The classroom smelled of chalk dust, old books, and the faint trace of rain that had slipped through the open window earlier. The golden light from the setting sun spilled across the desks, casting long shadows that made everything feel more intimate, more dangerous.Ms. Sophia Vale stood at the whiteboard, erasing the day’s notes with slow strokes. At twenty-six, she was one of the youngest teachers at Ridgewood Academy, and she knew exactly what kind of attention that brought. With her dark wavy hair usually pinned up loosely, full lips, and a figure that her modest dresses could never quite hide, she turned heads without trying.But none of those heads belonged to someone like him.Aiden Cross sat in the back row, long legs stretched out, watching her with that quiet intensity he always carried. Eighteen years old, captain of the lacrosse team, and far too perceptive for his own good. He should have left fifteen minutes ago when the final bell rang but Instead he stayed.“Ms. Vale

The second the apartment door slammed shut behind him, the air changed.Liam had been gone for two years. Two fucking years of deployments, video calls that cut out at the worst moments, and nights where all they had were whispered promises and frustrated touches over the phone. Now he was home standing in the hallway in his worn jacket, duffel bag dropped at his feet, eyes locked on her like she was the only thing keeping him sane.Mia didn’t even say hello.She ran to him. Their bodies crashed together. Liam’s hands grabbed her waist hard, lifting her off the ground as their mouths collided in a desperate, messy kiss. There was no softness, no gentle “I missed you.” It was pure hunger. Teeth clashing, tongues fighting, months of built-up frustration exploding between them.“Fuck, I missed you,” he growled against her lips, biting her bottom lip hard enough to make her moan.“Show me,” she breathed, fingers already pulling at his shirt. “I need you right now, Liam and don’t be gentle