All Chapters of TRAPPED IN THEIR BED: A TABOO SECRET : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"This marriage is happening! Victor and his sons will be here soon, and you will behave. No excuses." My mother's voice raged. "And if I refuse?" Her jaw tightened. "Excuse me?" I didn't flinch. "I said, what if I refuse to play happy family with that lover of yours and the three strangers he's bringing into our house?" "They're not strangers. They're going to be your stepbrothers—" "I don't want them to be anything to me. I want no stepbrothers or stepfather." "Laila! If you insist on doing as you like, then you'll find out how serious I am about protecting this new start. I must marry Victor, and that's final!" She snapped and walked out of the room angrily. At this point, it's clear she doesn't care about my feelings. Fine. Neither will I care about hers. I am not going to let this marriage happen. Never. Just seconds later, two black SUVs glided into our driveway. Then I heard the front door open, followed by the sharp click of my mother's heels as she hurried outside t

Then there was the youngest. The nerdy one. He tried to ignore me completely and focused on his phone. "Um… that's Kai," Victor explained, clearing his throat. "He's the same age as you—a month older. He's very shy and introverted, so don't be offended by his coldness." "Of course, I understand," I said, smiling brightly even while I was fuming inside. A bunch of grown-ass men as brothers? My mother definitely wasn't thinking like a mother. She was throwing me to these wolves like a sacrificial lamb. Family, my ass. Can't she see the way they looked at me? "Please, make yourselves at home," Mom said, sweeping an arm toward the wide hallway with a cheerful smile. "There's more than enough room in this mansion, so you boys can take whatever rooms you want. Pick whichever ones feel right—the second floor has the best views, the third floor is quieter if you prefer. The guest suites all have their own bathrooms. We have a pool, a gym… whatever will make you feel comfortable. I tru

The dining room looked like Thanksgiving instead of a simple family dinner. A roasted chicken scented with lemon and thyme sat at the center of the table, flanked by a bowl of mashed potatoes swirled with garlic butter, glistening glazed carrots, and a rich salad. I'd changed my nightie exactly as Mom asked. The black dress I had changed into, was sleeveless, fitted tight through the ribs, and skimmed just above my knees—longer than the nightie, but still short. No bra. No panties. I smirked, walked into the dining room, and took the empty seat. Victor was sitting at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, forearms flexing as he reached for the wine. Mom was to his right, already pouring. Kai watched her with lazy appreciation. Diego lounged to my left, one arm draped possessively over the back of his chair, legs spread wide like he owned the room. How arrogant. But the real heat came from across the table. The eldest brother sat directly opposite me. "Everything lo

The second we were out of sight, Mateo's control snapped. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me into the shadowed alcove near the guest room door, pressing my back against the wall with his hard body. The rough stone bit into my shoulder blades, but I barely noticed not when every inch of him was pressed against every inch of me, his heat searing through the thin fabric of my dress. "You little fucking tease," he growled low against my ear, his voice rough with barely-contained lust. His breath was hot and ragged, sending shivers cascading down my neck. "Playing footsie under the table while your whole family's right there? And then that sad little act with Kai? You're lucky I didn't bend you over the dinner table in front of everyone." I tilted my head up, lips brushing his jaw as I whispered, "You liked it though… didn't you, Mat?" His hand slid down, gripping my thigh hard enough to bruise as he ground his still-hard cock against me. I could feel every thick, throbbing inch

Before I could answer his palm came down on my ass again, this time harder. The loud smack echoed as my ass rippled at the impact. I moaned loudly, the hot burn blooming across my cheek and sending another rush of wetness between my legs. Each spank made my clit throb and my pussy clench with sharp, aching need. "Shit... what the fuck were you thinking?" Mateo cursed, his hand sliding lower, fingers trailing through the slick heat pooling between my thighs. "This is so fucking wrong. Your mom and my dad are getting married next month. We're about to be siblings, Laila." He sounded like he was trying to talk himself out of it, but his body betrayed him—the evidence pressing hard and insistent against my backside. I heard the sound of his zipper coming down, fast and desperate. "I'm the eldest. I'm supposed to be the responsible one. I should be stopping this shit, not—" He groaned deeply as he pulled his thick, heavy cock out, the fat head already leaking, precum glistening as