All Chapters of OFF LIMITS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER TWO POV: Zara She heard him before she saw him. The kitchen. Early. The sound of a pan hitting the stove and then his voice, low and rough the way it always was before he’d fully woken up, humming something she didn’t recognize. Zara lay in bed and stared at the ceiling and did not move. Outside the window, the world had disappeared. Completely. Overnight the snow had swallowed everything, the yard, the fence, the road, the neighbor’s red car that was usually visible from her window. Gone. Just white, unbroken and deep and still falling. Her phone had one bar. She’d already tried Ryan. Straight to voicemail. Marcus’s text from last night sat at the top of her screen. Roads are closed, stuck at Dad’s, don’t burn the house down, back as soon as I can. Followed by three laughing emojis like this was funny. This was not funny. She sat up. Pulled her hair into something that wasn’t quite a bun. Looked down at what she was wearing, oversized sleep shirt, no bra, sh

CHAPTER FOURPOV: ZaraDon’t.She replayed it all night.Not the word itself. The way he’d said it. Like he was talking to himself as much as her. Like it cost him something to get it out. She’d gone to bed at ten, stared at the ceiling until two, and woken up at seven feeling like she hadn’t slept at all.The unknown number hadn’t texted again.She almost wished it had.At least then she’d have something concrete to be upset about instead of this, whatever this was. This low hum. This awareness that had settled under her skin like a second heartbeat she hadn’t asked for.She picked up her phone. Tried Ryan again.It rang four times and then ”Babe. Hey. Sorry, signal’s been terrible up here.”His voice was warm and familiar and she held onto it like a rope. “Hey. I’ve been trying to reach you.”“I know, I’m sorry. How’s it there? Still snowing?”“Yeah. Roads are still closed.”“You doing okay alone?”She paused. One second. “Damon’s here. Marcus got stuck at your dad’s before the stor

CHAPTER SIX POV: Zara She woke up in his bed, naked. Not tangled innocently. Not by accident. Her thighs were sticky, her pussy still faintly throbbing from how many times he’d made her come during the night. Damon’s arm was heavy around her waist, possessive even in sleep, his bare chest pressed to her back and his spent cock nestled warm and thick against the curve of her ass. The scent of sex clung to the sheets, sweat, her arousal, his cum. She lay there listening to him breathe and thought about Ryan. Ryan who texted good morning every day. Ryan who was gentle and safe and never once made her feel like this, raw, ruined, and aching for more. Her eyes burned with shame, but her nipples tightened anyway. Damon’s arm tightened around her, pulling her closer, and she felt his cock twitch and begin to thicken against her. She needed to get up. She didn’t move. He woke slowly. She felt the exact moment consciousness returned, the shift in his breathing, the way his hand slid po

CHAPTER EIGHT POV: Zara Morning came too fast. She heard Ryan before her eyes opened. His voice downstairs, easy and unhurried, talking to someone. A second voice answered and her stomach dropped before she was fully awake. Damon. The two of them. Downstairs. Together. She lay completely still and stared at the ceiling and ran through every possible version of getting through this day without everything falling apart. She came up with nothing convincing. She got up. Washed her face. Looked at herself in the mirror longer than was useful. Her lips were slightly swollen. She pressed two fingers against them and then turned away from the mirror before she could think about why. The kitchen was full in a way it hadn’t been all weekend. Ryan at the island with coffee. Damon at the stove. Camille at the table scrolling her phone, legs crossed, reading glasses on, unbothered and beautiful and completely unaware. Three people she was lying to simultaneously. Zara walke

CHAPTER TENPOV: MarcusHe’d looked at it four times.Four times thinking his eyes were wrong. That the light was bad. That it was a mistake or a trick or something with an explanation that made sense because the alternative, the thing the image was actually showing him, wasn’t possible.It was possible.He knew his sister’s room. He’d painted those walls himself when she was sixteen and insisted on burgundy and their mum had said absolutely not and Marcus had done it anyway because he could never say no to her. He knew that window. That curtain. That specific quality of dark.He knew Damon’s back. His build. The tattoo on his left shoulder.He knew exactly what he was looking at.His phone was in his hand and Camille was in the kitchen twenty feet away washing up and humming to herself and he was standing in the hallway of his own house holding evidence that his best friend and his little sister had—He called Zara.She answered on the fifth ring.He heard the car. Ryan’s car. Ryan w