Semua Bab Forbidden Heat: Tales of untamed desires: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The house was full of family noise during the holidays, but I needed a break. I slipped upstairs to my room and heard the shower running in the shared bathroom. The door was cracked open. Steam rolled out. I should have walked away, but curiosity won. I peeked inside.There he was—my stepbrother, Jake. Water cascaded down his tall, muscular body. Broad shoulders, defined abs, and his hand stroking a very thick, hard cock. My breath caught. We had ignored the tension for years. Stolen glances. Accidental touches. Now this.He turned and our eyes met through the glass. Instead of shock, a slow smile spread on his face. "Like what you see, sis?"I froze, heat flooding my face and between my legs. "I... sorry. I didn't mean—""Come here." His voice was low and commanding. He shut off the water and stepped out, dripping wet and completely naked. I couldn't stop staring."Jake, this is wrong. We're family now.""Step family. And you've been staring at me for years." He closed the distance a

I never believed in ghosts. When I bought the old Victorian mansion on the hill for a suspiciously low price, the realtor’s warnings about “strange occurrences” made me laugh. I moved in anyway, eager for the quiet and space after years in noisy apartments. The first night, I unpacked in the master bedroom with its massive four-poster bed and fell asleep easily.Something woke me around midnight. The air felt colder, heavier. A weight settled on the mattress beside me. I opened my eyes and saw nothing. Then a hand—solid but icy—slid up my thigh under the covers. I froze.“Who’s there?” I whispered, heart pounding.A deep, masculine voice answered right by my ear. “Elias Blackwood. This is my house. And now you’re in my bed.”I tried to sit up but invisible hands pinned my wrists to the mattress. Panic mixed with a strange thrill as the sheet slid down on its own, exposing my body. Cool air hit my skin, then warm breath ghosted over my breasts. Invisible lips closed around one nipple,

The beach resort looked perfect in the photos, but my honeymoon felt like a mistake from the first night. Mark, my new husband, fell asleep after two minutes of awkward missionary. No foreplay, no passion, just quick grunts and then snoring. I lay awake staring at the ceiling, body aching with unmet need. This was supposed to be our romantic escape. Instead, I felt more alone than ever.On the second evening I slipped away to the resort bar while Mark watched sports in the room. I wore a short red sundress with nothing underneath, hoping the night air would cool my frustration. The bartender slid me a strong cocktail. I sipped it slowly, watching the waves.A deep voice spoke beside me. "You look like you could use another one of those."I turned and my breath caught. The best man from our wedding, Alex. Tall, tanned, with messy dark hair and green eyes that sparkled with trouble. His white shirt hugged broad shoulders and a toned chest. Sinfully attractive. I had noticed him during t

I adjusted my silk blouse in the gallery mirror, making sure every strand of my long raven hair sat perfectly. At thirty-one, I had built a reputation as one of the city's sharpest art curators. This private collection job felt special—erotic paintings from an unknown master that had haunted me for years. The owner wanted them restored carefully. I needed the right artist.Julian arrived exactly on time. Tall and brooding, ink covered his arms in intricate designs that disappeared under his rolled sleeves. His dark eyes locked on mine, sending a shiver down my spine. Those strong hands looked capable of creating beauty or destruction."Sophia," he said, voice low and rough. "Show me the pieces."I led him through the climate-controlled studio. Canvases leaned against walls, depicting passionate figures intertwined in shadow and light. Heat rose in my cheeks as I watched him study them. His presence filled the space."Impressive work," he murmured, fingers hovering near a curve of pain

The waves crashed against the shore like they had something to prove, salty spray mixing with the warm breeze that tugged at my loose tank top. I wiped sweat from my brow, my sun-kissed skin glistening under the relentless tropical sun. As a fitness influencer, I lived for challenges, but this? This felt different. Our yacht had "malfunctioned" during what was supposed to be a quick influencer trip for sponsored content. Now here I stood on this private island, phone dead, no signal, just endless blue ocean and lush greenery surrounding a fancy resort that looked abandoned.And then there was Alex.He emerged from the tree line carrying a couple of coconuts, his muscular frame cutting an imposing figure. Shirtless, his broad shoulders and defined abs reminded me why I'd fallen hard back in college. Time had been kind—very kind. The tech mogul vibe suited him, with that confident swagger and sharp jawline now shadowed by a day's stubble."Mia, you okay?" His deep voice carried over the