Todos los capítulos de SINFUL OBSESSION: A forbidden MMM romance : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

The bass thumped through the dim club like a second heartbeat, vibrating up my spine as I nursed my third drink. Neon lights streaked across sweat-slick skin, bodies grinding in rhythmic chaos on the dance floor. I sat wedged between Rose and her boyfriend, Marcus, feeling every inch the awkward third wheel.“You know, I’m still surprised you’re a virgin,” Rose said, leaning in so her glossy lips nearly brushed my ear. Her perfume—something sweet and floral—mixed with the sharp tang of alcohol on her breath. “When are you gonna get a boyfriend, Miles? Or at least let someone pop that cherry?”I rolled my eyes, cheeks already burning despite the low lighting. Telling your straight best friend you’re gay and still untouched had seemed like a good idea back in high school. Now, mid-date, it felt like handing her ammunition. “Don’t get me started on the boyfriend-and-virgin talk, Rose,” I muttered, shooting her what I hoped was a withering glare. It bounced off her like water on oil.“Oh

The shower spray pounded against my shoulders like it could wash away sin. It couldn’t. Nothing could. Steam clouded the glass, turning the bathroom into a hazy confessional, but the only voice I heard was my own—low, ragged, cursing.“Oh fuck…”My left palm slapped flat against the cool tile wall for balance. My right hand was already wrapped tight around my cock—still slick from Miles’s cum, the evidence I hadn’t bothered to rinse off. I’d smeared it over myself the second I locked the bathroom door behind me, needing to feel him on me, in me, marking me the way I wanted to mark him. His release had cooled slightly on my skin, sticky and warm, and now it lubricated every brutal stroke.“He’s my nephew,” I muttered through clenched teeth. Step-nephew. The distinction felt flimsy as tissue paper when I pictured his face again—head thrown back, mouth slack in that third, shattering orgasm, tears clinging to his lashes, voice cracking on “Daddy.”Fuck.I squeezed harder. Faster. The wet

Miles pov“Miles, can you take over my shift? I really need to be somewhere right now.”James’s voice pulled me out of the haze I’d been drifting in since breakfast. He stood in the narrow hallway of the call center, those big doe eyes wide and pleading, hands clasped like he was begging for his life. James was objectively gorgeous—smooth golden skin, full lips that always looked bitten, lashes so long they threw shadows. Half the regular callers requested him by name. I’d always found him hot in a casual, appreciative way, the kind of attraction that never went anywhere because my brain was too busy obsessing over someone else.Today, though, he barely registered. My head was still full of Kale: “We most definitely can act like you didn’t call me daddy and cum on my fingers.”Was he mocking me? I’d fled the house early, claiming errands, because staying under the same roof with him felt like standing too close to an open flame.James shifted his weight. “Please….”. I sighed, rubbing