All Chapters of Secrets Behind Closed Doors: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I wasn’t supposed to go near the guest house after dark.That was the quiet rule I had given myself. Keep the distance. Keep the upper hand. Let him come to me on my terms, in the rooms I controlled, when I decided the moment was right. But the ache between my legs from the pool hadn’t faded. If anything it had grown worse… Every time I closed my eyes I felt his fingers again…stopped just short of giving me what I needed because the gate had opened at the worst possible time.So I went looking for him.The guest-house windows were dark except for the faint light of a laptop screen in the far corner. The door was unlocked. I slipped inside without knocking, barefoot and trying not to make a sound, wearing only a thin robe that clung to my still-damp skin from the earlier shower. The air smelled like him…clean soap, a hint of chlorine, and something warmer underneath.He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to the door, shoulders hunched, one hand moving steadily between his legs.

We were having dinner, roasted chicken and garlic pasta, I sat across from Ethan at the table, my fork hovering over my plate while our parents talked about their work and plans for the weekend. I barely listened them instead My eyes kept drifting across the table to him.He looked good. With broad shoulders from the gym, dark hair a little longer than usual so it fell across his forehead when he leaned forward to cut his food. His forearms flexed under the rolled sleeves of his black T-shirt every time he moved. His Thick thighs spread casually under the table. I watched the way his throat worked when he swallowed, the quiet concentration on his face, the easy way he answered Mom’s questions without ever glancing my way for long.I pressed my knees together under the table. Heat had already started low in my belly, the same restless ache that had been building for months. Living in the same house made it worse. I heard him in the shower every morning. I caught the scent of his soap

Ethan pulled out his fingers slowly. I whimpered at the loss. He brought his fingers up to my face and wiped them across my lower lip.“Open.”I did. He pushed the two fingers into my mouth and I tasted myself on them, salty and a bit tangy. He fucked them in and out of my mouth the same way he had just fucked my cunt, watching me from above.“Good. Now say it. Out loud. To my face.”I swallowed around his fingers. My voice came out rough. “I want you.”He pulled his hand free, gripped my hip, and flipped me onto my back in one hard motion. My legs fell open. He was still fully dressed…black T-shirt, gym shorts…but the thick ridge of his cock tented the front of them. He shoved the shorts down just far enough. His cock sprang free, heavier and thicker than it had looked on camera, the head already leaking with precum. He lined up and pushed in.The stretch burned. I gasped, my hands flying to hold his shoulders. He kept going until every inch of him was inside me, his hips flush agai

I ran.My boots hit the cold metal floor of the old ship, each step loud in the empty halls. The sound echoed off the walls as I pushed myself faster.Jace was right behind me.I could hear his boots getting closer. His breath was calm and steady, even after all that running…He wasn’t slowing down.The bounty hunter had been on my trail for six months…ever since I put a plasma round through the skull of the crime lord who’d paid him double to bring me in alive. He’d taken the contract anyway. Personal now. Everything between us always turned personal.I jumped over a broken pipe, twisted mid-air, and landed in a crouch that sent a painful jolt straight up my thighs. My pulse wasn’t just from the chase. It never was with him. Every near-miss, every shared glance across a rooftop, every time he’d pinned me long enough to breathe the same air before I slipped free…it had all been building. Hate and heat, all tangled up so tight I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. I’d d

He didn’t pull out.Jace stayed buried inside my cum filled cunt, thick cock still twitching and leaking the last lazy spurts of his load into the mess he’d already made of me. The gun finally left my forehead. He set it on the crate beside us with a soft metallic click.His hands found my thighs instead, spreading me wider, holding me open so he could grind deep and feel every flutter of my oversensitive walls around him.“Still so fucking tight,” he muttered against my mouth. “Even after taking the knife and my cock. Your cunt’s greedy for the enemy, Mildred. Look at the way it’s trying to keep me in.”I clenched tightly, milking another thick dribble of cum out of him. The wet sound it made was obscene. I could feel everything…the stretch of his shaft, the heat of his seed coating my insides, the slow trickle of excess already sliding down the crack of my ass. The air between the crates now smelled of sex and sweat . My own scent mixed with his, filthy and unmistakable.“You’re st