Todos los capítulos de Sins Worth Keeping : Collection of Forbidden Tales: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Cole sent me a text around 9pm. At the library till midnight. Don't wait up. Adrian might stop by to grab my hoodie. I stared at the message for longer than necessary then tossed my phone face down on the bed. Adrian might stop by. Well that's fine. It's cool. Completely fine. I lasted about twenty minutes trying to watch something on my laptop before giving up entirely. I couldn't focus or sit still. I showered. Changed into just my sweatpants. Told myself I was going to sleep early like a responsible person. Who was I kidding? I was not a responsible person. That was why my dad was disappointed in me. Ever since I was a kid, he always compared me with other kids. He once told me I was better off being a girl than a man who couldn't do anything. I lay on top of my covers staring at the ceiling and my brain did exactly what it always did when left unsupervised. It went straight to him. Adrian. The way he was at practice today. The water droplet on his neck made me wa

It was finally Thursday. And guess what? I was handling it very maturely by not thinking about it every single second of every waking hour. Scratch that. I was not handling it maturely at all. out of excitement I even had to call my sister to tell her about it, because she was the only one who knew about my dirty thoughts. she never judged me for any of it. Practice that morning was a disaster and it was entirely Adrian's fault. He didn't do anything specific. But because he existed in the same body of water as me and my brain had apparently decided that was enough to short circuit every signal between my head and my limbs. I missed two turns. Clipped the lane rope twice. Coach yelled at me in a disappointing tone that was absolutely my father's. Adrian said nothing during practice. I could feel him watching every mistake I made from the other lane and him not saying anything was worse than anything he could have said out loud. When practice ended the team cleared ou

Two months ago when my mom called to say Rhys was coming home for Thanksgiving I'd said great, cool, can't wait in the most convincing voice I owned and then sat on my dorm room floor for twenty minutes doing absolutely nothing.A year.Three hundred and sixty five days of distance and silence and pretending that what happened last Thanksgiving was some kind of fever dream I'd successfully moved past.I had not successfully moved past it. I pulled into the driveway at 4pm. His car was already there. Rhys was always early in everything. You could say, he was the responsible and punctual one.I sat in my car for longer than necessary.You're fine. It was a year ago. You're both adults. You made a promise and you kept it and this is just Thanksgiving. He probably would have moved on and forgot it happened.I grabbed my bag and went inside.Mom was in the kitchen. David was setting the table. Everything smelled like roasted turkey and cinnamon and the warmth of a house."Eli!" Mom pulled

Rhys’s smirk deepened as he pinned me harder against the sofa cushions, his full weight settling over me like he owned every inch of my body. Those tight black boxer briefs were practically obscene, stretched obscenely over his thick, heavy cock. I could feel every vein, every pulse, every filthy inch of him grinding right against my own rapidly hardening length. “This is the last time,” I breathed, the words already sounding pathetic even to my own ears. Rhys didn’t answer with words. Instead, he rolled his hips in one long, deliberate drag, letting his clothed cock slide slowly up the entire length of mine. The friction was maddening — too much and not nearly enough. “Fuck…” I hissed. He chuckled darkly against my neck. “Already? I’ve barely started, Eli.” He braced one hand beside my head, the other sliding under my thigh to spread me wider beneath him. Then he started moving — slow, filthy grinds that dragged his thick erection up and down against me in lazy strokes. Eve

The morning light filtered through the bathroom blinds as I stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over my sore muscles. My body still ached in the best and most dangerous way—reminders of Rhys buried deep inside me last night, the warm fullness of his cum inside of me before falling asleep. I tilted my head under the spray, trying to clear my thoughts. I was heading back to school today. My life was going to go back to normal, away from Rhys. I had to pull myself together. The shower door slid open behind me. I startled, nearly slipping, but strong hands caught my hips. “Morning, baby,” Rhys murmured, voice still rough with sleep as he stepped in behind me, completely naked. The door clicked shut, trapping us in the steamy heat. His hard, muscular body pressed against my back, thick cock already half-hard and nestling between my ass cheeks. His cock would be the death of me. But I didn't mind that. I would happily die with his cock inside me. “Rhys...what the fuck? Mom