All Chapters of DIARY OF A FORBIDDEN LOVE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 1 Olivia’s POV“Mom, I told you already, my shift starts soon and it’s going to run late again,” I said, grabbing my bag from the kitchen counter while trying not to sound too impatient.My mother stood there with her arms crossed, that familiar disapproving look on her face like she could smell something off even though I had showered twice and sprayed on extra perfume to cover any trace.She sighed heavily. “Olivia, you are only twenty. A girl of your age shouldn’t be out all hours at some call center. Your father and I raised you better than this. Come home right after and don’t let those people keep you overtime without extra pay.”Dad walked in from the living room, newspaper in hand, his glasses perched low on his nose. “Listen to your mother. We don’t like you driving at night, but if this job is paying for your classes, fine. Just remember who you are. No boys, no distractions. You’re a good girl from a good home.” I forced a smile, the kind that felt tight on my fa

Chapter 3Olivia’s POV“Dickson what the actual fuck is happening right now,” I gasped out, my voice cracking even as my body stayed locked in position on all fours with his cock still halfway buried inside my dripping pussy. My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack them, panic flooding my veins while my walls clenched around him on their own, like my body refused to let go of the stretch. This was my dad’s best friend, the man who had fixed my bike when I was younger and joked around at every family barbecue, now balls deep in me under these hot studio lights with cameras rolling.He froze for a split second, his hands gripping my hips tighter, fingers digging into my flesh as his eyes stayed wide and locked on mine. Sweat already beaded on his forehead. “Olivia I didn’t know it was you I swear to God,” he muttered low, voice rough and strained, but he didn’t pull out. Instead his hips gave a small involuntary push forward, sinking another inch deeper, an

Chapter 5Olivia’s POV“Dickson this is crazy but the director wants us alone for this bonus scene right now,” I said, my voice still husky from the last round as we moved to the smaller private set room with just one camera rolling on us. My body was still buzzing hard, pussy tender and wet from how he had stretched me earlier, but the second the door clicked shut behind the crew it felt like all the air got thicker with guilt and that raw pull between us. I climbed onto the bed in the middle of the room, legs spreading a little on their own while I looked at him standing there naked, his cock already thickening again at the sight of me.He stepped closer, hand running over my thigh as he knelt between my legs on the mattress. “Liv I can’t believe we’re doing this again so soon but fuck I don’t want to stop either,” he muttered, eyes dark and locked on mine while his fingers traced up to my soaked folds, rubbing slow circles around my clit. “Back at those family barbecues years ag

Chapter 7Olivia’s POV“Dickson we can’t keep doing this but I need one more time before everything blows up,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as we slipped into the private back office at the end of the hall, hearts racing from the voicemail and the fear of my dad showing up any minute. My legs still felt sticky from his cum leaking down my thighs, pussy tender and throbbing after the mirror fuck, but the panic only made the heat between us burn hotter. I locked the door behind us and turned to him, robe dropping to the floor completely, my full tits heavy and nipples hard from the cool air and the rush of adrenaline.He pulled me close right away, hands gripping my ass as he backed me toward the desk. “Liv this is insane with your dad on the way but I can’t walk away now,” he muttered, voice rough and low while he lifted me onto the edge of the desk and spread my legs wide. His cock was already hard again, thick and curving up as he stroked it once, eyes locked on my drip

Chapter 2 Alex’s POV“What’s that one?” I asked again, my finger still hovering near his on the trackpad, heart pounding from more than just the way his hand gripped my thigh. “Real Story? Come on Damien, you can’t drop something like that and expect me not to wonder.”Damien’s eyes narrowed but that hungry look stayed locked on me. He pulled his hand back slowly, fingers dragging along my leg like he hated letting go. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.”Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.My eyes s