Todos os capítulos de TRANGRESSION: A Collection Of Forbidden Desires : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 67

The flight home was quiet.Sienna sat beside Marcus in the first-class cabin with a folder of case notes open on her tray table and did not read a single page. Their thighs were a careful inch apart. Every time the plane hit mild turbulence the space closed and then opened again. Marcus reviewed a brief with the same focused calm he wore in court. Only the faint bruise just visible above his collar—where her mouth had been the night before—betrayed anything.They landed at dusk. Separate cars waited. In the terminal he touched her elbow once, brief and professional, and said, “I’ll see you at the office Monday.”Sienna nodded. The words felt like a door closing.She went home to Ethan. He met her at the door with a kiss that tasted like toothpaste and relief, asked about the client meeting, and carried her suitcase inside. She smiled at the right moments. She let him pull her into bed later and moved beneath him with practiced ease. When he finished and fell asleep she lay staring at

The house changed after Mary moved in.Lena noticed it in the small things first—the scent of her stepmother’s perfume lingering in the upstairs hallway, the way the morning light caught on the new wedding band on her father’s hand, the soft sound of two voices in the kitchen when Lena came down for coffee. Her mother had been gone four years. The grief had settled into something quieter, a dull presence rather than a constant weight. What had not settled was the way Lena’s body reacted to the woman who now shared her father’s bed.Mary was forty-one, dark-haired, elegant without trying. She moved through the old colonial house with a calm confidence that made the rooms feel warmer and more dangerous at the same time. She treated Lena with careful courtesy at first—polite distance, the appropriate warmth of a new stepmother trying not to overstep. Lena had told herself the flutter in her stomach whenever Elena stood too close was nothing. Just adjustment. Just the strangeness of havin

I will like to put the previous story on hold for a while stay tunnedAria had perfected the art of hating her uncle.It was a performance she had refined over years—sharp comments at family dinners, the deliberate way she avoided his eyes, the cold shrug whenever someone mentioned his name. Everyone believed it. Her mother sighed and said they had never gotten along. Her father muttered that Julian was too blunt, too independent, too much of a lone wolf for a girl like Aria. Only Aria knew the truth sat in the opposite direction entirely.She was twenty-five. Julian was forty-one. He had been part of her life for as long as she could remember, but something had shifted when she turned nineteen. The easy affection of childhood had twisted into something heavier, hotter, and far more dangerous. She started noticing the way his shirts stretched across his shoulders, the low rumble of his voice, the quiet intensity in his eyes when he looked at her for too long. Wanting him felt like a b