All Chapters of CumShorts: Unholy Dirty Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MilaI slammed the front door hard enough that the sound echoed through the fancy new hallway. My suitcase bumped against the wall as I dragged it inside. The whole house smelled like vanilla candles and Mom’s expensive perfume, the kind that always made me want to sneeze.“Mila?” Mom’s voice came from the living room, tight with annoyance. “Is that how you enter a house now?”“Yeah, it’s me,” I shot back, kicking off my heels. I walked in and saw her standing there with her arms folded. And right behind her was Sean, leaning against the wall, watching everything quietly.I felt a strange twist in my stomach. He looked too good — broad chest, strong arms, dark hair, and those eyes that seemed to notice everything. It made me hate him even more. Mom had no right to marry someone like him without telling me.“You got married and didn’t even bother to call me?” I said, staring straight at Mom. “I had to see it on Instagram like some stranger. Really classy, Mom.Mom let out a long breath

Mila I did exactly as I was ordered, pressing my face into his leg, but I could feel the heat of his palm hovering over my thighs. He was right. This might be even more torturous than having his hands on my ass, smacking me like I'm some child. “I have tried so hard to get along with you,” he growled out in the most inhuman way. “I let you leave the house and this is the thanks I get? Fucking disrespect?” I swallowed hard, guilt biting into me. It wasn't that I hated Sean, quite the opposite. I was heavily attracted to him, and every time I saw him with my mother it hurt me to my bones. “I didn’t mean to be late,” I muttered, but my voice sounded small. I was about to apologize when a hard smack landed on my right cheek, “Im— nghhsn.” I cried,remembering his order. I quickly corrected my incoherent words to “One” The heat from it spread through my core, making it ache and twitch with need. The second came on the left side, just as firm making my hips buckle on him. “Two

MilaMy heart slammed against my ribs the second I heard Mom’s voice floating up from downstairs. My eyes flew open. “Sean!” I gasped, shoving at his shoulders.He pulled back instantly, his mouth glistening with my wetness. I scrambled off the bed, my legs shaky, heart hammering so hard I could barely breathe. I yanked my leggings up my thighs, the thin fabric clinging to my soaked pussy. My sports bra was still pushed up, exposing my breasts. I quickly pulled it down and smoothed my hair, trying to look normal even though my clit was throbbing and my thighs were slick.Sean stood up fast, adjusting his shorts over his massive erection. His chest was heaving. “Darling, we’re in here!” he called out, his voice steady but a little rough around the edges.I heard Mom’s footsteps coming up the stairs. My pulse was racing so fast I felt dizzy. Sean sat beside me on the bed, leaving a careful distance between us, like we had just been having a normal conversation.Mom appeared in the do

MilaWe flirted more as the wine warmed me. His hand brushed my knee and stayed there. I let him, enjoying the light touch.The sun was setting when dark clouds rolled in and rain suddenly poured down.“Oh no, come on!” Jason laughed, quickly grabbing the basket. We gathered everything and ran back to his car, laughing the whole way. We weren’t soaked, just lightly damp from the quick dash.Inside the car, the rain hammered on the roof. Jason started the engine. “That came out of nowhere.”“Yeah, but it was fun,” I said, brushing a few drops from my arm.The drive back toward my house was smooth. We kept talking, the rain creating a cozy rhythm around us.“You know, I could do this again sometime,” Jason said.“I’d like that,” I replied.As we got closer, I turned to him. “Hey, can you park a few blocks before my house? I’m not ready to head inside just yet.”He nodded with a small smile. “Sure thing.”He found a quiet spot on a side street a few blocks away and turned off the engine.

MilaOver the next several days, the house felt like a pressure cooker. Sean and I barely spoke at all. Every morning I would hear him moving around in the kitchen, the low clink of his coffee mug, and I’d wait in my room until I was sure he’d left for work before going downstairs. If I came down for water at night and found him in the living room, I’d turn around and go back upstairs without a word, my heart racing.One evening I walked into the kitchen to grab a snack and he was standing at the counter, shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up. Our eyes met for just a second. Heat rushed through me, mixed with anger from the night in the rain. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to shove him against the counter and kiss him. Instead I grabbed an apple and left without saying anything. I could feel his stare burning into my back the whole way up the stairs.Another afternoon I was reading on the couch when he came home early. The second he stepped into the living room and saw m