All Chapters of VELVET DESIRES: Forbidden Collections: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Nora's head snapped towards me as she realized that she'd been caught. But she didn't stop, a smirk played across her face as she continued pumping her fingers in and out of herself. I should have called her out for spying or better yet walk away, but I don't know what prompted me. Maybe it was the fact that I was frustrated about my encounter with Christian. I moved right in front of Nora, my gaze never leaving hers as I slid my hands beneath her shorts, cupping her hand as my fingers moved in tandem with hers, sliding in and out of her wet folds. Nora gasped, her walls clenching tight around our joined fingers.“Shh,” I mouthed, pressing a finger to my lips as Mom’s loud, breathy moan echoed from their bedroom down the hall.Nora whimpered, her body trembling. Before she could make another sound, I pulled our hands free, grabbed her wrist, and quietly dragged her back to our bedroom, locking the door behind us with a soft click.Without a word I grabbed Nora and pulled her towards

The house had been awfully quiet since Mom died. She was never around much during the week anyway because of her long shifts but her absence still left a heavy silence behind. Christian had completely shut down. Ever since that phone call interrupted me while I was on my knees with his cock down my throat, he’d been drowning in grief. Something broke in him when he saw Mom's bloodied and pale body laying lifeless on the hospital bed. I watched him crumble that day, tears streaming down his face as he held her hand. That was the first time I’d seen a grown man completely break down and cry. It was almost funny in a twisted way because she wasn’t even really his wife. She was his first wife, and he was Mom’s first real husband. Our so-called biological father had abandoned Mom when she was pregnant with us at a young age. We stayed with our grandparents until Mom graduated college and could finally take care of us. Seeing her like that in the hospital made my heart ache a little, but

The moment Christian’s second hand broke free from the satin scarf, the air in the room changed completely. But Christian wasn't completely free yet.He slowly rose to a seated position, his shoulders heaving as he drew in ragged breaths. “You girls thought this was a game, didn't you?” Christian’s voice came out with a low and gravelly vibration. He tried to move but his ankles were still tied. His eyes were pitch black, locking onto the bottom of the bed where his ankles were still bound tight to the footboard by our scarves.He didn't waste a single second as he tried to untangle the knots. He leaned forward, his back flexed as he reached down gripping the silk around his ankles with his hands and ripped it off. Nora was pushing herself up onto her elbows, her dark hair completely disheveled from where he had tangled his fingers into it. He grabbed Nora by the ankle dragging her flat onto her back down the center of the bed. At the same time, his other hand snapped out wrapping