All Chapters of Spicy and Forbidden.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lenora-I can still vividly remember the look on his face when he knocked and rushed into his boss’s office, files piled on his arms, only to see his girlfriend —me— bent over his boss's desk while he thrust into me violently, my moans echoing within the walls of the office.We didn't notice him until the files crashed to his ground and he squeaked a surprised “Lenora”.I turned to look at him, my heart failing in my chest, but Mr. Sinclair didn't mind in one bit.He still went on grunting, his hands locking my waist in place as he rhythmically smashed into me. “Close the door on your way out.” He ordered, not even sparing him a glance. Whenever we had episodes like this, he would keep the door ajar. It was a kink of his. The exhilaration and excitement rush of getting caught. Desmond stood rooted to the spot for five seconds trying to understand the scene happening in front of me.And it was just when the orgasm rush was starting to get to my head. I gripped the edges of the desk

-Lenora- I wheezed as my back slammed against the wall, air knocked out of my lungs. I pushed against him trying to escape but he grabbed my arms. That was one thing about Desmond, he could be a bit violent when he was emotional. That meant when he was angry and also when he was giving me backshots. I kicked against his hold, but he was firm as he trapped me in his arms. Next thing I know, my back is trapped to the wall of the hallway as he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. My breasts pounced in front of me and I saw his gaze flicker there for a fraction of a second. My cleavage was still peeking out of my tight top. When his boss dismissed both of us, I hastily shoved my breasts into my bra, and now with Desmond tackling me, it was bouncing into his view.He dragged his gaze to my eyes, his lips inches from mine. His eyes flashed with anger, but I could still see the lust lingering there. "You fucked him," he snarled, grabbing my neck and titling my face so his l

-Desmond- When we got to the bedroom, she pushed me down on the bed. “I want you to watch me,” she purred, swaying her hips seductively as she walked towards the bedroom. I drooled at the sight of her ass shaking. She slipped into the bathroom, shedding her bra and top. She danced behind the misty bathroom walls, the shower pouring hot water on her. Her naked body glistened with water under the bathroom's soft light. I felt my cock hardening at the sight of her, desire coursing through my veins as she twerked her ass, ass cheeks slapping into each other, putting on a show just for me.She looked over her shoulder at me, a smirk on her lips as she caught me biting my lower lip. "Like what you see?" she purred over the water splashing in the background. I locked on her movement as she arched her back to present her ass to me.She turned to the wall, whining her hips as water ran down her waist.I sat up, my very erect rod now constricting painfully. I was ready to join her in the s

-LENORA-Hands tapped harshly on my skin, shaking me, waking me. I flipped my eyes open and the hotel ceiling stared back at me. My head pounded from all the alcohol last night. All the alcohol I had to take to numb me so I would willingly let fat, ugly, Mr.Sinclair mount me and fuck me.A harsh tap nudged my shoulder again. “Wake up, Lenora.”I sat up with a groan, my hand rubbing my temples. The world spun in front of me. I've never felt this dizzy — and dirty. I was stark naked, my breasts bouncing in front of me, reddish-purple hickeys sprawling on my breasts and arms. Mr. Sinclair was smiling over me and I internally shuddered. If not I needed money, there was no way I would have chosen him over Desmond.“Pretty woman.” He teased. “I've sent some money to your cashapp. You need to go wash up so I won't be late to work.”I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "What time is it?""Six thirty. Get up." His fingers pinched my nipples and then he stood up. His hair was wet and his skin was so

Maybe I should have explained things to him, about his boss. Maybe he would have understood me better.I checked the time. 8:17 a.m. I sat up fast and the cab driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror."Downtown gas station, right?" he asked."Yeah," I managed, voice raw. "The one on 5th and Maple."My duffel and two suitcases are still wedged beside me, everything I owned crammed into three bags and I'm sure all my skincare hasn't even been properly packed just because he was so eager to throw me out of the house.The cab finally pulled up to the station. I paid the driver, hauled my bags inside and clocked in at 8:52. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.I stood there for a moment, the sterile smell of gasoline and cheap coffee filling my lungs. I took a deep sigh and went to the toilets to change into my employee uniform, and I felt exposed and awkward as I dragged my two suitcases and duffel bags with me out of the toilet.I glanced down at my uniform. Dang.I don't know why