All Chapters of FORBIDDEN PLEASURES: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 6CATHERINE'S POVMrs. Bello led me down a long hallway and opened a door on the left.The room was large. Bigger than the one I had at my father’s house. Soft cream walls. A wide bed with white sheets that looked untouched. A long window covered by heavy curtains. A polished desk in the corner. Everything smelled clean and expensive.I stood in the middle of the floor and just looked around.How did a lecturer own a place like this?Mrs. Bello set my wet luggage near the wardrobe.“This will be your room for tonight,” she said.“Thank you, ma’am.”“I’ll bring you a cup of tea. If you need anything else, press the switch on the wall.”I nodded. She left and closed the door quietly behind her.I peeled off the wet clothes and left them in a pile on the bathroom floor. The dry set she had given me earlier was still on the chair, a soft singlet and matching shorts. I put them on. The singlet was thin. It clung to my chest.I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor.How

CHAPTER 1(VICTORIA’S POV)After I left my abusive marriage three years ago, money was not the problem. My problem was the empty bed. I became so lonely. I can’t stay without having a man.I tried dating men my age first. Soft cocks. Short stamina. Boring conversation. So I started looking younger. University boys. Twenty, twenty-one. Dark talk. Strong bodies. They called me when they needed cash and I called them when I needed to get fucked properly. I was discreet. No one in my real life knew I paid for dick. Especially not my son. Marcus still thought I spent my nights with design catalogues and herbal tea.I was sitting on the couch in a fitted blouse and jeans when the front door opened. The blouse pulled tight across my heavy tits and the jeans hugged my full hips and thick ass. I had the kind of body that made people do double-takes. More than once strangers asked if Marcus was my brother.“Hey boys,” I said.Marcus came in first, grinning. He leaned down and kissed my cheek.“

CHAPTER 3(Ethan’s POV)Victoria stood in the kitchen doorway with her arms crossed, the faint smell of smoke still hanging in the air. The stove was off. The pan sat in the sink, blackened and wet.“Are you saying I’m lying?” she asked. “You boys of these days are the same.”I raised both hands. “Oh no. I’m sorry. But that’s exactly what Marcus would have asked.”Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t call you to come interrogate me like a fucking detective.”“I’m sorry. You should change out of those clothes. Maybe shower too.”She glanced down at the thin top and shorts she’d probably thrown on after the fire.“Yeah. Sure.”I hesitated. “You mind if I accompany you to your room?”She looked terrified for a second. Then she just nodded.I put a hand on her shoulder and walked her down the hall. The contact felt too deliberate. I shouldn’t have done it. Too risky. I’d been admiring my best friend’s mom for months and Marcus would lose his mind if he ever noticed the way I stared. Right now I wa

CHAPTER FIVE(ETHAN’S POV)I got to Marcus’s house earlier than lunch hour. I had just left the gym and thought to stop by since the house was on the same route.That was the excuse I gave myself. The real reason sat heavier in my chest. I wanted to see her. After last night I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she had looked at me, the way she had offered herself, her boobs,damn! I can’t wait to grab them and suck jer nipples until they’re red and swollen.The front door wasn’t fully closed.I heard soft laughter from inside.I stepped closer and looked through the gap.Victoria was on the couch with another man. One of his hands openly pressing and squeezing her full tits through her top while he kissed her. She was smiling against his mouth, completely comfortable, letting him touch her like he had every right.Something ugly and sharp tore through my chest.Jealousy.She was single. She could let whoever the fuck she wanted put their hands on her. I had no claim. I had been the

CHAPTER SEVEN(ETHAN’S POV)I killed time outside for nearly two hours, walking the quiet neighborhood streets with my hands shoved in my pockets and my mind replaying every second of what happened in that shower. The way Victoria’s swollen nipple had felt between my teeth. The soft, needy sound she made when I slapped her wet pussy. How her thick ass had pressed back against my hard cock like she was begging for it without saying a word.My dick hadn’t gone fully soft the entire time I was gone. Every few minutes it twitched against my joggers, leaking pre-cum just from the memory of her moaning my name earlier while she played with herself.I wanted to punish her a little longer for letting that other man put his hands on what was already mine, but fuck, I was done waiting. I needed to bury myself inside her tight pussy tonight.When I finally pushed open the front door, the house was dim. Only the warm glow from the living room lamp and the faint scent of her body wash lingered in