All Chapters of CRAVINGS;15 forbidden Desires : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The sitting room lamp cast a weak golden pool across the coffee table, barely enough light for the form I was trying to fill out. Scholarship application. Another attempt to claw my way out of this house and the confusing mess my life had become since Mason entered it. Twenty-two years old, and I still felt like I was drowning in my own skin.The house hadn’t been quiet since he moved in. Tonight was no exception.Even with my headphones on, I could hear them. The rhythmic squeak of the bedframe. My mother’s breathy gasps that rose and fell like a tide. Then her voice, low and dripping with lust: “Mmmh… harder, Mason.”I yanked the headphones off, cheeks burning. My pen dug into the paper hard enough to tear it. Focus, Zoe.But focus was impossible when every moan reminded me exactly what was happening upstairs. Madison my elegant, always-composed mother was losing herself again. And Mason… God, Mason.I stood up too fast, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. Anger and somethin

Two hours had slipped by since mom left, but sleep refused to claim me. I lay sprawled across my bed, legs dangling off the frame, my thin black nightwear riding up my thighs. The armless fabric clung to my skin, cool and revealing in the quiet darkness. My hair fanned out across the pillow like spilled ink. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mason’s gaze.The door creaked open.“Zoe?” Madison’s voice was soft, She leaned against the frame, her silhouette outlined by the hallway light. “Still awake, baby?”I nodded, not trusting my voice. She stepped inside, her robe swaying gently.“Come on,” she said, crossing to the bed. “Let’s go to our room. You shouldn’t be alone like this.”I hesitated, pulling the hem of my nightwear down. “No, Mom. I’m okay. What about Mason? Isn’t he sleeping there?”“Yes, he is.” She smiled, a small, knowing curve of her lips. “You could sleep between us. Like old times.”“Mom, I’ve grown past that,” I protested, though my pulse quickened at the thought.Sh

The days that followed blurred into a haze of stolen glances and heavy silences. I threw myself into the scholarship application like it was a lifeline, spending hours at the kitchen table with my laptop, headphones on, pretending the world outside my screen didn’t exist. But it did. Mason existed. And every time he entered a room, the air changed.He had become my forbidden fixation.That afternoon, Madison left for a late lunch with old friends. The house grew quiet too quiet. I was curled on the couch in the living room, knees drawn up, wearing an oversized sweater that barely covered my thighs. My hair was messy, my mind even messier. The words on my screen swam together as memories of his fingers, his voice, his body pressed against mine in the dark replayed on loop.The front door clicked shut. Mason was home early.I didn’t look up at first. I heard his footsteps, measured and deliberate, crossing the hardwood. Then the couch dipped beside me. Close.“Still working on that app

  The sounds from the master bedroom were unmistakable again. The rhythmic creak of the bed, Madison’s breathy moans rising higher, Mason’s deep, commanding grunts as he took her. I lay in my room with my hands clenched into fists, trying to block it out, but the ache between my legs only grew worse. Jealousy and raw need twisted inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I slipped into the bathroom, heart hammering. The tub was cool against my back as I lowered myself in, legs spread wide over the edges. I turned the faucet on low, letting warm water cascade over my most sensitive parts. My fingers found my swollen clit immediately, circling desperately. I imagined it was Mason’s thick fingers instead, the same ones that had claimed me in the dark. The water pulsed against me as I rubbed faster, biting my lip to stay quiet. Pleasure built fast and sharp, guilt only sharpening it. I came hard, thighs shaking, bi