All Chapters of SECRET RULES: PUSH THE LIMITS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

BRENDA’S POVThe motel room smelled like cheap soap and stale sweat. Lenard groaned behind me as he pushed harder, his hands gripping my hips until my skin stung. I bit my lower lip and pushed back against him, letting out a sharp breath."Oh, fuck... yes, Lenard, fuck me right there, don't stop," I moaned loudly, throwing my head back as the friction built a hot fire between my thighs.He whispered filthy words right into my ear, telling me how good my tight pussy felt wrapped around him, and I told him to keep pounding me. Every deep thrust made me gasp, the wet sound of our bodies slapping together filling the small room. A few seconds later, he shuddered violently and came all over my lower back, his breathing ragged and loud as he groaned out a final, breathless curse.We didn't waste any time. We grabbed our clothes, jumped into the small shower to wash off, and got dressed. Lenard pulled his shirt on while leaning against the sink."That was something else, Brenda," he said,

BRENDA’S POVI stood there completely stunned by his insane request, and then a wave of hot anger flared up inside my chest. I jerked back, glaring at him as my hands clenched into tight fists."Have you lost your damn mind?" I snapped at him, my voice echoing off the cold concrete walls. "What kind of cheap cop do you take me for? You think I'm going to sell myself just for a stupid apology video?"Lucas didn't look offended at all. Instead, a slow, dark smirk spread across his rugged face, and he stepped even closer until I could feel the heat radiating off his broad chest. He didn't blink, locking his mismatched eyes onto mine as he started talking in a low, rough whisper."You aren't cheap, Brenda, and we both know it," he murmured, his voice sending a strange shiver straight down my spine. "You're starving. I can see it in the way you breathe, and in the way you look at me. If you stay here with me, I'm going to start by pinning your ass against this cold wall, ripping that tig

BRENDA’S POVI stood in front of the small bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on my face and scrubbing my skin clean. My hands were still trembling as I straightened my work clothes and tried to fix my messy hair.When I finally stepped back into the office, Lucas was sitting at his desk, looking completely relaxed and unbothered. He looked up at me with a smirk playing on his lips."So," Lucas said, leaning back in his chair. "Do you usually have wild sex like that on top of office desks, Brenda?"I snapped at him instantly, my cheeks burning with anger. "Shut your mouth, Lucas. Do not talk to me like that.""I was just asking a simple question," he said smoothly, raising an eyebrow. "You did not seem to mind a few minutes ago.""I took my daily birth control pill this morning, if that is what you are worrying about," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him. "And I have already looked through your personnel records, so I know your medical history anyway.""Smart

BRENDA’S POVSomething wasn't right. I couldn't place it, but it sat in my chest like a stone. The corridor felt tighter than before and the lights were too loud. The sleazy guard who was supposed to be on duty was gone. His chair was empty, still spinning.Val waited by the door, arms crossed. "Where is he?" I asked."Gone. It doesn't matter." She grabbed my elbow and pulled me forward. "We need to move. Now." We rushed in and the door slammed shut behind us. My heels clicked fast against the concrete to match her stride."Val. What happened?" She stopped in the middle of the corridor. Her face was pale."The higher ups don't want the video anymore. They watched it and they've decided." She swallowed. "They want the execution tomorrow."The stone dropped into my stomach. "Tomorrow? Not next week?""Tomorrow.""But there's still work to do. The report, the…""It doesn't matter." She cut me off. "It's decided, and you have to handle it.""Handle what exactly?""The execution. You're th

WYATT’S POVThe loud shouting in the living room was making my ears ring. I stood near the top of the stairs, clutching the wooden railing tightly while I listened to my parents argue for the third time today.Both of my parents were water faes, and our current home near the coast was perfect for our nature. But my father had just received a massive job promotion that required our family to move to the forest faes continent."I cannot believe you accepted this transfer without asking me first," my mother shouted, her voice trembling with anger. "We belong near the ocean, Thomas. Moving to a dense forest continent is going to drain our energy.""It is a massive promotion, Evelyn," my father argued back, his tone defensive. "The income will change our family's future completely. We can adapt to the forest environment. It isn't going to kill us.""I don't care about the money," my mother snapped. "We have lived by the water our whole lives. Wyatt is in his final years of school, and you