Todos os capítulos de TABOO: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

There are certain men a married woman knows she shouldn’t want. Her best friend’s husband. Her ex. Her boss. And definitely her husband’s younger brother. Unfortunately for me, knowing that didn’t stop a damn thing. I knew wanting Martin was wrong from the beginning. I knew exactly how fucked up it was to look at my brother-in-law and wonder what it would feel like to have him instead of my husband. But attraction doesn’t exactly ask permission before showing up. And Martin? Martin made ignoring it impossible. I’d been married to my husband for almost a year when everything really started. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my husband. I did. But marriage wasn’t quite what I’d imagined it would be. My husband was a workaholic. The kind of man who was always leaving for another business trip, staying late at the office, answering emails during dinner, or disappearing into work on weekends when I wanted him home with me. Whenever I complained, he always gave me the same explanat

By evening, I had my answer. Martin intended to make good on the promise I'd made by the pool. I realized it the second we sat down for dinner. Instead of taking the same seat he'd occupied the night before, Martin pulled out the chair beside mine. My husband sat across from us. He didn't notice the change. Of course he didn't. Before we'd even properly started eating, his phone was already in his hand, his attention buried in another work email while the food on his plate went practically untouched. I stared at him for a moment. Don't get pissed, Carol. Not tonight. Normally, watching him choose work over another dinner with me would have been enough to sour my entire mood. Tonight, however, I had something else distracting me. Someone else. Martin calmly ate beside me as though nothing had happened between us earlier. No lingering looks. No suggestive comments. Nothing to indicate that only a few hours ago, he'd stood on that balcony watching me touch myself. Maybe

“Oh my God, Elijah. Just like that. Fuck me so hard…” I squeezed my eyes shut. God, I hated her voice. I hated hearing those breathy little moans coming through the wall. Hated knowing exactly what was happening in the bedroom beside mine. But apparently, I didn't hate it enough to stop listening. My hand was already buried inside my shorts. I tried not to picture Nancy. Instead, I replaced her with me. Me underneath Elijah. Me making those sounds. Me being the reason his bed kept hitting the wall separating our bedrooms. Fucked up? Absolutely. Did that stop my fingers from moving? Not even a little. I was wet. I had been wet since the first sound came through the wall. I pushed two fingers in and tried to go slow and I couldn’t. I rubbed my clit with the heel of my palm and bit down on my lip so I wouldn’t make a sound. The bed next door kept hitting the wall. Steady. Wet. I could hear him moving inside her. I could hear her taking it. I hated her.

I walked toward the couch, painfully aware of him watching me with every step. “Since we’re both single…” Elijah began behind me. I stopped at the couch and pulled my skirt up to my waist before slowly bending over it. “And we’ve apparently been dying to fuck each other…” I turned my head, looking at him over my shoulder. Elijah was staring at me. His gaze traveled slowly over my body before meeting mine again. “Why don’t we satisfy each other whenever we both want to?” A smile tugged at my lips. “Like what? A friends-with-benefits kind of thing?” His mouth curved into a smirk. “Not bad.” The ridiculousness of calling whatever this was siblings with benefits almost made me laugh. But then Elijah pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. Whatever smart response I’d been about to give him disappeared. My gaze dropped to his chest. Fuck. I’d seen him shirtless hundreds of times. It had never felt like this. Not when I knew exactly

“See you girls later.” I hugged my best friends goodbye before watching them disappear across the parking lot. Spring semester was officially over. Unfortunately, I was still standing outside campus with my suitcase and overnight bag because my older sister had apparently forgotten she was supposed to pick me up. I checked the time again. Thirty-five minutes late. Seriously? Since the break was short, I’d decided to spend it with Lila rather than travel all the way home. Lila was my older sister. And Lila was married to Richard. Richard. Millionaire. Heir to his father’s company. Annoyingly handsome. And very, very married. I’d spent the last three years reminding myself of that last part. He wasn’t my type. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. Too serious. Too arrogant. Too controlling. And, most importantly, he’s my sister’s husband. I shouldn’t have found him attractive. I definitely shouldn’t have wondered what he looked like beneath those expensiv