All Chapters of Forbidden collection : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Marcus left on a Tuesday morning with a single carry-on and a promise to call every night. He kissed the side of my face at the door, already distracted by an email on his phone, and told me the month in Dubai would go quickly. The taxi pulled away. I stood on Adrian’s front steps longer than I needed to, watching the empty street, before I closed the door and locked it. The house was too large for one person. High ceilings, wide hallways, a kitchen that echoed when I set a glass down. Adrian had offered it without pressure—Marcus’s father, quiet and practical, saying only that I shouldn’t stay alone in our small apartment for four full weeks. I had agreed because the alternative felt worse. Now the silence settled around me in a way that made every room feel watched. The first day I kept to the guest room upstairs. I answered work emails, made a simple salad, and went for a long walk that did nothing to settle the restless energy under my skin. Marcus had not touched me properly

I avoided him the entire next day. I stayed in the guest room with my laptop, answered emails I did not care about, and only came downstairs when I heard the garage door close and knew he had left for the office. The living room looked ordinary in daylight. No evidence of the woman in the red dress. No evidence of what I had done afterward with my own hand while replaying the way he had looked at me. Marcus called that evening at the usual time. His voice was tired and familiar. “How’s the house? Dad treating you okay?” “Fine,” I said. “Everything’s fine.” I hung up and sat on the edge of the bed with the phone still in my hand, the lie sitting bitter on my tongue. Everything was not fine. I had watched my father-in-law fuck a stranger and then come harder than I had in months. The guilt was real. The hunger underneath it was louder. Adrian came home just after eight. I stayed upstairs until the smell of whatever he was cooking forced me down. He stood at the stove in a dark T-

Marcus’s return flight was scheduled for Friday evening. By Wednesday the house had taken on a different kind of quiet. Every shared glance carried the weight of the deadline. Every time Adrian touched me it felt like he was trying to leave something permanent under my skin. We stopped pretending the affair had any future beyond the next two days. We simply used what time remained. Thursday night he came home early. I was already in the kitchen. He set his keys down, walked straight to me, and kissed me like the clock was already running out. We didn’t make it upstairs. He bent me over the island, pushed my dress up, and fucked me hard and deep while the late-afternoon light poured through the windows. I came twice—once with his fingers on my clit, once with his cock buried to the hilt—before he finished inside me with a low, rough sound against the back of my neck. Afterward he stayed pressed against me, still inside, both of us breathing hard. “Tomorrow,” he said. “I kno

Two days later I was back at Tyler’s house. He had invited me over to grind the same game again. Same setup—headphones on, door half-closed, volume high enough that he wouldn’t hear much from downstairs. Vanessa was in the kitchen when I arrived. She looked at me over her shoulder, gave the smallest nod, and went back to whatever she was stirring on the stove. My cock was already half-hard by the time I sat on the couch. Twenty minutes later she walked into the living room wiping her hands on a towel. She wore a thin pink tank top this time, no bra again. The heavy weight of her tits moved with every step. She stopped in front of me, glanced once toward the stairs, then reached down and took my phone out of my hand. “He’s going to be up there for a while,” she said quietly. “Come on.” She led me down the short hallway to the laundry room and locked the door behind us. The dryer was running, low and steady. The room smelled like warm fabric softener. Vanessa turned to face me, pu

Tyler was still home when Vanessa texted me. I was in the living room pretending to watch the same muted show he had on. My phone vibrated. Meet me at the side of the house in five minutes. Don’t let him see you leave. I waited until he shifted and pulled the headphones tighter, then slipped out the back door like I was going for a walk. Vanessa’s car was already idling at the curb with the lights off. She unlocked the door when she saw me. I climbed in. Neither of us spoke until she pulled onto the main road. “Tyler thinks I’m running to the store,” she said. “We have maybe an hour.” She drove to a small mid-range hotel ten minutes away—the kind with a side entrance and no questions. She paid in cash, took the key card, and led me up to a quiet room on the second floor. The second the door locked behind us she turned, pulled her shirt off, and let her heavy tits spill free under the cheap hotel light. “No more being quiet,” she said. “Do whatever you want to them.” I didn’t n