All Chapters of Sinful Whispers: A Collection of Forbidden Tales: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Morning light came through the guest room blinds in thin lines. Marcus sat on the edge of the bed fully dressed, elbows on his knees. The memory of her was still fresh enough to distract him. The image of her against the wall kept returning whenever his thoughts wandered. He rubbed his face and stood up. Downstairs the house was already awake. His brother’s voice came from the kitchen. Lena’s lighter footsteps moved around upstairs. Marcus waited until he heard her bedroom door open and close before he left the guest room. She was in the hallway when he stepped out. Tank top again, different shorts this time, still too short. She stopped when she saw him. “Morning,” she said. “Morning.” They stood there until his brother called from downstairs. “Marcus, coffee’s ready.” “Coming.” Lena’s eyes stayed on him a beat longer. She walked past toward the bathroom. Their shoulders almost touched. In the kitchen his brother handed him a mug. “Sleep okay?” “Fine.” “Gara

Marcus stayed inside her only a moment longer. Then he pulled out, rolled her onto her stomach, and dragged her hips up. Lena’s face pressed into the pillow. He lined himself up and pushed back in from behind in one steady thrust. The new angle made her gasp into the fabric. “Quiet,” he said. She bit the pillow. Marcus gripped her hips and started fucking her harder than before. Each stroke went deep. The wet sound of it filled the guest room. He reached under her body and found her clit, rubbing in tight circles while he kept thrusting. Lena’s muffled sounds grew sharper. Her thighs started to shake. Marcus didn’t slow down. He kept the pressure on her clit exact until she came again, cunt clenching hard around his cock. He fucked her through it, watching the way her back arched and her fingers twisted in the sheets. When the pulsing slowed he pulled out. Lena made a small sound of protest. Marcus turned her onto her back, straddled her chest, and guided his cock to her mouth.

Kai moved into the east wing that same morning. Elena stayed in her room until the staff finished carrying his bags past her door. She waited longer than necessary before going downstairs. Marcus was already in the study on a call. His voice carried through the half-open door, calm and even, the same tone he used for board meetings and dinner conversations. She poured coffee in the kitchen and kept her back to the doorway. “Morning.” Kai’s voice came from behind her. Elena turned. He leaned against the counter in a black t-shirt and dark jeans, hair still damp. Same face as her husband. Same height. Same mouth. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t what?” “Look at me like that.” Kai’s eyes moved over her without hurry. “Like what?” “You know.” He stepped closer and took a mug from the cabinet above her head. His chest nearly brushed her shoulder. Elena stayed still. “Marcus said I can stay as long as I need,” Kai said. “Guest wing’s mine for now.” “I don’t care what Marcus said.” “Y

Elena waited until the staff had gone to bed. The hallway to the east wing felt longer in the dark. She walked barefoot, heart steady but too loud in her ears. Kai’s door was unlocked. She stepped inside and closed it behind her without knocking. He was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed in only black shorts. The lamp on the nightstand threw a low circle of light across the room. “You came,” he said. “Don’t make it sound like a victory.” Kai stood. “Then why are you here?” Elena didn’t answer with words. She crossed the room, pushed him back onto the mattress, and climbed on top of him. Her sleep shirt was the only thing she wore. Kai’s hands settled on her bare thighs as she reached down, freed his cock, and stroked it once. “I want to see your face,” she said. She turned around, straddling him reverse, and sank down onto him slowly. The stretch pulled a sharp breath from both of them. Kai’s hands gripped her hips hard. Elena planted her palms on his thighs and st

Something about New Year’s Eve always seemed to make their problems harder to ignore. Sienna stood in the kitchen in a black dress that used to make Marcus stare. Tonight he barely looked up from his phone. The party downstairs thumped through the floorboards. Upstairs, the silence between them felt heavier than the noise downstairs. “You’re doing it again,” she said. Marcus locked the screen. “Doing what?” “Checking out of the conversation. Checking out of me.” He set the phone on the counter. “I’m tired, Sienna.” “You’re always tired when it comes to us.” Silence stretched. Someone downstairs shouted a countdown that wasn’t even close to midnight yet. Sienna crossed her arms. “We haven’t fucked in six weeks.” Marcus’s jaw tightened. “I know.” “Do you even want to anymore?” He looked at her differently then, like he had finally decided to say what he'd been holding back. “Yes,” he said. “Just not the way we’ve been doing it.” Sienna’s stomach dropped. “What’s that suppo