All Chapters of Filthy Desire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

One week later, on a Monday morning, the house was quiet in the way it only ever was before the day fully began.Anita stood in the bedroom she shared with George, already dressed, when his phone started ringing on the nightstand. The shower was still running. The call stopped, then started again. And again. The persistence made her glance at the screen. An unknown number. When it rang a fourth time she picked it up without thinking.“Hello?”A woman’s voice came through, breathless and familiar in a way that made Anita’s stomach drop.“Baby, come quickly. The doctor said our baby’s coming in a week. I need you here.”Anita went completely still.*Our baby.*She said nothing. The woman on the other end repeated his name once, confused by the silence. Anita ended the call and placed the phone back on the nightstand exactly where it had been. Her hands were steady. Everything inside her was not.The shower stopped. George came out a few minutes later with a towel around his waist, hair

The divorce papers were signed and filed by the end of the month.Anita kept nothing of George’s. She moved her clothes into the master suite the same night the final documents were processed. Damien didn’t ask her to. He simply opened the closet space for her and watched as she hung her things beside his.That evening the house was theirs alone.Damien found her in the kitchen, still in a soft oversized shirt and nothing underneath. He walked up behind her, caged her against the counter with his body, and pressed his already hard cock against the curve of her ass.“No more hiding,” he said against her ear. “No more quiet. Tonight I’m taking you in every room of this house.”Anita’s breath caught. “Every room?”“Every surface.” His hand slid under the shirt and between her legs, finding her already slick. “Starting here.”He stripped the shirt off her, lifted her onto the kitchen island, and spread her thighs wide. His cock was heavy and flushed, a thick bead of precum already leaking

Rhys Carter did not sleep that night.Every time he closed his eyes, she was there.Elise Park in that thin white PE shirt, fabric stretched tight across heavy breasts, the clear outline of perky nipples pressed against the damp cotton. The way the dark shorts clung to the full, round curve of her ass when she walked. Strong thighs. Soft waist. Skin flushed from the sun and exercise. He had seen her for years and never once looked properly. Now he couldn’t stop seeing her.He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling of his dark bedroom, jaw tight. His cock was already hard, uncomfortably so, straining against his boxers. He tried to ignore it. He tried thinking about the cheerleader he had fucked last weekend, about the party on Friday, about literally anything else.It didn’t work.The second he let his eyes close again, the image returned sharper than before. Elise on her knees. Elise bent over. Elise’s full tits spilling out of that shirt while he sucked on them. A low, frust

Rhys told himself the kiss would be enough.One rough, angry taste of her. One moment of finally putting his mouth on the girl who had been living in his head rent-free since PE. He had bitten her hard enough to draw blood, felt her struggle against his strength, and walked away with the metallic tang of her still on his tongue. That should have been the end of it. A one-time loss of control. Something he could file away and forget.It wasn’t.If anything, it made everything worse.By the next morning the memory had sharpened instead of fading. The soft give of her mouth. The way her wrists had felt trapped in his hand. The quiet, furious sound she made when his teeth broke the skin of her lower lip. He woke up hard, already halfway into a fantasy of pinning her against those same lockers and finishing what he started. He jerked off in the shower with his forehead pressed to the tile, coming fast and angry to the mental image of Elise Park with blood on her mouth and his hand around h

Rhys lasted less than twenty-four hours before he needed her again.The night after taking Elise behind the old gym, he barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes he felt the tight heat of her around him, heard the broken sounds she made against the brick, saw the way his cum had looked running down her thighs. He woke up hard, jerked off to the memory, and still went to school restless and short-tempered.By lunch the irritation under his skin had sharpened into something closer to hunger.He found her at the far end of the second-floor hallway, near the stairwell that almost no one used between periods. Elise saw him coming and immediately tried to change direction. Rhys cut her off, one hand hitting the wall beside her head hard enough to make her flinch.“You’re avoiding me.”“Can you blame me?” Her voice was low and tight. The faint mark on her lower lip from days ago was almost gone, but she still looked like someone who hadn’t slept well. “You got what you wanted. Leave me alo