All Chapters of Lust and Lies: An Erotic Collection : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stepped out of the building into the cool night air. My legs were still unsteady. Every step sent a reminder of what had just happened, and i had to pause at the curb, one hand braced against the cold stone wall, just to breathe.Get it together.I walked to my car slowly, keys trembling in my fingers. The parking garage was empty, just fluorescent lights humming overhead and the distant echo of my own heels. I slid into the driver's seat and sat there for a long moment, hands on the wheel, staring at nothing. I atleast still had the car my dad gave me on my birthday before i decided to settle with derickMy reflection in the rearview mirror looked different. Flushed. Lips swollen. Hair a mess i hadn't bothered to fix.I started the engine.The drive home was a blur of streetlights and silence. I didn't turn on the radio. I couldn't stand noise. My mind kept replaying the office—the weight of his hand on my lower back, the low tone of his voice against my ear, the way he'd c

“Ahhh—fuck—Julian—” The moan tore out of my throat the second his tongue dragged over my clit again. I was already spread open on his big desk, skirt shoved up high around my waist, my thick thighs locked around his head. My big tits were out, bouncing every time I jerked. The food tray I brought sat forgotten on the floor, coffee spilled everywhere.Julian Cross was on his knees between my legs, eating me like he hadn’t had a meal in days. His tongue pushed deep inside me, then flicked up hard. Two thick fingers stretched me open while he sucked.“Shit—yes—” I gasped, fingers twisting in his hair.He growled against my wet pussy and sucked harder. My back arched. The tight black skirt was bunched so high it barely covered anything. My panties were already ruined on the floor.I pulled his head back by the hair until his mouth left me with a wet sound. His lips were shiny with me. His eyes were dark and hungry.“You want this pussy?” I asked, voice shaky but mean. “Beg for it.”His ja

The floorboard creak from the night before had come to nothing — footsteps retreating, a door easing shut somewhere down the hall. Whoever it was hadn’t stayed to hear more. I told myself that was luck. I didn’t fully believe it.By morning, Julian was gone before sunrise, off to the office in his black car, and the house settled into its usual quiet. I moved through my chores on autopilot, listening for footsteps I half-expected all morning. I wasn’t wrong to expect them.I was folding linen in the hallway when Vivian appeared, arms crossed, wearing the kind of smile that never reached her eyes.“Mia. A word.”I kept folding. “I’m working, Mrs. Cross.”“It won’t take long.” She stepped closer, voice smooth as glass. “I think it’s time you found another position. Somewhere else. Anywhere else.”“Did I do something wrong?”“You’ve done nothing.” Her eyes swept over me, slow and deliberate. “That’s the problem.”“I don’t follow.”“I think you do.” She circled me once, unhurried, the way

Vivian didn’t sleep that night. She sat in the dark of the living room long after the last light in the house had gone out, staring at nothing, running the same numbers through her head over and over — the late nights, the too-quick smiles, the way “Mia” always seemed to be in whatever room Julian walked into. She told herself she was being paranoid. She’d told herself that for weeks now, and it had stopped working days ago.Near dawn, the front door clicked open. Julian, trying to be quiet, failing. She watched him from the shadows of the living room as he climbed the stairs, watched the careful way he avoided the creaking floorboard outside the study — a habit he’d never had before, a habit that told her everything about how well he’d learned to move through this house without being heard.She didn’t confront him. Not that night.She spent the next two days watching instead. Counting the excuses. Counting the moments his phone buzzed and he angled it away from her without thinking.

After everyone finished eating and the movie ended, they all went off to sleep one by one. The house got quiet. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, still thinking about what happened at dinner… the way his hand had slid under the table and slowly traced circles on my thigh while he talked to everyone else like nothing was wrong. My body was restless, aching.I told myself I was just going to get water. Or maybe check if he needed an extra blanket. Something innocent.I slipped out of bed barefoot and climbed the stairs as quietly as I could. His door was slightly open. I pushed it and stepped inside.Damian was sitting on the edge of the bed in only his boxers, like he’d been waiting. The second he saw me, he stood up, crossed the room, and shut the door behind me with a soft click. His hand found my waist and pulled me against him.“Couldn’t sleep either?” His voice was low and rough.Before I could give my excuse, his mouth was on mine, kissing me hard, tongue sliding deep while hi