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“You’ve… done this before?” His laugh was low and filthy, his eyes darkening as they held hers. “Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.”

He said in a low tone. My eyes widened as they darted to the driver’s silhouette in the front. “Here?” I whispered. Adrian turned his gaze to me slowly, making my body go stiff. “Now.” My hands trembled as I slid my panties down my thighs, swallowing hard and praying the driver doesn’t notice. The lace was soaked with my fluids and he snatched it from me without hesitation. He balled it into his fists, inhaled deeply before shoving it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.

“Relax Lara, you're allowed to look. You're an adult right?“ He asks with a tilt his head, still wearing that predatory smile, like he is playing with me and strangely, I like it. “Lara?“ He calls my name, “yes…I'm an adult” I respond as I lick my lips nervously. “That's my favorite one” he says, nudging his chin towards the magazine behind me. Blushing deep red, I bring it out reluctantly, I've been caught. “I think you should read out loud to me“ he says and my brain goes offline instantly. “W-what?“ I whisper. “Come on, stepsis” he says, “it would be so much fun” he adds.

Now that I’m an adult, I don’t care about Santa, gifts, or Christmas. It’s just another day for me, nothing special. I pick up a few more groceries from a corner store and head back out. By now, the street is darker, the sky a deep purple behind the lit-up houses. Fireworks pop somewhere in the distance, little bursts of color reflecting off the snow. I quicken my pace, hurrying home. As I pass an apartment building, I see kids leaning out of a first-floor window, writing on small pieces of paper and stuffing them into socks.

Channy inhaled deeply after applying a bold red lipstick to her lips. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wore a knee-length red skater dress with her natural black and wavy hair loose. "This is the last time, Channy. This is the last time." She murmured to herself. Channy didn't know how long she merely stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about her plan for tonight, which brought tears to her eyes. She immediately closed her eyes and relaxed. She made a vow to herself that she would never cry again. She will no longer waste her tears on someone incapable of fighting and standing up for her.

Iman's eyes widened at this new information. Dabir loves to read? She was the one who used to encourage him to read more, and sometimes she suggested herfavouritee books, but he never read them. "And this is my room..." Madiha was about to take Iman to her room when Zamin entered and called them for dinner. After dinner, everyone sat in the living room with cups of tea. Kashif and Kamraan discussed politics and business, in which Zamin also participated, sharing his opinion.

Security camera footage started playing, every moment from the elevator, the penthouse windows, and even this bed. “These are for my private collection,” he said calmly, still buried deep inside me. “Try to leave… and they go public.”

I was throbbing, aching for something I knew I shouldn’t want. “Elena…” he started, using my name. His voice was rough. “This is weird, right? Sharing a bed like this.” I turned toward him, propping my head on my hand. My breasts shifted heavily with the movement, and I saw his eyes drop to them. “It is. But we’re adults. We’ve been through worse together.” My heart raced. Years of tension bubbled up—the way I’d caught him staring at my cleavage during family dinners, the times I’d lingered in the hallway after hearing him groan my name through his bedroom door late at night. I’d told myself it was nothing. Now, trapped here, it felt like everything.

: I owe you orgasms… I mean, endless gratitude. If this story left you hot, bothered, and possibly in need of a cold shower, do a girl a favor—leave a review, tell your dirty-minded friends, and spread the word like I spread… Well, you get the idea. I’m already cooking up the next sinful adventure, and trust me, it’s going to be even filthier. Until then, keep reading the good stuff, and never settle for vanilla. Yours in delicious trouble, Grace

Mommy dearest married my step dad when I was seventeen. They were a terrible match For one, Dr. Philly is a professor at the local university and he’s a real brainiac. He dressed in cardigans and wore glasses. He spent most of his evenings with his nose buried in a thick stack of research and if it weren’t for the fact that his body demanded it, I don’t even think he’d take a break to eat or sleep…or do anything else for that matter.