Inside Affair Book Novels & Stories

As the cold crept up from beneath my skirt, I remembered I wasn't wearing any panties. Who knew such a small piece of fabric would make this big of a difference?! I paced after Cosimo with short steps, keeping the cold air away from my tush as best I could. He stopped at an iron-enhanced wooden door and pushed it open. It only made a brushing sound to my surprise. "After you, signorina," he said with a smile on his face. The true surprise waited inside the room, for the whole left side was covered with monitors and cables. At least twenty, if not more. Six men stood at a straight desk, that ran down from one end of the room to the other.

Being confined with him in a closed space brought back memories. There were memories associated with almost everything. Fortunately, they reached their rooms quickly. "This is your room" Ishaan announced while opening one of the doors of a long corridor. She opened her eyes in wonder. For a single room, it was really big. It was all beige and wood. A big comfy bed rested in the middle. "Wow! It's wonderful." She said. "Wait for the best part. He grinned and opened the curtains of the opposite wall. The entire wall was made of glass. It had a door that opened into a garden or terrace she wasn't sure. A spectacular view of the mountain covered with rainforest awaited her.

The day I discovered Sean's affair, I cornered him and my stepsister Tina in the company warehouse. A fire broke out afterward. Tina died saving me from the flames, and Sean was injured when a pillar collapsed on him. His shoulder was wrapped in bandages. "Joanna, are you happy now?" His ragged scream that day echoed in my ears for a long, long time. Two months later, the company went bankrupt because of the fire. To pay off the debts, Sean and I moved to a run-down neighborhood. I worked three jobs a day, all to ease the guilt eating me alive. A few years passed, and our relationship seemed to find its way back to what it once was—right up until Valentine's Day. That was when I spotted the

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

You need to calm down, Nira said. It wouldn't be easy, so I took a good look at the box, and apart from the dagger, there was a necklace and a bag, so I checked it thoroughly, and when I looked inside, there was an old notebook with yellowed pages, and I realized it wasn't just anything. It was a diary. From the damn leader of the Pure Blood Sect.

He and his stepsister were intelligent, consenting adults and they refused to communicate directly about this sexual interaction, and yet here was this very clear invitation. Matt didn't hesitate long. He stepped into the room carefully. Like at any moment, he could trip a land mine and it could explode. Climbing onto the bed, he crawled between her legs and pressed on the inside of her left thigh so it opened for him. Her skin was soft and delicate. Like a plush fur you couldn't help but rub your hand across. Leaning forward, the heat of her pussy lips warmed his face just as he imagined they would. Looking up, she was still wearing her sexy thick rimmed reading glasses.

Inside is a letter from a woman named Maya. She writes: "I was in a hospital waiting room three weeks ago. My boyfriend had put me there. I was waiting for test results on my arm, which he had broken. I had a book with me that someone had lent to me. Your book. I read the entire thing in one sitting in that hospital waiting room. I cried through chapter seven. I recognized myself in every word you wrote about being afraid and being in love and being trapped in the same person simultaneously.

I replied with a heavy breath gently pulling away from his grip. … I walked into the king's personal study room. The room has a welcoming scent of old scrolls and heavily burned beeswax oil. The chaos of outside walls halted as the doors were shut by a servant that led me in. The floor was graced with an enormous furry carpet that spread across the room. My feet danced in the softness and relaxation the carpet had to offer. I looked at the wall and was astonished by the painting frames of war and nature. I was so distracted by the aesthetics that I didn't notice his majesty's presence.

Three Years Ago She is twenty-two and it is July and the world is warm and full of possibility and she does not yet know that a man she is about to meet will rearrange the entire interior of her life. The architecture retreat is held in a converted manor house two hours outside the city, the kind of place that looks effortless and isn't, all dressed stone and manicured grounds and interiors that have been considered so carefully they appear unconsidered. Zara had noticed three things wrong with it before she cleared the front entrance. The east facade glass. The proportion of the entrance hall. A structural column someone had tried to disguise with decorative cladding and succeeded only in m

Emmeline's nails dug so hard into her palms the skin nearly broke. The implication was clear, designed to make her feel like just another temporary body in an endless parade of conquests. But the sheer audacity of the woman standing before her ignited a vicious spark of defiance. "You know… I've read a lot of books about priestesses." Emmeline tilted her head, raking a slow, deliberately unimpressed gaze over Elainna's flawless figure. "They're usually described as holy. Pure. Above the sins of the flesh." Elainna's serene smile remained, though her eyes sharpened.