Secret Lover Novels & Stories

He hesitated, then slipped out the door, closing it silently behind him. I flopped back onto the pillows, staring at the ceiling again. My body felt used in the best way, but my chest ached. Two months of stolen nights, risky quickies in the library, blowjobs in the garage while he worked on his car. It was hot as hell, but I was tired of being his secret. The mansion was quiet now, just the rain and my racing thoughts. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the secret album of photos I had of us, Liam smiling lazily after we’d fucked, his arm around me in bed, us kissing in the dark.

It was made of black leather, bound tightly with wire. This was the secret that Silas Winslow had killed men to keep hidden. It was the secret Raine thought no one on earth knew. I ran my long fingers over the embossed silver lettering stamped across the front of the heavy folder. The words gleamed in the harsh vault light, revealing the title of the Polar Claws Heir. My lips curled into a triumphant smirk as I held her entire destiny in my hands.

"Adam, don't marry her. I found the rings. I told you once I'd save up and replace them with the most expensive pair I could find. I wasn't lying!" She fumbled in another pocket and lifted a velvet box. "See? I wasn't lying!" She looked at me with the eyes of somebody who needed an answer. I did not even look at the box. I took the original rings out of her hand and tossed them. They rolled into a planter at the side of the lobby. She let out a sound. "No!" I almost laughed. "Ms. Lake, are you still trying to fool me? Are you not done with the playing-poor act yet?"

Vivienne Tao knew the shape of it all. She didn’t have the documents or the names I had spent three years chasing, but she understood the lies holding the family together. She knew Nathaniel had been tied to Lena’s company. She knew Dominic had been burying something for fifteen years. She had lived with the secrets long enough to see the fractures. We spoke for forty minutes. She gave me pieces, nothing more, and I understood she wasn’t on my side. She had her own reasons, her own calculations. But what she told me was solid.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

The portraits leaned forward from their frames, painted eyes sharp and knowing. “She has chosen,” one elderly lord whispered with scandalized delight. “The taboo is alive,” another replied, voice dripping with judgment. “Secrets cannot remain hidden forever… especially when they leave such a mess between her thighs.” Elara’s cheeks burned crimson. She quickened her pace, but the whispers followed her, relentless and cruel. Fresh slick mixed with Kaelen’s dried cum trickled down her inner thigh, a shameful secret she could still feel with every step. She wanted to scream at the portraits to be silent, to insist it had been a dream, a mistake. But her sore, well-fucked pussy knew the truth.

That this was wrong. But I was so goddamn tired,of lying, of performing, of pretending I didn’t ache every time he looked at me. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. His breath was warm against my ear. “Tell me you don’t want this.” I couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come. He touched the back of my neck, fingers slow, careful, like he already knew. “Alexis.” The way he said my name,soft, hungry, reverent,cracked something open.

" Gabriella asked herself. She couldn't stop herself from throwing quick glances at him every time. Later on, a girl dressed in a fiery red dress split above the knee stood beside him. The lady whispered something to him and walked away.Tony stood up a moment later and strolled towards the direction the lady had followed. Gabriella felt compelled to follow him. Tony led her to a deserted place at the back of the building. He abruptly turned towards her direction, hiding in a corner but her shoes were still visible. "Come out. I know you're there" Tony half yelled at her.

So Ryan pulled away so I could keep my bag and books in my locker except for what I needed for my first class. “Ryan It’s been two months, you know? I’m horny, and I want you in me.” I whine. The bell for the start of class decided to go off right at that moment. “How about we meet at our secret place after your first class, which I presume is your only class for today?” He asks. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll meet you after class then. And please be on time.” I agree, giving him one final hug before turning to leave. “My cock will already be up waiting for you even before you get there,” he said while smacking and squeezing my ass.

I snapped sarcastically, gripping the wine glass tighter and waited for he to drop the bombshell. She leaned in close, the fake warmth vanishing from her voice. “ I know you don't ride cocks like my brother's so I'll spare you a little secret, Infact all of his secrets.” She whispered with a wave of her hand behind her lips and came closer. “Every twisted little thing he's hiding—they’re locked in a safe. In his room, The passcode’s his birthday, reversed.” My eyes narrowed. “Why are you telling me this?” She shrugged like it was the weather forecast. “Because you’re his weakness now, whether you like it or not and because he killed our mother. You can use that passcode to destroy him in a b