Upton Sinclair Novels Novels & Stories

Hell, I sinned against my husband! I sinned against the man who put me on a pedestal. The man who did nothing but loved and took care of me like I was the most fragile thing on earth. I could never believe that there would come a day that I would destroy our sacred bond. We were still in our early months of marriage. Yet there I was, hooking up with a married person. The very thought of this made me feel I was swimming in a pool of dark and slick filth. And I couldn’t dare to look at myself in the mirror. I quickened my pace until I was already running. My light footsteps echoed against the eerie silence of the hall. But before I could open the door that separated Door 13 from the rest of t

BEFORE YOU READ You have ten seconds to run. Tropes: Forced proximity, size difference, breeding kink, and primal chase play. This story features a fugitive criminal fueled by adrenaline and testosterone invading your safe space. Expect dirty talk, roughness, and intense possessiveness. (***) Belle I never should have opened the door to fear. Or maybe, deep down, I was always waiting for it.

By Thursday night, she was desperate, her body humming with denied release, her nipples perpetually hard, her mind filthy with fantasies of him. Their parents announced they were heading to bed early, some charity breakfast in the morning. The moment the master bedroom door clicked shut upstairs, Julian’s text lit her phone. Julian: Pool house. Now. Bring nothing but that hungry little cunt. Sophia’s hands shook as she slipped out of her room. She wore only an oversized t-shirt—no bra, no panties, the hem barely skimming her ass. The house was dark and quiet as she padded her barefoot through the kitchen and out the back door.