Elise’s Every time Damien speaks, I feel myself shrinking, waiting for the edge in his voice to turn cruel. But it never does. He is blunt, yes, but not in the way I have come to fear. He pushes, but not too hard, as if he knows I might break. That unsettles me more than his sharp grin or the way every girl on campus watches him walk by. I keep telling myself he is dangerous, that his type will ruin me, but my body betrays me. My pulse stumbles when his hand brushes mine. My stomach twists when his attention lingers too long. And deep down, I am terrified of what will happen if I stop running from him. Because for the first time in years, part of me wonders what it would feel like to trust a man again. ************* His hot breath makes me sigh. “And I would like your cock.” “Already?” “Yes.” “Careful, Paulina…” Adrian warns. “You are so tight.” He slides one thick finger inside me, and I shut my eyes as he adds another. I clench around them, and he breathes a low laugh. “My cock is much, much bigger than this. Do you think you can handle it?” My answer is a breathless gasp. “Yes…” The truth is, I might actually die if I do not feel him inside me. I am pulsating with need. “Fuck me, Adrian.” A dark, low chuckle rumbles from his chest. His fingers slide deeper, finding a perfect, sensitive spot. He works me there, his touch slow and expert. It is not long before my breaths are coming in short, ragged pants. “Ungh…” I moan. “That feels so good…”

One night changed everything I thought I knew about love and having a child of my own. All my life, I was second best, overshadowed by my sister, the flawless daughter and beloved fiancée. I was the invisible one, the quiet shadow no one really saw. Then my sister came home, with the man who once promised me a future. I never expected he was hers now. I never wanted to sleep with my sister’s ex. But the truth has a way of coming out, especially when you carry it inside you. My sister’s husband was mine first. But now he has chosen her. And now I might be carrying my sister’s ex’s child, a secret that could destroy us all.

“On your knees.” The rough command sent a shiver through me. Part of me wanted to resist, but my body moved before my mind could catch up. The carpet cooled my skin as I lowered myself, my breath already quickening as his towel slipped away. His voice carried no hesitation, rough and demanding, and my body responded before my mind could catch up. My lips parted on their own. His dick was thick, heavy, and the sight alone made my pulse race. Heat pooled low inside me until it felt impossible to breathe. “Take it,” he ordered. “Use your hands.” Both my hands wrapped around dick, unable to meet in the middle. He burned against my palms, rigid and alive. My chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, the damp fabric of my dress clinging to me, my nipples aching against the thin material. I licked my lips without thought, consumed by need. “Open your mouth,” he pressed, impatience cutting through his tone. Shadows filled the dim room as I obeyed, parting my lips. My tongue brushed his tip, and the raw sound he made sent a flood of desire through me. My body trembled, aching for more… ******* What will you do when you accidentally suck the dick of your father’s best friend? If only he wasn’t my best friend’s dad. I cannot erase the memory, no matter how hard I try. Every glance, every touch, every stolen moment keeps pulling me back. But he is my best friend’s dad, and the temptation is forbidden. How far will I go before the consequences catch up with me?