His Forbidden Desire

Poolside Temptation

Olivia’s POV

I sat by the bed like a f*****g i***t. My legs pressed together in uncomfortable heat. My skin was flushed. My cheeks pink. My n*****s were hard enough to show through the tank top. My toes pressed against each other as I tried to steady my mind.

"What the f**k is wrong with me?" I whispered.

Just a smile, and my panties were already ruined. He hadn’t even touched me. Just a smirk, and I nearly came. I was ruined. Gone. Hopeless.

I couldn’t stop imagining the way he stood there, his upper body bare, wearing only shorts. The way his muscles clenched when he swung the sword—those same muscles I wanted to hold me tight and choke me while he ruined me. The sweat on his hard chest was like throwing more oil on a fire. Ironed, perfect, sculpted like art. How I desperately wanted to run my hands over it as I rode on top of him.

I could already feel my slick dripping through my thighs just by imagining him alone.

"f**k," I cursed, rubbing my cunt, all drenched in my juice, as I brought my hand to my mouth, tasting myself. How filthy. Dirty. Sinful.

"Olivia!" Mia’s voice snapped through the silence. I jerked, blinking at her as she stepped into the room, towel clinging to her hips, droplets of water sliding down her bare t**s like pearls on silk. Her n*****s were perky and hard. Her t**s… f*****g perfect. Plump. Upturned. Freckled with droplets. She looked sexy and hot, like a porn star on a movie set.

She dropped the towel, revealing her banging body in a pink crop top that only covered half her boobs and a matching G-string.

"What are you even doing?” she giggled. “You’ve been staring at yourself like a serial killer for minutes.”

“I wasn’t…” I cleared my throat, forcing my thighs apart a little, trying to cool the heat pulsing between them. “Just… zoning out.”

"We are going to the pool to have fun. No excuses, and no argument. This holiday is gonna be f*****g hot and adventurous, and I have a hell of a lot planned for us both," she grinned wickedly.

The pool was already packed when we stepped outside. Girls draped over lounge chairs in barely-there bikinis. Boys cannonballing off the rocks. Laughter echoed under the sun like sin having a party. The air smelled like coconut oil, lust, sin, and recklessness.

But when I walked out in my black one-piece? Everything shifted. Eyes dragged. Whispers started. Thirst bloomed. The suit was f*****g hot, painted to my body like a second skin.

Boys were near the deep end. Big. Tall. Alpha-blooded. Practically naked. Their shorts clung to thick, veiny c***s that swelled the fabric. I couldn’t stop looking.

Matthew… tattooed. Scar across his brow. d**k so fat it looked painful.

Rodriguez… quiet, broody, but packing a c**k that curved like a weapon, heavy enough to swing in his shorts every time he moved.

Alex… cocky as f**k. His bulge was massive. Thick at the base, fat at the tip. The kind that made your jaw ache just thinking about it.

The boys were hot and packed, but they still came short of my dark desire—Alpha Kingsley. That mature vibe, dominance, and control honed from years in power made these young Alphas feel inexperienced.

I entered the pool and swam slowly, feeling the water glide over my body like a stranger’s tongue. When I surfaced, Mia handed me a shot.

“To a filthy f*****g Christmas holiday,” she grinned. We clinked. We drank. The burn was nothing compared to what I felt inside.

“I missed you so much,” she whispered, wet, drunk, and glittering in the sun. “This holiday’s gonna ruin us.” She pressed her lips to my cheek. Her t**s brushed my chest. Her fingers lingered.

Then someone pushed her under. Chaos broke out. Splashes. Screams. Laughter.

And in the middle of it? Matthew. He climbed out of the pool like sin rising from the deep. Water poured off his chest. His shorts clung to his thighs. His c**k bulged like it was trying to break free. My mouth went dry.

Rodriguez grabbed Vera’s waist underwater and pulled her into his lap. She gasped… loud. Slapped his chest. Moaned when he bit her shoulder. No one cared. No one looked away. Vera ground her hips against him, moaning louder, wet sounds echoing as the water sloshed. He pulled her bikini to the side under the surface. I could see the motion. His hand. Her twitch. She was riding his fingers. Right there in the pool.

I turned to Alex. He winked at me, then swam up behind Sandra and wrapped his arms around her chest. One hand palmed her tit. The other slipped beneath the water. She arched back with a filthy little moan.

Mia was laughing. Her n*****s poking out. Her legs brushing mine. And I was soaked. But not from the pool.

I moved to the edge, climbed up, and sat on the hot tile with my legs dangling in. That’s when I felt it. Him. The stare. My spine straightened. My n*****s tightened. I didn’t need to look. But I did.

High above. Second-floor balcony. Alpha Kingsley. Leaning on the railing. Shirtless again. Powerful. Dangerous. Unmoving. Just watching. His eyes locked on me like a sniper’s scope. Like he could see my cunt clenching through the water. Like he could smell what was leaking out of me.

I should’ve covered myself. I didn’t. I arched my back a little. Spread my knees just a hair. Let him look. I wanted him hard. I wanted him furious. I wanted him down here with his hand on my throat and my body bent over the nearest chair.

The pool exploded with moans. Sandra was getting fingered hard now. Alex's hand worked beneath the water while her head rolled back, mouth open, t**s bouncing. Vera was full-on grinding on Rodriguez’s c**k. I could see it through the water—the movement, the tension, the way her t**s slapped against his chest. Her moans were real.

Mia laughed again, then swam toward me, breasts bouncing, tongue flicking out to taste salt or s*x or both.

“You okay?” she asked, grabbing the edge beside me. I nodded, barely breathing. Her hand found my thigh under the water. “You’re trembling,” she whispered. I looked at her. Then looked up.

Alpha Kingsley was still there. Watching. Mia didn’t follow my gaze. She didn’t know. She just leaned close. Her voice was a purr.

“You want to be f****d so bad, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. She dragged her fingers higher. Past my thigh. Under my suit. Straight to my p***y. I jerked. She didn’t stop.

“I knew it,” she giggled. “You’re soaked. And it’s not the pool.”

“Tasha…”

“Shh,” she whispered, her fingers stroking my c**t in-between my clothes. I moaned as pleasure hit me.

“Just for a second. Just let go.”

And I did. I came with a whimper. A soft, broken sound that melted in the sun. She kissed my cheek and giggled again.

“Told you this holiday would ruin us.”

And when I looked up? Alpha Kingsley was gone. But I knew… next time? He wouldn’t be watching. He’d be doing. And he’d make me come so hard I’d forget my name.