Novels by Faith ama

Chapter 8 Helen's POVThe alarm on my phone pulled me awake at 4:45 a.m. I reached across the bed instinctively, seeking Julian’s familiar warmth, but my hand met only cold, empty sheets. I frowned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The spot where my husband should have been was untouched. No dent in the pillow, no discarded pajama pants on the floor.“Julian?” I called softly into the dark master bedroom. No answer. He must have gone for one of his early morning jogs along the cliff path. He did that sometimes when he couldn’t sleep, said the ocean air cleared his head for the day’s investments. I smiled a little, pushing down the tiny flicker of unease. It was fine. Normal.I slipped out of bed, showered quickly, and dressed for the conference in a simple blouse and slacks. My suitcase was already packed by the door. I just needed my laptop charger and I’d be ready to leave for the airport. The house was eerily quiet as I moved downstairs, the only sounds the dista

Chapter 6Lena's POVMy body was still trembling, every muscle loose and buzzing from the intense double creampie, when Mom’s voice floated up the stairs again. “Leena? I can’t find my charger. Can I come check your room real quick?”Panic exploded in my chest. Julian’s large hand clamped firmly over my mouth, his eyes locking onto mine with a dangerous mix of command and excitement. His cock was still buried deep inside me, twitching with residual pulses. Oliver froze on my other side, his breath hot against my neck, cum already starting to leak from me onto the sheets with every tiny shift.“Hide. Now,” Julian hissed, voice barely a whisper. He pulled out of me slowly, the wet, obscene pop of his thick shaft leaving my stretched pussy echoing softly in the room. A thick glob of their mixed releases dripped down my inner thigh.Oliver moved like lightning despite his size, grabbing his clothes and slipping into the walk-in closet first. Julian followed right behind, pulling the doo

Chapter 6Lena's POVJulian was still buried to the hilt inside me, his thick cock twitching with the final heavy pulses of his orgasm, flooding my pussy with another load of hot cum. I was panting, body slick with sweat, when Oliver’s voice suddenly cut through the door like ice water on heated skin.“Leena? You still up in there? I heard some… noises.”My heart slammed against my ribs. Julian’s eyes met mine in the dim light, dark with a dangerous mix of possession and amusement. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he gave one slow, deliberate grind of his hips, stirring his fresh cum deep inside my sensitive walls. The filthy, wet squelch echoed softly between us, making my breath hitch.“Answer him, princess,” Julian whispered hotly against my ear, his voice a low, commanding rumble. “Make it convincing, or I’ll fuck the truth right out of you.”I swallowed hard, trying to steady my shaky voice. “Y-yeah, Ollie… I’m awake. I just had a bad dream. Couldn’t sleep.”The door handle turned

Chapter 6Julian's POVThe house was silent when I returned from the hospital.⁶My wife was asleep in the passenger seat when I pulled into the driveway, exhausted, pale, but stable. I carried her inside. Helped her up the stairs and tucked her into our bed.She barely stirred.I stood over her for a long moment. Watched her sleep. Felt the weight of everything I'd done pressing down on my chest.She trusted me and I'd already betrayed her.I stayed with her for hours until I made sure she was fast asleep. I should have still stayed and pretended to be the husband she thought I was.Instead, I kissed her forehead — soft, guilty, apologetic and walked out.---The hallway was dark.I passed Oliver's room. The door was closed. No light underneath.He's asleep or pretending to be.I didn't care.I walked to Lena's door. My heart was pounding, like a teenager sneaking into his girlfriend's room. I hadn't felt this alive in years.I turned the knob.It opened.—Lena's POVThe room had gon

Chapter 5 Lena's POVJulian’s footsteps faded down the hallway as he went to pick up mom, the door clicking shut behind him. The room felt charged, heavy with anticipation. Oliver’s eyes locked on mine, dark and full of wicked patience. He didn’t pounce. Instead, he stepped closer, slow, like he had all the time in the world now that we were alone. “On the bed, Leena,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Lie back. Let me look at you.” I obeyed, heart hammering as I stretched out on my sheets. He climbed over me, still fully dressed except for the shorts he’d shoved down earlier. His hands started at my shoulders, tracing down my arms, then over my ribs, avoiding where I wanted him most. Every touch was deliberate, teasing. He kissed along my collarbone, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin until I arched up, chasing more. “Oliver… please,” I whispered, already squirming. He chuckled against my neck, breath hot. “Not yet, little sis. You're gonna feel exactly how bad you n

Chapter 4Lena's POV Oliver's knock echoed through the room. Three sharp raps. Impatient. Demanding. "Lena. Open the door." I looked at Julian. He was calm, too calm. Like he'd known this moment was coming. Like he'd planned it. My hand was still on the lock. "I know you're in there." Oliver's voice was harder now. "I heard you talking to someone. Who is it?" Julian didn't move. Didn't speak. Just watched me with those dark eyes waiting. Choose. I could open the door, tell Oliver the truth or let them fight over me like I was something to be won. Or I could…. I unlocked the door, but I didn't open it. I turned to Julian. Pressed my finger to my lips. Don't make a sound. Then I opened it. --- Oliver stood in the doorway. His eyes swept the room and found Julian standing behind me and stopped. Silence. Then, "Dad." "Oliver." "What the hell are you doing in here?" Julian stepped forward."I came to check on her. Your mother's sick. I'm packing her things." "Bullshit."