All Chapters of LUSTFUL DESIRES { An er*tica collection}: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I had spent the entire week telling myself I wasn’t going to Adrian’s stupid victory party. I had sworn to Isabella and Chloe that I would rather eat my own designer bag than let those sweaty hockey idiots think they could touch me.But by Saturday evening, my pride — and that annoying, traitorous ache between my legs had other plans.I was in my massive walk-in closet, surrounded by racks of clothes “You’re actually going, aren’t you?” Isabella said, flopping onto my velvet chaise lounge.Chloe was already raiding my makeup collection. “Of course she is. Sophia Laurent doesn’t back down from a challenge. Especially not from a bunch of boys who think they can handle her.”I stood in front of the mirror in a tiny black dress that hugged every curve, turning to check my ass.“Obviously I’m going,” I said, flipping my hair. “But not because I’m interested in those cavemen. I’m going to show up, look hotter than all of them combined, and make Adrian Voss regret ever opening his stupid

"The Road Trip"TRIGGER WARNING:THIS BOOK IS STRICT EROTICA 18+ ONLYCONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX, STEP-SIBLING TABOO, RISKY PUBLIC SEX, AND INTENSE DIRTY TALK.READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED."Lizzy's POV" “Stop squirming back there,” Mum said from the front seat, adjusting the rearview mirror. “We’ve got another four hours to go. Try to behave, you two.” I rolled my eyes, shifting in my seat for the tenth time. ------ The family road trip to the cabin had been Mum’s idea — “quality time” she called it But with Dad driving, Aunt Lisa chatting nonstop in the passenger seat, and my stepbrother Jake sitting right next to me in the back, “quality time” felt more like torture. Especially since Jake and I had been fucking for weeks. It started one night when Mum and Dad were out. Jake had snuck into my room, and we hadn’t stopped since. We fucked almost every day — in my room, in his room, in the shower, even in the backyard when no one was home. It was addictive. And we coul

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: ⚠️ DARK. TWISTED. EXPLICIT. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, MANIPULATION, BETRAYAL, AND CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE READERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. "Emily's PoV" “I really shouldn’t be doing this,” I muttered into my gin and tonic, the ice clinking against the glass as I swirled it. My voice was barely audible over the smooth jazz piano drifting through the upscale hotel bar, but the man who had just slid onto the stool beside me heard it anyway. “Doing what, exactly?” His voice was deep, warm, like aged whiskey sliding over velvet. I turned my head and nearly forgot how to breathe. He was older—mid-to-late forties, I guessed—with a black hair that looked effortlessly tousled, sharp blue eyes that seemed to see right through me, and a jawline that made my thighs press together instinctively. His charcoal suit fit him like it had been tailored to highlight every broad inch of his shoulders and chest. “Talking to strangers in

...“Babe! You’re home early,” he said, crossing the room in three strides and pulling me into a tight hug. His body was warm, familiar, safe. I hugged him back, burying my face in his shoulder so he wouldn’t see the guilt written all over my face. “I thought you were pulling an all-nighter. Rough one?”“Yeah,” I mumbled, my voice deliberately tired. “The Thompson campaign is kicking my ass. Barely slept on that crappy break room couch.” The lie came easier this time, but it still twisted something deep in my chest.Michael pulled back and cupped my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks gently. “You look exhausted. Come on, I made breakfast. Eggs, toast, your favorite coffee. Then you’re going straight to bed for a few hours before work, okay? No arguments.”He was so caring, so genuinely worried about me. It made everything worse. While he led me to the kitchen table, I kept flashing back to Richard’s apartment—his strong hands pinning me down, his thick cock stretching me open, the

...The car ride home was quiet on my end. Michael chatted excitedly about how well the dinner had gone, how much he liked that his dad and I seemed to connect, and how perfect everything felt. I nodded along, murmuring agreements, but my mind was elsewhere — replaying the shock on Richard’s face, the heat in his whispered words, the way his knee had pressed against mine under the table.My phone buzzed in my purse several times during the drive. I didn’t check it. I knew it was him.When we got home, Michael pulled me close the moment the door closed.“Tonight was amazing,” he said softly, kissing my neck. “I’m so happy you finally met Dad. He liked you. I could tell.”“Yeah,” I whispered. “It was… intense.”He smiled and kissed me deeper, his hands sliding down my back to unzip my dress. “Let me help you relax. You’ve been so stressed lately.”I let the dress fall to the floor. Michael’s touch was gentle, familiar. He led me to the bedroom, kissing me tenderly as he laid me on t