MY SINFUL LUST

but the heavy ache betwe

own, but my thighs were sticky, my panties ruin

he mistake of

caught p

boldly along his thigh. There was no denying it. He was hard b

nted me t

iew. My lips trembled, parted in shock, but the fire betwee

d with desire, glinting with hunger and raw dominance. H

eaving me throbbing, b

understand. I almost bumped into Macheno, but I didn't stop. I couldn't look at anyone. My skin stil

h felt tight with a need that scared me. I laid there in the dark, holding my sheets tight while my mind refused to calm

my whole body felt like it had been claimed by something sinful. No man ever dared to

could I still cal

en sinful videos. I knew what desire looked like. I had seen it with my own eyes. I had star

ther had done, this one stayed in my head the most. He didn't need to sa

y making you want. His cold, silver-blue eyes twisted me up inside, filling my head with dirt

in this house. But me? He always looked at me like I belonged to him. I didn'

I needed someone to talk

ed the only person who ever

. "Sevo," I whispered, my voice sha

," Mayia teased, pouting adorably. "Loo

h we had never met. She lived hours away, but she kn

ng, and it's bad," I said quickl

ned. "Oh my God... wait, don't

ok my

he guessed again, but

That creepy math teache

h from me, but I knew

g. "My stepdad... the Devil... he called me to his office tonight because I got c

grin widening, her brows

ching me... like... slow... soft touches, and... he almost pulled my panti

Girl... that sounds exactly like that scene from

ne of our filthiest reads-Domino, the dominant older man who intro

ed just thin

wasn't

eal. And i

ighs clenching together as my core throbbed with trai

ayed in my head. "When I heard the knock, I stood up, fixed my nightdress, and looked at h

th curiosity. "Girl, spit it out alre

d impossible to miss. It was right there, pressing against his pants, bold as ever... like it wanted me to n

en her expression twisted

pected. My brows scrunched toget

pdad, so I just pictured an old, balding man with a h

laughed in disbelief. She c

even close," I muttered, probably so

ed to see this so-called Devil of yours. Send me a p

plastered all over the internet. I picked a few-one where he wore his signature tailored black suit, another in his crisp grey three-piece, and

econds, May's high-pitched squeal

t be your stepfather. This... this is the literal definition of sin on leg

y Nellie. My fictional obses

pared him... to

d, shaking my he

ct. "Alright, here's my conclusion," she said, lips pursed. "Your Devil daddy is one-hundred percen

y throat. My hands t

her-he's married to my mother! He's just... always

ng. "You keep telling yourself that, baby

ing, "What do I do, May? What the h