Lust Behind Closed Doors
Behind every locked door lies a secret... For Elena, it's the hunger she hides from her cold and distant husband. For Adrian, it's the forbidden desire he feels for the one woman he should never touch-his stepmother.
What begins as stolen glances and teasing remarks quickly spirals into something dangerous. Behind closed doors, guilt turns into obsession, lust turns into fire, and the line between right and wrong disappears.
But how long can they keep their dirty secret before it explodes, tearing the family apart?
A forbidden romance dripping with passion, danger, and irresistible temptation.
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Chapter 2
The grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight.
Elena lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, sheets twisted around her body. Sleep was impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Adrian's smirk, felt the ghost of his breath against her ear, heard that sinful question again.
Do you miss being touched?
Her thighs pressed together instinctively. Shame curled inside her, but so did heat. She couldn't stop thinking about him-about the way he'd looked at her, as if he could strip her bare without ever lifting a finger.
She groaned softly and pushed the covers away. Maybe a glass of water would cool her down. Maybe walking through the quiet halls would clear her mind.
Padding barefoot down the hallway, she wrapped her silk robe tightly around herself. The marble floor was cool against her skin as she descended the staircase and slipped into the kitchen.
The mansion was silent, except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. She reached for a glass in the cupboard, her robe shifting to reveal a long stretch of her thigh. She poured water and lifted it to her lips.
"Can't sleep either?"
The glass nearly slipped from her hand. She spun, her heart leaping into her throat.
Adrian leaned casually against the doorway, shirtless this time, a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The soft kitchen light carved shadows across the ridges of his chest and abdomen, every line of muscle sharp and defined.
Elena's mouth went dry.
"Adrian," she whispered, clutching the glass like a lifeline. "You scared me."
His lips curved into that familiar smirk. "Didn't mean to. I was just... thirsty." His gaze dropped deliberately to the glass in her hand, then slid lower, over the edge of her robe where it gaped slightly at her chest.
Her skin burned. She tugged the fabric tighter. "There's water here."
He didn't move toward the cupboard. Instead, he stepped closer to her. "Pour it for me?" he asked softly, his voice almost mocking.
Her hand trembled as she reached for another glass. She filled it with water, then held it out to him.
Adrian's fingers brushed hers as he took it, slow, intentional. Her pulse spiked at the touch, her breath stuttering.
"Thanks," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers as he tipped the glass back and drank. A bead of water slid down the corner of his mouth, tracing the line of his throat before disappearing beneath his chest.
Elena's gaze followed helplessly, her lips parting.
Adrian noticed. His smirk deepened. "See something you like?"
Her breath hitched. "Adrian-"
He set the glass down on the counter with a soft clink. In one smooth movement, he closed the distance between them, his body towering over hers. The counter pressed into the small of her back as he leaned down, his face inches from hers.
"You're tense," he whispered, his hand braced on the counter beside her hip. "Relax."
She shook her head, words tangled in her throat. "This isn't right."
"Doesn't feel wrong." His gaze burned into hers, then dipped to her lips. "Tell me you don't want me to touch you, Elena. Tell me, and I'll walk away."
Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her lips parted, but no sound came. The truth lodged in her throat, heavy and suffocating.
Adrian's eyes darkened. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his hand until his fingers brushed the edge of her robe, tracing the fabric near her thigh. Not quite touching-just enough to make her tremble.
Her knees weakened. Heat pooled between her legs, her body screaming for something her mind knew she shouldn't want.
"Say it," he whispered, his voice rough now, edged with hunger.
Her lips quivered. "Adrian... we can't..."
He smiled wickedly. "You didn't say you don't want it."
His fingers ghosted higher along her thigh, the robe parting slightly under his touch. Elena gasped, clutching the counter for support.
At the last moment, he pulled away. His smirk was smug, dangerous, triumphant.
"Goodnight, Elena," he said softly, echoing his words from earlier.
And just like that, he turned and walked out, leaving her breathless, trembling, and aching.
Elena sank against the counter, her heart pounding out of control. She pressed her thighs together, desperate for relief, but it was useless.
Her stepson was dangerous. He knew exactly what he was doing.
And worse-so did she.
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She was faced with a brutal betrayal from her husband, taking away her family company, cheating on her and most especially tied her in the marriage.
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Thrown into the world of the werewolves, Daisy realizes she is more than she thinks, but will she be able to navigate the challenges that awaits her?
7.6
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7.6
I saw him first. I knew him first. I loved him first, but here he is being introduced to me as my new step-dad.
How could this happen? How could he end up married to my mother, the one person I can't possibly steal him from and yet...
Now that I'm no longer an eighteen year old child and he isn't my teacher, lines are beginning to cross.
What do I possibly do with this desire and guilt that keeps overlapping and why is it when I try my best to keep my distance he keeps pulling me in?
It feels so wrong and yet it feels so right, will I be able to ignore this longing or will I want him to hold me tight?
7.9
I was lying in the emergency room with acute gastroenteritis on my birthday, but my mother ordered me to rip out my IV needle.
She threatened to freeze all my accounts if I didn't show up to my adopted sister's high-society matchmaking party.
When I arrived, dragging my weak body, I caught my fiancé Julio protecting his mistress.
Worse, my adopted sister Billie framed me for stealing my own grandmother's heirloom earrings just to play the victim in front of New York's elite.
I refused to be their stepping stone and projected the evidence of Julio's affair on the massive ballroom screen.
In a rage, my father cursed me, and my mother slapped me across the face so hard my mouth bled.
During the ensuing physical struggle, my adopted sister, the mistress, and I all plunged into the freezing outdoor swimming pool.
My fiancé desperately swam to save his mistress, while my own brother rushed to pull my adopted sister above the water.
I stopped kicking and let my heavy, soaked clothes pull me down to the bottom of the black pool.
Why did my own flesh and blood treat me like garbage?
After a mysterious bodyguard pulled me from the water, I watched my family frantically wrap the other two women in warm blankets.
I didn't shed a single tear.
"I am no longer a part of this family. I never want to see any of you again."
I publicly canceled the engagement, turned my back on the wealthy estate, and walked away into the freezing winter night.
9.5
Elsie was the Sutton family's perfect puppet, a sickly heiress locked away in a pristine manor and treated like fragile porcelain. Her only purpose was to be a pawn in her mother's corporate games.
Without warning, her mother ordered her to marry Duke Blake, a ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire known for destroying his rivals. Worse, her mother immediately handed over total control of Elsie's life to him, declaring she couldn't even step outside the gates without his explicit permission.
Desperate, Elsie met him and asked if she would be expected to perform wifely duties, praying for a marriage in name only.
"I have a very high sex drive."
He stated it bluntly, shattering her illusions. Yet, when he drove her into the city days later, a sudden swerve sent her tumbling directly into his lap. Instead of the desire he claimed to possess, his body went completely rigid. He violently shoved her away, slamming her hard against the passenger seat. His face was pale, his knuckles white, and he stared straight ahead with a look of absolute, terrifying revulsion.
Humiliation and sharp pain coiled in her chest. She couldn't understand. Why did he demand absolute control over her and boast about his desires, only to treat her accidental touch like a repulsive disease? Why did this all-powerful man secretly smell of hospital antiseptics? What exactly was the Sutton family forcing her to marry?
But she was no longer willing to be a lamb led to the slaughter. Thinking of the provocative black lace hidden behind her wardrobe's false wall, Elsie smiled coldly. She was going to find the fatal flaw in this ruthless billionaire's code, and use it to completely shatter her cage.
7.6
Top DEA agent Kaitlynn Bruce woke up to a heavy, chemical lethargy, only to realize she was trapped in the body of a weak, abused war widow.
Before she could even process her new reality, she heard her sister-in-law counting cash, selling her unconscious body to a local thug for a measly two hundred dollars.
The thug dragged her new seven-year-old son, Cason, into the bedroom.
"Mommy!"
When the boy reached out, the man brutally kicked his small body into a wooden doorframe, leaving him gasping and bleeding on the floor.
Memories flooded Kaitlynn's mind. Her predecessor was a pathetic doormat whose husband's military pension had been bled dry by these greedy in-laws, leaving her children to starve and suffer endless abuse.
But as Kaitlynn looked at the bleeding boy's dark, unnervingly alert eyes, a chilling piece of DEA intelligence clicked in her mind.
Cason Richmond.
The name, the town, the abusive aunt—it all matched the classified files of the "Director of the Hive," the most ruthless and feared cartel puppet master in the criminal underworld.
How could this battered, starving child be destined to become the ultimate monster she used to hunt?
The original widow's tragic death was supposed to be the catalyst that pushed this boy into total darkness.
But Kaitlynn Bruce was not a victim.
Adrenaline burning through the drugs, she cracked the thug's neck with a brass lamp and choked the sister-in-law against the wall.
Looking down at the boy who was supposed to become a global nightmare, she made a vow. She was going to rewrite his script, even if she had to burn the whole world down to do it.
9.2
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.