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 5
The mansion was too quiet.
Elena had spent the day scrubbing counters, rearranging bookshelves, folding already-folded clothes-anything to keep herself busy. Anything to avoid thinking about the kiss. About his hands pinning her to the wall. About the way her body burned every time he came too close.
But it was useless.
No matter how hard she tried, Adrian lingered in her thoughts like a shadow she couldn't escape. She hated herself for it. She hated the way her pulse spiked at the thought of him. She hated the way her thighs pressed together at night, seeking a relief she couldn't admit to.
By evening, she was exhausted, drained from fighting a battle she was losing inside her own skin.
She decided to soak in the bathtub. Hot water. Lavender oil. Silence. Maybe that would help.
Steam curled around the marble bathroom, fogging the mirror. Elena slid into the water, letting it envelop her, her head tipping back against the edge. She closed her eyes, willing herself to forget, if only for a few precious minutes.
But then-
A knock at the door.
Her eyes flew open. Panic seized her chest.
"Elena," Adrian's voice came, low and unhurried.
Her heart nearly stopped. She gripped the edge of the tub, water lapping at her skin. "Go away!" she snapped, too quickly, too desperately.
Silence. Then the soft click of the door handle.
The lock she thought she'd turned wasn't engaged.
The door swung open.
Adrian stepped inside, closing it behind him. He leaned casually against the door, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on her. His smirk was lazy, predatory.
Elena's breath caught. She sank lower in the tub, arms crossing over her chest. "Adrian-get out."
He didn't move. His gaze was molten, lingering on the steam rising around her, the sheen of water clinging to her skin.
"You're even more beautiful like this," he murmured, voice husky. "Relaxed. Vulnerable."
Her pulse thundered. "You have no respect," she whispered furiously. "Do you enjoy tormenting me?"
His smirk deepened. "I enjoy watching you squirm when all you really want is me."
Her breath stuttered. "You're wrong."
"Am I?"
He pushed off the door and advanced slowly. Each step echoed in the tiled room. Elena's chest heaved, her body betraying her as desire tangled with fear.
He crouched beside the tub, his arm braced against the rim, his face close enough that she could feel his breath. "Tell me to leave," he said softly. "Say the words like you mean them, and I'll walk out that door."
Her lips parted. The words were right there. But they caught in her throat.
His gaze searched hers, triumphant.
"Thought so," he murmured.
His fingers dipped into the water, tracing the surface, then brushing lightly against her knee. Elena jolted at the contact, her body on fire.
"Adrian," she whispered, torn between pleading and warning.
His hand slid higher, water rippling around them. His touch was deliberate, slow, teasing. Her legs trembled beneath the surface.
"You've been starving, haven't you?" His voice was low, rough. "Hungry for something he hasn't given you in months. I see it in your eyes. I feel it every time you breathe me in."
Her throat worked, but no denial came.
His hand grazed her thigh now, heat searing through water and flesh alike. Elena's resolve cracked. Her eyes fluttered shut, a broken moan slipping from her lips.
That sound undid him.
In a heartbeat, Adrian's mouth was on hers-hot, urgent, devouring. The kiss was wet and desperate, their lips crashing together with months of repressed hunger.
Elena clung to the edge of the tub, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. His hand gripped her jaw, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, his tongue demanding, claiming, leaving her breathless.
She gasped when his other hand slipped higher beneath the water, skimming the inside of her thigh.
"Adrian-" she moaned, half protest, half plea.
"Say my name like that again," he growled against her lips, "and I swear I'll never stop."
Her heart pounded violently, guilt screaming in her chest-but her body betrayed her again, arching toward his touch, shivering with need.
The water sloshed violently as Adrian leaned over the tub, pressing his body against hers. His T-shirt soaked instantly, clinging to his sculpted chest. His mouth trailed down her throat, hot, insistent kisses marking her skin.
Elena whimpered, torn between resistance and surrender.
"This is wrong," she whispered, tears springing to her eyes.
Adrian's lips found her ear. His voice was dark, broken with desire. "Then stop me."
But she couldn't.
Her hands fisted in his wet shirt, dragging him closer, crashing her lips back to his. The kiss was wild, frantic, years of repression exploding in a single, reckless moment.
Adrian groaned, his hand sliding higher, finally breaching the last barrier of her resistance. His touch seared her, claiming what she'd tried so hard to deny.
Her cry echoed in the steamy bathroom, half shame, half ecstasy.
In that instant, Elena knew-there was no going back.
They had crossed the line.
And she didn't want to turn around.
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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.
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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
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