I told myself it was misplaced gratitude, it was the fact that circumstances made him look like a hero, but the feelings persisted.It was noticing things about him I’d never paid attention to before—how strong he is, how tall. The defined angles of his face, how broad and firm his jaw is, with the cleft right in the centre of it. And the fierce passion in his dark eyes, so different from his cool and restrained manner, hinting at something so powerful inside.I know that I could never force my heart to beat for Kye the way it beats for a grown man like Xavier.In the past six weeks, I’ve changed. I’ve grown up. I had to fend for myself in frightening circumstances and I managed; I persevered. To me, Kye is a boy. It was fun for a moment to make out with him and win his attention, to think about the social capital he can help me gain at school, but the truth is he isn’t what I want.What I want is so much different. And completely forbidden.“I’m sorry,” I whisper, burrowing my nose i
“And you and Dante…?” I try to sound as casual as I can, while all the muscles across my neck and shoulders seize up. My heart is hammering so hard in my chest I wonder if she can hear it. “You…?”“Yeah,” she answers quietly, and swallows. “Twice.”“And was it okay? Did you like it?”She shrugs. “Yeah.”Somewhere out there, in the big city of Vancouver, is a child named Dante I now have to kill.What the fuck kind of name is Dante?Although…what the fuck kind of name is Kye?Kids these days.Jesus.“Dad?” asks Hazel, tilting her head and lifting an eyebrow. “You okay?”I realize I’m frowning and shake it off, giving her a rueful smile. “It’s hard for any father to realize their daughter is growing up, is all,” I say, and she rolls her eyes. “This Dante…”—the name tastes vile in my mouth—“Did you, or do you, love him?”“Love? Dad, c’mon. If you’re about to give me the birds and the bees talk... ““I’m not. It’s just…it’s a big deal, sex. Even if everywhere around you, you get the messa
Hazeli don’t hear from Kye all weekend, so at school on Monday, when I see him outside with his best friend Eric, I straighten my shoulders and walk up to them confidently.He’s barely concealing a smile as he pretends to look at his phone, while Eric is clearly muttering to him out of the side of his mouth, something like, ‘Here she comes.’“Can I talk to you, Kye?” I ask tersely.He lifts his eyes to me and shrugs nonchalantly. “Sure.”Eric presses his lips together and looks away in a show of hiding his laughter.“In private?”“Nah,” he says, lifting his chin and looking down his nose at me. “We can talk here.”“Okay.” I set my jaw, refusing to be intimidated. I survived five weeks of Melanie’s abandonment, surely I can survive confronting a teenage boy in front of his friend. “Why didn’t you text me back this weekend?”Eric snorts with laughter.“Oh!” Kye’s voice drips with cruel sarcasm. “I didn’t know if you were allowed to receive texts. Doesn’t Daddy check your phone?”“What
I knew Melanie wasn’t like other moms from a young age. I think I always knew. Friends loved my mom because she was pretty and fun, but they couldn’t understand how scared I was all the time, how unstable and uncertain things always seemed.She was fun at sleepovers, fun after school, but Melanie could turn on a dime, raging and manic and unpredictable.She pulled me out of grade school twice because of some fight she’d had with a teacher, wrenching me away from my friends with promises that it would be better somewhere else. Melanie was always after the new, better thing. And usually with little consideration of how it would impact me.When she met Xavier, my life changed, and my world became full colour. Suddenly, someone was always there for me.With Melanie, there’d been countless incidents when she’d forgotten to pick me up from school or hadn’t attended one of my recitals. I was so used to it I always got nervous that moment I stepped out the school door, or the curtain opened,
I lean my cheek against his chest, breathing in the smell of him, and don’t let go. My breasts are pressed against him, it’s a tight, intimate hug, and once I’m in it I can’t pull away. It feels so good to be close to him, to smell him and be hugged by him, I can’t bring myself to break the embrace.I don’t feel like he wants me to, either. He leans back against the counter, pulling me against him, and lifts a hand to cup my head, and kisses the top of my hair.“I love you, Hazel-girl,” he murmurs.“I love you too, Dad,” I whisper. I can feel his chest rising and falling against me as he breathes.“And you’ll always be my little girl.”“Yes, Daddy.”It’s a weird thing to say when all I’m thinking about is how fucking good his body feels against mine, how I’d do anything to be in this embrace in a different context, but my feelings for Xavier are complex. I’m grappling with this growing, inappropriate attraction to him, but I still so love being his little girl.I drag a hand slowly up
HazelThis is the face of an eighteen year old, I think as I look in the mirror.It doesn’t feel any different, today versus yesterday, but while I may look and feel the same, I’m not. Something changed overnight. At the stroke of midnight I transformed from a child to a woman. Age of majority. It’s just a number, but it carries a lot of weight.Tonight, for my birthday, Xavier is taking me out to one of the best restaurants in Vancouver. My friend Christine can’t believe I’m grounded for my eighteenth birthday, and I feel like I should be more upset than I am, but truthfully, I’d much rather have a fancy dinner with Xavier than spend a drunken night at the beach with kids. The prospect of dressing up and and being seen on Xavier’s arm doesn’t make me feel like I am missing anything at all.People will think we’re a couple, I think.I wonder what it’s like to be on a real date with a man like Xavier—to have him pick you up in his Jaguar, impeccably dressed in a suit, perfectly trimmed
Taking a deep breath, I blew the candle out and then turned my head to smile at Xavier. He smiled back, and before I even knew what I was doing, I lifted my chin and kissed him, quickly and chastely, on the lips.For one moment, I was flooded with the warm smell of him, with the soft pressure of his mouth on mine, and the next he was moving away, the warmth of his body gone, his back to me as he walked up to the coffee machine and filled it with water.It’s a completely normal thing for a parent and child to do, to kiss on the mouth, but it left me breathless and heated.No matter how hard I try to fight this growing feeling of attraction, it just won’t go away. If anything, boundaries seem to be slipping and blurring between us, making it worse. In the past few days since I’ve been grounded, we’ve spent more and more time together—laughing, touching, hugging… Every night this week Xavier has shut his computer early, and we’ve watched television together while snuggling on the couch.
Xavier The sight of Hazel coming down the stairs is like a punch to the gut. For a moment, the breath is knocked out of me.She’s unbelievable. She’s perfect.She’s…Melanie?She looks like a grown-ass woman. Like her mother, actually. In a tight white dress, with her curls loosely pinned up, and high heel shoes that emphasize the shapely, grown-up musculature of her legs, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Strikingly similar to Melanie, but so much……better, I can’t help but think. She’s my Hazel. Silly, brilliant, and loving. She grins at me, her smile bright and wide, and I melt.“How do I look?” she asks, holding her arms out to give me the full view.Like your mother, I almost answer. I’ve seen this dress before, and suddenly I have a vivid memory of Melanie in it—at a party for my partner, Bob, just before Mel and I broke up. It’s the last dress I ever saw her in.“You look incredible,” I say sincerely.Following her out to the car, I can’t take my eyes off of her. S
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- Everly I drop down onto him, letting every thick, throbbing inch of his cock plunge inside of me. I cry out when I feel him so deep inside, grinding into me as my legs clench around his waist. The gentle waves undulate around us, making us bob slightly with their motion. Jaxon slides me up his beautiful cock, teasing me with just the head inside, before he lets me sink right back down.His mouth drops to my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me softly as he starts to drive his big dick in and out of my quivering pussy. His mouth moves even lower, and when he uses his teeth to pull my bikini top away from one breast, exposing my pink, hardening nipple, I moan loudly.“Oh fuck, Jaxon,” I cling to him, letting the waves and his powerful arms bob me up and down every inch of him, feeling him grind deep inside. His mouth wraps around my nipple, his tongue teasing it and making me gasp as I hug him tightly and let the pleasure rolls through me.The setting sun catches sharply and glit
- EverlyWater teases over my feet, and I look up from my paperback to realize the tide has come in much more than I thought. I smile, letting the late afternoon sun warm my skin as it starts to set over the gorgeous big Pacific Ocean. My toes curl in the sand, and I breathe in the fresh air and sunshine.Suddenly, hands grab me from behind, and I shriek as my heart jumps into my throat before I hear that chuckle behind me“You dick!” I gasp, shaking my head at Jaxon — in just a perfectly fitting black bathing suit — as he plops down on the sand behind me. He grins that insanely gorgeous smile at me, sending a throb of heat into my core that takes my breath away. I try and slap at his chest for scaring me, but he just chuckles and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against him.“Someone lose track of time?”I nod. “Yeah. It’s a really good book.”“Learning anything good?”“Yeah, actually.”“Well, I hear the Kama Sutra is full of—”He laughs as I wriggle around and tackle him,
JaxonKen was still at the office, and I knew Catherine was at her usual “yoga” appointment, which just meant guzzling wine with her friends and getting trashed before two in the afternoon.Good. If either of them had been there, I’d have still gone through with the plan, but something told me it’d be easier for Everly if they weren’t. Plus, them not being here meant I could make her scream as loud as I wanted.She jumped into my arms the second we crossed the front door, and I groaned as my hands cupped her ass and lifted her into me. Her long legs wrapped tight around my waist, and our lips locked as I slammed the door shut and carried her up the stairs.We hurried into her bedroom, stumbling across the floor moaning into each other’s mouths before I tossed her on the bed. I grinned as I took a second to look around at her room — so pink and innocent, but so her. Pictures from magazines, and stupid celebrity crushes, and horoscopes tacked up everywhere. Posters from bands she loved,
He growled in frustration as I pulled away from him, but when I turned around and bent over his lap with my ass up in the air, his eyes burned fiercely. I took his hand, pulled a finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.“Fuck, Everly,” Jaxon groaned, his jaw grinding as he watched me be such a bad girl for him. I tugged his arm over, pushing his hand onto my back and pushing it further back, until he got the idea. His hand slid over my ass, grabbing it possessively as my fingers found his zipper.“You dirty fucking girl,” he groaned as I slipped my hand inside and curled it around his thickening cock. His own hand slid down over my ass, his fingers finding my pussy from behind like he had back in his office.“Says the man playing with his step-sister’s pussy,” I purred right back. Jaxon chuckled deeply, but when I pulled his cock free of his pants, he groaned.God he was so big. My jaw dropped seeing him again this close, stroking him slowly. I pumped my hand up and down his big cock
Yeah, we had to get out of there right the fuck then. I’d pushed it, fucking Everly across my desk with the damn office outside. If we stayed here, I couldn’t be sure things wouldn’t go past keeping it quiet. And besides that, when I took her again, I wanted soft sheets at her back, and pillows all around her. I’d fucked her hard and rough like she wanted me to, and how I damn well wanted to fuck her too.But the next time? The next time, I’d make her feel like the fucking princess she was.I ran my finger up over her slick, sticky pussy, making her gasp as she turned, her eyes wide as she grinned at me.“We need to go, now,” I growled.“Right now?” she whispered looking a little crestfallen. “I was hoping—”“If we do this again in here, I can’t promise the whole fucking office won’t hear you by the time I’m done with you.”She blushed bright red, but she still had that crestfallen look on her face. And slowly, I got it.“Everly,” I groaned, pulling her close and kissing her. “You thi
I growled, grabbing her hair and making her cry out as my teeth sank into her neck. My hand covered hers gripping my cock, stroking my shaft and letting the thick swollen head brush over her sticky wet lips.Everly moaned, rocking her hips toward me like she might coax me to slip inside. I mean fuck, she was so fucking wet I could have. I could have just grabbed her hips, lined up, and driven every fucking inch inside of her to the hilt. But I wasn’t going to hurt her. I wanted her, yes. And I sure as hell wanted to make her scream and fuck her exactly like she wanted me to.But I wasn’t going to hurt her.Not when I took the one thing she couldn’t give twice — the one thing that I knew made me the luckiest fucking man on earth to get to have.Instead, I eased against her lips, letting them kiss over my crown as I slipped just inside. She hissed, biting her lip, and I pushed even more inside, feeling the resistance there.“This will only hurt a second, love,” I whispered.I eased in,
JaxonMy blood ran like fire in my veins, every muscle in my body tensing as I dragged my tongue over her clit again and again. And when Everly came against my mouth, her tight, small body bucking against my lips as she squealed in pleasure, I swear I could have come right there.My cock ached for more of her, throbbing harder and thicker than it’d ever been as I felt her sweet sticky juices drip down my chin. She shuddered against me, her sweet pussy quivering against my lips.I’d just made Everly come on my tongue. My eighteen-year-old, untouched, off limits step-sister. Oh, I knew no other man had ever gotten to her. For one, because I’d been watching for it, and for two, I knew it just by the way she walked. I knew from the way her hips moved that she’d never had a man spreading these pretty thighs wide and giving her every inch of his cock.But I would.Her hands pulled me up, and when I kissed her, pressing hot against her body, she whimpered into my mouth. Her tongue teased ove
Like they had a mind of their own, my hands slid the rest of the way down my thighs. And when my fingers brushed over my slick, aching pussy, the cry tumbled from my lips. You’d have thought I’d have my eyes squeezed shut or something, but somehow, they stayed open — open and locked on Jaxon as my fingers teased over my slit.I ran two fingers through my wet, puffy lips, dragging the sticky wetness up. And when they rolled over my clit, I cried out, my body arching as the pleasure exploded through me.“Just like that, princess,” Jaxon groaned. His hand closed around the huge bulge in his pants, stroking his cock through them as he watched me. “Play with that clit, Everly. Play with that pretty pussy for me.”I whimpered, rubbing my fingers over my clit and panting as he watched me and stroked his cock through his pants. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what I was doing, but I knew I never wanted to stop. I pushed my fingers lower, and when I slid one deep inside my slick, tight