All Chapters of Her Sweetest Mistake [Dark Erotica]: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My breath caught in my throat as I stared. He looked as hot as usual, except he didn't have his glasses on either which was weird. And then I saw her. There was a girl sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him and…he kissed her back. My stomach twisted, and for a second, I thought I might throw up. What the hell was he doing here? And who was she? I tore my eyes away, feeling a lot of things at that moment. Anger? Jealousy? Embarrassment? Probably all of the above. "Hey, you okay?" Shawn’s voice pulled me back to reality. I turned to him, forcing a smile and I knew he could tell. "Yeah. Totally fine." But I wasn’t. Not even close. I turned to the bartender and forced a smile at him before ordering a drink. Right now, all I needed was a drink. Something to distract me from what the hell was going on upstairs. I shouldn't even care or be jealous, he is my freaking step uncle. What we had was nothing and should be nothing. The bartender hand

"Wait, you are on pill, right?" Kyle suddenly asked, making me pause. I nodded immediately. I'd been on pill for over a year now because I knew something could happen and well it was happening now. He thrusts himself upward hard, and I use the headrest behind him to pull up and drop back down. His hands are all over me, touching, grabbing, pinching. His right hand goes under the dress, and I feel his thumb press against and massage my clit, making me moan loudly."Fuck....yes.." I moan. A few minutes after riding him and him rubbing my clit, my climax washed over me. I shake, while moaning loudly, not even minding that others might be able to hear us. Kyle turns me over, with my head facing the door as he pounds into me from the behind non-stop, making me make groggy sounds at the back of my throat.I didn't know Kyle had grown so much, he knew what he was doing which meant he'd had so many experiences. Not like I minded or anything. I loved it. Kyle turns me over again, to sit on

“Sex in a car? Really?” Xavier asked, pinning me in place with his stare.How did he know we'd had sex in Kyle's car? I turned to look at him in the eyes, tossing a strawberry into my mouth, my eyebrow raised like I couldn’t care less about the tension in the air between us. As I chewed, I watched his eyes. They weren’t on mine, they were glued to my lips. His jaw tightened, and I swear I could see the faintest twitch in his face. I loved it.“I had sex in a car backseat. And?” I said, my voice had this fake innocence to it, and a tight little smile curved my lips. His reaction was almost worth the trouble I knew this would cause. His whole body tensed, his fists clenching at his sides as if he was barely containing himself. For a second, I thought he’d punch the counter, or worse, say something that would absolutely ruin the moment. But he didn’t. Instead, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he looked at me with this... intensity. It wasn’t anger, not exactly. It was som

I’d spent years perfecting the art of control, keeping my emotions in check, staying focused on what mattered. And yet, one kiss from her, one look from her, and I felt like I was in love. She was Alexander’s stepdaughter. Hell, she was practically family. This shouldn’t even be a question in my mind. But it was. Because no matter how hard I tried to push her out of my head, she kept coming back, her lips, her voice, her everything haunting me.“Get a grip,” I muttered to myself, downing the rest of my tequila in one gulp. But even as I tried to shake her out of my mind, I knew it was no use. Amanda wasn’t going anywhere.♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎AMANDA'S POV:Evening came faster than I expected, and once again, I found myself sitting at the dining table with my mom, Alexander, and, surprisingly, Xavier. Lately, he’d been around more often, and honestly? I wasn’t mad about it. Like, at all. In fact, I loved it. Not that I’d ever admit that out loud or anything. Dinner was pretty uneventful,

AMANDA'S POV:Kyle looked at me with this weird mix of hope and hesitation, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie. Please don't ask me to be your girlfriend, please don't."Are you mad at me?" he asked, his voice all soft, making me pause.I blinked at him, confused. "No, why would I be?" I said, shaking my head. I wasn’t mad. That wasn’t even the issue, if there was an issue. He shifted awkwardly. "Cool. Um, do you wanna hang out later?" For a second, I just stared at him. I knew what he meant by "hang out." And honestly, I was so not in the mood for anything, let alone that. "Nah," I said, trying to sound casual. "Not tonight." There was this awkward pause where I could feel him trying to figure out what to say next, and I was just praying for something, anything, to interrupt us. And then, like some kind of miracle, Shawn strolled over. "Yo, Kyle," Shawn greeted him, throwing a nod his way before looking at me. "Amanda, we’re late for class. Let’s go." I co