Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection

Nova's POV

"Mum, please… you don't understand." My voice softened, almost breaking. "I can't work with Davis—let alone live with him. I'll find another tech company, I promise. Just not his, please. I'll do better, I'll behave, I swear. Just… don't make me do this, Mum."

She sighed, her voice firm yet gentle. "No, sweetheart, it's safer working with your brother. You won't be so stressed".

"Trust me, I was once an intern. I know how tough it can be, how some sultry men try to take advantage of young girls, and I won't want that for you. My decision is final, Nova. You'll thank me later."

I didn't say another word. I just turned away quietly, the lump in my throat tightening and went straight to my room, throwing myself onto the bed.

"Ugh,Mom is so difficult," I muttered, groaning into the pillow. "She always thinks Davis is the perfect son."

Tch, that same Davis whose eyes strip me naked every time he looks at me, his gaze so hungry it's like he's already f*ck*ng me in his head.

Back in 12th grade, he c*ck-blocked every guy who even glanced my way, acting like he owned my *ss. His overprotectiveness was suffocating—hell, he barely let me hang with my girlfriends, saying they'd turn me into some kind of sl*t. Me? A sl*t? Oh please, he's the one who can't stop staring at my *ss like he wants to bend me over right there.

Mom's basically handing my *ss over to him on a silver platter by forcing me to work at his company. Perfect. Just perfect.

I still remember the time he had the nerve to whisper "Go *n*l with me, baby, so you won't get pregnant." Disgusting. If I told Mom, she'd never buy it.

She'd just roll her eyes and say, "Your brother would never say such to you, Nova. Stop making sh*t up." Bleh, bleh, bleh, I mocked under my breath.

My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my spiral.

Yay, Zara! My best friend. The one person who could lift my mood—except for her annoying obsession with Davis.

She's so convinced he's some swoon-worthy CEO straight out of her romance novels.

"Hi, babe!" Zara chirped, her voice bursting with excitement.

"Hey, babe!" I grinned, trying to match her energy. "You sound way too happy. What's the tea?"

"You won't believe it!" she squealed. "I got posted to CodeCrest Technologies too! We're gonna be corporate baddies together! Yayy! Our dreams are finally coming true!"

I laughed, but it was half-hearted. "Zara, I know you too well. You're not even into tech. You're just going because Davis's the CEO, aren't you?"

She giggled, not even denying it. "Okay, you caught me there. You know how much I'm crushing on your brother. I even went lingerie shopping, girl! "Picture this: me, him in a nasty CEO-secretary f*ck marathon. You know, late nights in the office, him ripping my skirt off, pinning me to his desk, whispering how he's gonna pound my tight little p*ssy till I'm unable to walk"

"Zara, you're so cringe!" I burst out laughing, trying to keep it light. "Where do you even get these ideas?"

"Nova, you're such a buzzkill," she teased. "Anyway, how's Kent? Where's he posted?"

My mood dipped. "Don't make me cry. His list came out yesterday—he's headed to Miami for his internship program . So far away."

"Aw, bummer," Zara said, but I could hear the smirk in her voice. "No more lovey-dovey PDA to make me jealous. Honestly, it's a win for me."

"You're such a hater," I shot back, rolling my eyes. "I gotta go, girl. I've got unboxing vlogs to edit."

"Oooh, tell me when you post them!" she chirped.

"Will do, babe. Love you."

"Love you too! See you in San Diego!" she practically screamed before hanging up.

I exhaled sharply, staring at my ceiling. I miss the old Zara. The Zara, who was unapologetically herself, back when she was a lesbian.

Yeah, it's partly my fault she's not anymore. I was awful to her back then—called her weird for being who she was. She got all flirty with me once, her fingers teasing way too close to my p*ssy, whispering nasty sh*t about how she'd eat me out till I'm dripping wet. She even shoved lesbian hentai in my face, begging me to read it with her, which I found so gross at the time.

But now? My p*ssy's got a mind of its own, and f*ck, I'm bisexual as hell, craving Zara's juicy curves. Those flirty moments when she'd tease me, nearly slipping her fingers inside me? I'm dying to feel that again. I f*ck*d it all up, and now she's chasing dicks—worst of all, my creepy-*ss brother's. Davis doesn't even glance at her; she's too chubby for his shallow-*ss tastes.

Ugh, whatever. Let's see how this disaster plays out.

CodeCrest Technologies is just a three-hour drive, but Mom's still forcing me to live with him. Tch. I'm 21, he's 29. Shouldn't he be married with kids by now? But no, he's too busy eyeing me like some horny perv.

A Week Late

"Honey," Mom cooed, her eyes soft with love as she tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Before you know it, your internship will be over, and you'll be back in your mama's arms. Just three months, sweetheart." She chuckled, like it was all so simple.

She thinks this is about her? She never listens. Never.

It was Friday evening, and despite my pleas to leave on Sunday, Mom insisted I head out tonight to "settle in comfortably" before Monday.

Christ, the universe is out to get me.

I arrived at Davis' massive mansion, all alone. The part-time staff must've clocked out for the day, leaving the place eerily quiet.

I dragged my luggage upstairs to the room he'd described as mine via text. It was right next to another room he'd mentioned, and I could only pray—earnestly—that it wasn't his.

After unpacking, I collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted. I should text Kent to let him know I got here safely. He's probably still bummed about the distance, and honestly—and honestly, so am I.

There's literally nothing I can do about it, though.

Then my heart f*ck*ng stopped. No f*ck*ng way.

Did I seriously leave my rose toy behind? How the hell am I gonna tame this needy p*ssy without it? My period's over tonight, so in two weeks, I'll be ovulating and so f*ck*ng horny I'll be begging for a thick, veiny c*ck to ride, pounding my dripping wet p*ssy till my cl*t's throbbing. With Kent gone and my toy f*ck*ng missing, I'm so screwed —

The door swung open, and I nearly choked. Holy f*ck. Davis stood there, completely naked, his veiny c*ck just hanging out. My eyes glued to it—sh*t, it was the kind of d*ck I'd fantasized about while watching p*rn. "Yo, Nova, you're here already? F*ck, didn't know you'd show up today, baby," he said, his voice low and flirty, like he loved me checking him out. Bro didn't even flinch.

"I'm always naked around here. You'll get used to it. Make yourself comfy."

He strolled out, leaving me totally shook. What the f*ck*ng hell, I muttered under my breath.

Jesus, what a f*ck*ng massive monster c*ck. If it slammed into my tight little p*ssy, it'd wreck me good—leave me sore for weeks.

Nova's POV

"I think he's into me. We bumped into each other in the hallway. He's gotta be obsessed with me—the way he stared at me, f*ck. I wish he'd grabbed my *ss right there," Zara said, her teasing.

"Girl, not again," I groaned, rubbing my forehead.

"My brother's a jerk. You're way too perfect for someone like him," I said, shaking my head.

"What do you even know?" she snapped back.

"Oh, really? Well, I've got nothing to say to you then," I shot back, crossing my arms.

Right then, my phone buzzed—the notification sound I set for Kent, so I'd know when his texts came through.

I glanced at the screen, and my heart stopped.

Nova, I'm done with this relationship. Long distance ain't it for me. Three months without f*ck*ng is too d*mn long—I'm not going celibate for you. I'm not into cheating, so I'm cutting this off now. Hope you get it, babe. I'm a man, and I gotta slam my c*ck into some dripping, tight pussies to keep my balls satisf