Forbidden Hands on My Silk Robe - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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I was so humiliated I wanted to disappear. I buried myself under the covers and didn't leave my room until my husband came home the next day.
Daniel greeted me with that infuriating grin of his.
"Sophia, rough night? Those dark circles could rival a raccoon's." When my husband wasn't looking, he even had the nerve to wink at me, sending a shiver down my spine. I quickly dropped my gaze, my face burning.
For days, I avoided him like he carried the plague. But he seemed determined to torment me—whether he was working out in the living room or stepping out of the shower, he made sure to parade those sculpted abs and that ridiculously defined chest, oozing raw, unspoken temptation.
The whole house reeked of testosterone whenever he was around.
I hated admitting it, but his body was unreal—every muscle looked like it belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine.
No matter how hard I tried to resist, my eyes betrayed me every damn time.
And the worst part? His obsession with those damn gray trunks. On a man, tight gray shorts were as revealing as a woman jogging without a bra—the outline was impossible to ignore.
I was terrified of him. All I wanted was for the weekend to end so he'd finally leave.
But with him around, my cravings were worse than ever. Even after my husband satisfied me, I'd still ache for more, leaving him confused. "Sweetheart, is your… cycle lasting longer this time?"
I never thought I could be this weak. I just needed these torturous days to pass so I could get rid of this walking temptation.
Then, disaster struck. Our hiking plans were ruined when my husband got called into work last minute.
"Sophia, I'm so sorry. Do me a favor and keep Daniel company today. Go out, treat yourselves—anything you want, it's on me."
I glanced at Daniel's innocent smile and nearly sobbed.
Taking him hiking alone was like leading a lamb to slaughter. What if he dragged me into the woods and had his way with me against a tree?
The thought haunted me the entire trail.
Strong arms locking around my waist, pulling me into the bushes, a rough hand silencing my screams, my bare legs kicking helplessly—
"Sophia, why are you blushing so hard?"
His voice snapped me out of it. Suddenly, he was right in front of me, his hot breath brushing my face.
When had he taken off his shirt? Sweat glistened over his bulging muscles, the sheer intensity of him overwhelming.
One look and my face burned, my breath hitching as I turned away. "N-nothing!"
But then his fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to face his bare chest. "If you want to look, just say so. No need to be shy."
His large hand slid down to my ass. "Honestly, I love staring at yours too. So round, so plump, and so damn pale..."
As he murmured "pale," his lips captured my earlobe, his hands roaming over my chest and hips, his ragged breaths like a predator's.
The sudden assault short-circuited my brain, leaving me limp in his grip.
Still not satisfied, he pressed my hand against his own body—burning hot, rock-hard.
"I've seen you sneaking glances. If you want to touch, go ahead. I'm way bigger than my brother."
I writhed in his hold like a trapped animal. "No, that's not—let me go!"
"Stop lying to yourself. You're a slut, and my brother can't satisfy you."
With one rough yank, he tore off my pants, shredding the black thong underneath. "Look how wet you are. Wearing this just to tease me, huh?"
Daniel greeted me with that infuriating grin of his.
"Sophia, rough night? Those dark circles could rival a raccoon's." When my husband wasn't looking, he even had the nerve to wink at me, sending a shiver down my spine. I quickly dropped my gaze, my face burning.
For days, I avoided him like he carried the plague. But he seemed determined to torment me—whether he was working out in the living room or stepping out of the shower, he made sure to parade those sculpted abs and that ridiculously defined chest, oozing raw, unspoken temptation.
The whole house reeked of testosterone whenever he was around.
I hated admitting it, but his body was unreal—every muscle looked like it belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine.
No matter how hard I tried to resist, my eyes betrayed me every damn time.
And the worst part? His obsession with those damn gray trunks. On a man, tight gray shorts were as revealing as a woman jogging without a bra—the outline was impossible to ignore.
I was terrified of him. All I wanted was for the weekend to end so he'd finally leave.
But with him around, my cravings were worse than ever. Even after my husband satisfied me, I'd still ache for more, leaving him confused. "Sweetheart, is your… cycle lasting longer this time?"
I never thought I could be this weak. I just needed these torturous days to pass so I could get rid of this walking temptation.
Then, disaster struck. Our hiking plans were ruined when my husband got called into work last minute.
"Sophia, I'm so sorry. Do me a favor and keep Daniel company today. Go out, treat yourselves—anything you want, it's on me."
I glanced at Daniel's innocent smile and nearly sobbed.
Taking him hiking alone was like leading a lamb to slaughter. What if he dragged me into the woods and had his way with me against a tree?
The thought haunted me the entire trail.
Strong arms locking around my waist, pulling me into the bushes, a rough hand silencing my screams, my bare legs kicking helplessly—
"Sophia, why are you blushing so hard?"
His voice snapped me out of it. Suddenly, he was right in front of me, his hot breath brushing my face.
When had he taken off his shirt? Sweat glistened over his bulging muscles, the sheer intensity of him overwhelming.
One look and my face burned, my breath hitching as I turned away. "N-nothing!"
But then his fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to face his bare chest. "If you want to look, just say so. No need to be shy."
His large hand slid down to my ass. "Honestly, I love staring at yours too. So round, so plump, and so damn pale..."
As he murmured "pale," his lips captured my earlobe, his hands roaming over my chest and hips, his ragged breaths like a predator's.
The sudden assault short-circuited my brain, leaving me limp in his grip.
Still not satisfied, he pressed my hand against his own body—burning hot, rock-hard.
"I've seen you sneaking glances. If you want to touch, go ahead. I'm way bigger than my brother."
I writhed in his hold like a trapped animal. "No, that's not—let me go!"
"Stop lying to yourself. You're a slut, and my brother can't satisfy you."
With one rough yank, he tore off my pants, shredding the black thong underneath. "Look how wet you are. Wearing this just to tease me, huh?"
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