Whispers of Betrayal

Amirah and Lia look like they’ve got it made—sunshine, giggles, zero signs of trouble. Amirah’s head over heels and keeps a little velvet box in her back pocket, just waiting for the perfect second. She pops the question and Lia says yes with a kiss that melts straight into her spine. What Amirah doesn’t know is that Lia’s been sneaking off for late-night “errands” with her stepsister Kelly, and those errands end up sweaty and naked. The three of them lounge on the bed one afternoon, half-watching some old sitcom. Amirah’s eyes are shut, or so it looks. Kelly’s hand creeps under the blanket and Lia bites her lip, trying not to moan. Fingers slide, breath hitches, soft blond hair brushes bare brunette skin while the TV laugh track keeps rolling. Every slick sound, every stolen kiss, lands right in Amirah’s ears. She stays still, heart pounding, dick hard under the sheet. The betrayal tastes bitter, but the rush is dizzying. She watches her fiancée writhe under Kelly’s tongue, tears sting, and still she doesn’t move—caught somewhere between heartbreak and a strange, guilty throb of heat.