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Illicit Desires (The Illicit Series, Book 1) by Rose B. Mashal

*Please note this story contains taboo topics and sexual situations. Intended for

mature audiences only.*

Copyright © 2016 by Rose B. Mashal

All rights reserved.

This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief

quotations in a book review.

Edited by J. Brandon

Cover Design by Jada D’Lee Designs

Formatted by Lindsey Gray

Cover

Title

Copyright

Summary

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

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Her smiles brought my own to life. Her beautiful face was what made me get out of bed

every morning. Looking into her eyes was my favorite part of the day.

She was in my every thought, in every passing second.

My lips craved her lips, and my hands yearned to touch her beautiful skin. My heart called

out her name with every beat, and I only had eyes for her.

Her. My life, my soul, my personal Heaven-on-Earth.

She was everything I had ever wanted, but everything I could never have.

She was my flesh and blood. She was my sister.

To Sandra, for always being there, for holding my hand, and for patting my shoulder. I love

you.

My heart started beating fast as I saw her coming down the stairs. Wearing her white,

strapless sundress, with her hair down caressing her shoulders, she looked like an angel.

Her green eyes caught mine, and I saw the sadness filling them. She masked it right

away, replacing it with a furious stare—trying to tell me that she was mad at me for what I

did with her a while ago in her room.

Well, she could fool anyone else she wanted, but not me. She liked it, and I fucking

knew it.

The hem of her short dress danced along her upper thighs as she took one hurried step

after another. Ignoring her angry look, I licked my lips, knowing that it would make her look

away because she wouldn't want me to see the need in her eyes.

And that was exactly what she did. But she was helpless against the redness of the blush

which covered her face and neck as she passed me.

"Daddy?" she began as she approached our father, who was sitting at the kitchen table,

drinking his coffee while he read the newspaper.

"Hmm?" He looked up from the papers in his hand, facing her.

"I… Um, I want to talk with you about something," she said, looking at the floor—her

blush growing more intense.

"Sure. What is it?"

"I…Uh, I…" As Lily stood there, hesitant to say what she wanted to say, she looked at

our mom, who was sitting at the table across from where Lily was standing. She even caught

my eyes for a quick second, but then looked down right away.

"Do you want to go into my office, Lily?" he asked, placing the paper on the table.

"Uh, no… It's fine. I just… Uh, well, I’m going to graduate soon, and … uh, there is

that guy in my school—"

Fucking what?

"H—he asked me out more than one time and … uh, I want to say
yes
."

"Lily, sweetheart, we’ve talked about this before, and you know the rule," he said in his

calm voice.

"But, Dad, I'm almost eighteen; I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm the only one my age

who's not allowed to date!"

"Lily, I—"

"Dave," Mom interrupted, "I think Lily is mature enough to make good decisions."

Fuck that, she doesn’t know shit.

"But, Beth, she's not even eighteen yet."

"Honey, it's just a matter of a few months before she leaves for college. It's better that

she starts dating now and learns more about the kind of relationship she wants before she

starts a new phase in her life. Don't you think?"

My blood started to boil in my veins. My own mother was convincing my dad with

logic. Now he was
actual y
thinking about it. I didn't want him to fucking think about it; I

want him to say a
clear
no.

"Sweetheart, I don't think it's—"

"Please, Dad. Even Adrian is allowed to date, and we’re the same age. It's not fair," She

pointed in my direction without looking.

"I'm older!" I called out, correcting her.

"By ten minutes, asshole!" she yelled back at me.

"Language, Lillian," Mom warned.

"Sorry."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!
They were actual y considering this bul shit?
I had to set

my glass of orange juice down on the table so I didn’t end up throwing it at one of them.

"The only reason I don't want you to date is that you’re so innocent, and I don’t want

someone to break your heart, sweetie."

Or break your fucking hymen.

"I'm old enough to know how to choose, and I'm mature enough to face the

responsibilities of my choices, Dad."

My Dad let out a long sigh, and then I saw the hint of a smile forming on his lips.

No! No! No! No fucking way. Come on!

"Okay."

"So… That’s a yes?"

"Yes, Lily, you can say
yes
." He smiled.

Fuck! A million fucking fucks!

"Thanks, Dad. You’re awesome." She bent down and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"You’re welcome, sweetie. "

She did the same with Mom. "Thanks, Mom."

She walked over and stood right in front of me. She was so close I could smell her soft

peach shampoo as she leaned in a little bit, picking my glass up off the small table.