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ผู้เขียน: Namiko Aris
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2026-01-15 19:01:07

Moh’s POV

The afternoon had just been a blur of crazy sensations and a paralyzing, cold dread that keep living rent free inside me. After leaving Julian’s meetings, I retreated to my room, scrubbing my skin until it was raw, trying to wash away the scent of his study and the lingering heat between my thighs. But no amount of soap could erase the memory of the sensation of cumming as I screamed my stepfather’s name or his eyes at breakfast, dark, knowing, and utterly predatory.

And when he a
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  • Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories)   XII

    Moh’s POV The morning light the next blasted me while making it feel like a physical weight. It was too bright, too honest for a house built on shadows. I had dressed with trembling fingers, putting on a thin, white cotton dress that felt like a shroud over my body. Around my neck, the silver locket, the secret-keeper clinked against my skin. It was a heavy, cold reminder of the previous night in the attic. I felt different, my body is different. My body was a map of Julian’s possession. My inner thighs were tender, my skin was sensitive, and there was a deep, dull ache in my core that felt like a permanent mark. I was no longer the girl who had arrived here a few weeks ago. That girl was gone, buried under the weight of Julian’s body. When I walked into the breakfast room, the air was surrounded by the scent of fresh coffee and expensive flowers, which my mother must have made sure were provided. My mother was already there, looking perfect in a silk robe. Julian was at the head o

  • Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories)   XI

    Moh’s POV The attic was not like the rest of the manor. While the lower floors were a testament to Julian’s public-facing power, all marble, mahogany, and vast, open spaces, the attic was cramped, sweltering, and smelled of dust, old cedar, and the sharp tang of linseed oil. It was a graveyard for the things the Thorne family had outgrown, a labyrinth of draped furniture and stacked crates. But it was neat! As much as it could be. And at the very end of the narrow hallway sat the "secondary study." It was a small, circular room at the base of the manor’s north turret. There were no grand bookshelves here, only a single, heavy drafting table and a low, velvet chaise longue that looked like it belonged in a nineteenth-century brothel. The windows were small, diamond-paned, and currently glowing with the bruised purple of twilight. I stood in the doorway, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears. The silence up here was absolute. The rest of the house felt like it was miles away. "You

  • Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories)   X

    Moh’s POV The porcelain of the bathtub felt like ice against my skin, but I didn't turn on the hot water. I needed the chill. I needed to scrub the scent of Julian, that intoxicating mix of expensive sandalwood and raw, spent lust, off my body before my mother walked through the front door. Every movement was a struggle. My inner thighs were tender, the skin chafed from the friction of his trousers, and there was a heavy, persistent ache deep in my pelvis that made my legs tremble. I looked at myself in the mirror, horrified to find my lips weren't just swollen, they were bitten, a dark, bruised red that no amount of lip balm could hide. I heard the crunch of gravel outside. The Mercedes. My heart leapt into my throat, like a frantic and a trapped bird. "Moh! Julian! I'm home!" My mother’s voice drifted up the stairs, bright and buoyant, slicing through the thick, illicit atmosphere of the house like a sharp tool. I threw on a high-necked sweater, even though the morning was warm

  • Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories)   IX

    Moh’s POV The smell of old leather and Julian’s sharp, masculine musk swirled around me as he pinned me against the bookshelf. The spines of the ancient books dug into my shoulder blades, a hard, unyielding reminder of where we were, and who he was. My breath was coming in short, panicked hitches, but my body was screaming for him to fill the void he had created. "Look at me, Moh," he commanded, his voice a low vibration that seemed to rattle my very bones. I looked. His face was a mask of dark, concentrated hunger. He didn't look like my mother’s husband, he looked like a man who had finally dropped the burden of civility. He reached down, his large hand cupping my heat, and then his fingers slid through the slickness between my folds that my pussy had produced while under his desk. "You are fucking shaking," he murmured as his thumb found my clitoris and applying a crushing, rhythmic pressure that made my knees give way. He caught me, his other arm hooking under my thigh and

  • Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories)   VIII

    Moh’s POV The shadows beneath the mahogany desk felt like a confessional, cramped and smelling of expensive leather and the faint, sharp scent of wood polish. I curled into the small space, my heart hammering so hard I feared he could hear it through the floorboards. From this vantage point, all I could see were his legs, long, powerful pillars clad in dark trousers, and the polished gleam of his shoes. The heavy thud of his leather chair settling above me signaled the start of my ordeal. Then came the click of the speakerphone on the desk's surface, followed by the sterile, professional chime of the dialing tone. "This is Julian," he said. His voice was different now, crystalline, cold, and utterly authoritative. It was the voice that moved markets and crushed competitors. It was impossible to reconcile this man with the one who had just told me I tasted like honey. "Good morning, Mr. Thorne," a chorus of voices responded from the speaker. "We have the Hong Kong representativ

  • Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories)   VII

    Moh’s POV The early morning sunlight that filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of my bedroom felt like an intruder. I had spent the night in a fever dream, my skin still humming with the ghost of Julian’s touch. Every time I drifted off, I felt the phantom weight of his fingers in my sensitive parts, the rough silk of his voice against my ears, and the crushing realization of what I had become. I was a predator’s prize. And the worst part. . . the part that made me pull the duvet over my head in a fit of self-loathing, was how much I wanted to be caught again, so i could experience my punishment all over again. I dressed slowly, my body aching in places I had never felt before. There was a dull, throbbing heat between my thighs, a constant reminder of the way he had opened me up on that desk. I chose a simple sundress, something light and innocent, as if cotton and floral prints could mask the corruption blooming beneath my skin. As I walked down the grand staircase, the

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