Lahat ng Kabanata ng Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: Kabanata 291 - Kabanata 300

A crazy game of truth or dare (15)Rob knew exactly what was happening. He'd seen it before—men like Steve always played the same game. That’s why Rob had steered them back to the suite, where Emma was dressed like a slut and playing her role. “Bet the mini bar’s stocked,” Rob said casually, smirking. “Grab us a couple beers, babe.” He punctuated it with a sharp slap on her ass as she walked toward the mini fridge, bent over in that little skirt that barely covered her. He turned back to Steve with a grin. “Free beer and a great view… A guy can’t complain.”Steve gave him a knowing smile, but his eyes lingered on Emma. She could feel the heat of his stare as she fished around inside the fridge.“Here you go,” Emma said sweetly, handing them the cold bottles. She knew the game. She knew the stakes. If Rob lost this deal, he wouldn’t just be angry—he’d punish her for it. Maybe not right away, but he’d find a reason. She understood exactly what he was capable of.Rob’s phone lit up, an

A crazy game of truth or dare (17)Emma stepped out of the shower, her skin still damp, her reflection staring back at her like a stranger in the mirror. What the hell was she doing? Here she was—a married woman—having just scrubbed another man's cum off her body. A man she'd only just met. A man she'd fucked in a cheap hotel room while her husband's best friend watched.Her gaze dropped to her wedding ring. The sight of it made her stomach twist. Disgust churned through her, hot and bitter. No matter how many ways she tried to justify it—how many excuses she told herself—there was no denying the truth: some part of her was enjoying this. And that terrified her.Why? How had it come to this?She wrapped a towel around herself, inhaling deeply before stepping back into the room. There was no point in sorting any of it out now. She just had to get through tonight… and figure out an escape later.“No need for the towel, Emma. I’ve seen it all before.” Rob’s laugh was casual, cruel.She f

A crazy game of truth or dare (19)"I'm, erm… just going to have a cigarette," Emma said with a small smile, addressing the group around her. She wasn’t a regular smoker—only when drinking or under heavy stress—but tonight, she had bought a pack on the way to the hotel, knowing it would give her an easy excuse to slip away from situations like this.She spotted the "Smokers Area" sign and made her way down the corridor toward the exit, relieved to be alone for a moment. But as she reached the door, she became aware of footsteps behind her. When she turned slightly, two men from the group—ones she hadn't interacted with much—were right behind her. They both smiled, following her outside.The smoking area was small, consisting of just two tables with metal chairs and a couple of outdoor heaters glowing faintly in the evening chill. Emma moved to the farthest corner and lit her cigarette, hoping for a few moments of solitude. That, of course, didn’t happen. The two men joined her almost

A crazy game of truth or dare (21)"You always look like a slut, Emma—with your big hair and your fake tits. You dress like a slut. Does Sarah dress like you? No. She dresses like a good wife. That’s why she’s at home right now, being a good wife."Emma didn't think she dressed slutty. She always tried to look nice, so she’d never go without heels or boots. She was happy with her body—not in a cocky way, just content with how she looked. She had a nice wardrobe full of clothes she felt good in. She didn’t think that made her a slut."And as for what you and Jason do, well, I’m making my own stories with you now, aren’t I?" Rob laughed, gripping her hair and yanking her head back."Open your mouth, slut."Emma obeyed as he held her tightly in his grip, then spit into her open mouth."You’re a fucking wank fantasy, Emma. Nothing more. I have no emotions in this. So if it becomes too much hassle or hard work? If it gets boring? I’ll move on to someone else. And rest assured, the moment

Lily and David had been trying for a baby for over a year, and each month that passed without a positive test felt like another question mark hanging over them. They had finally decided to see a specialist, hoping for clarity—hoping that maybe it was just a simple issue of timing.When they arrived at Dr. Simons’ office, the waiting room was bright and serene, but both of them sat in silence, trying to steady their nerves. David, always the optimist, broke the silence first, giving Lily’s hand a squeeze.“Maybe we’re just overthinking this,” he said. “People go years without getting it right, then—boom—pregnant.”Lily forced a smile, though inside, she felt the weight of her fears. What if it wasn’t that simple?Soon, Dr. Simons, a kind-eyed woman with a warm smile, stepped into the waiting room and called them back. In her office, she gestured for them to sit, settling in across from them with a comforting, steady presence.“I know this process can feel overwhelming,” she began, “but