Todos los capítulos de Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

RafaelIt was finally Saturday. My neck didn’t hurt anymore — not even a little. A full week of lying in bed like a spoiled brat had done the trick. No work, no stress, no anything... until today.Today was stacked.I had to pick up the new car I paid for, and then — as promised — I was going to see Wendy’s grandma. Alone. Wendy was already there, apparently, and had sent me the location earlier this morning.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt, then ran my fingers through my hair one last time. I looked good. Clean, sharp, maybe even too formal for an old lady visit, but whatever. Let them think I’m husband material.The moment I stepped outside and locked the door, his door opened too.Fred.Of course.He looked... Gosh. Immaculate. Black fitted shirt, sleeves rolled, pants hugging those long legs, watch glinting in the sun. And he had the nerve to act casual about it. Like he didn’t know he was turning heads.Our eyes locked.He adjusted his collar and t

FredI gasped, my whole body arching forward as Rafael’s slick fingers moved deeper, curling just right inside me. The honey made everything feel hotter, stickier, wetter—but somehow smoother too. His fingers glided in and out, slow at first, then deeper, more deliberate, drawing shaky moans out of me with every motion.“God… Rafa…” I whimpered, barely able to hold onto his shoulders.He was under me—strong, steady—his back pressed to the seat, his mouth on my chest again, sucking and biting at my nipple like it was the only thing keeping him alive.He poured more honey onto his palm and smoothed it over my waist, my thighs, then between us. My black pants had been tossed aside like an afterthought. We were both completely naked now—our skin slick with sweat and honey, warm and glowing under the last sliver of sunset bleeding through the windshield.He licked a slow trail across my collarbone, and then down, his mouth sticky-sweet, his tongue dragging across my stomach. “You taste lik

FredWe were tangled up in my sheets, his skin warm against mine, the air still heavy with everything we’d just done. I was drawing little circles on his chest with my finger when I finally said it.“I’m really sorry about your car.”Rafael chuckled lowly, his voice still hoarse. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against my lips. “I’ll take care of it.”I nodded, snuggling closer. His arm pulled me tighter against him, and for a moment, everything was perfect. Quiet. Soft. Like we’d finally reached that calm after the storm.And then, of course, his phone rang.He reached for it lazily off the nightstand, glancing at the screen, and I saw it. That look. His entire expression shifted like someone had poured a bucket of cold water over him.“Who is it?” I asked, sitting up slightly.He showed me the screen without a word.WENDY.I froze. “Wait… Wendy?” I echoed.He picked up. “Hello?”Her voice was loud enough for me to hear even from where I sat. “Babe! I’m so excited! Grandm

FredI didn't even think—I just ran.I sprinted for the door like my life depended on it because, holy hell, maybe it did. Who the hell was that? A demon? A lunatic in a dress? Was this how I died—after getting ghosted and humiliated, killed by some shadowy figure with unnaturally shiny teeth?But just as my hand touched the doorknob, something yanked me back—by my hoodie.Not even gently. No.The back of my hood snapped tight like a leash, and the next second, I was flat on the floor, stunned and absolutely certain this was the end of me.“PLEASE don’t kill me!” I yelled, my voice cracking with pure panic. “You can take everything! The TV’s not even that good but—please! Please just let me live, I have like—dreams and stuff!”Then a voice—clear and painfully familiar—cut through the panic like a slap.“What are you talking about?”I blinked.Wait.Wait, wait—I scrambled up, turned on the light, and nearly screamed again.“MOM?!”She stood there, looking way too casual for someone wh

Rafael“Yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, barely there as I looked into his eyes. “Yes, I’m jealous.”Fred’s gaze flickered. He turned his face away, jaw tight. “You don’t need to know who was with me. I don’t even want to tell you. Just let me be.”“Fred—”“You were with Wendy,” he cut in sharply, coldly. “And I was with someone who cared. Is that a better explanation?”That did it.Something in me snapped.My vision blurred, not from the alcohol, but from the rage that twisted inside me like wildfire. My chest burned. My blood boiled. My fists clenched, my entire body shaking with jealousy, fury, and pain.Fred turned to reach for the stove, probably trying to walk away, but I was already moving.I grabbed his face. Rough. Hard. “Let me go,” he barked, voice cracking. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.I kissed him.No… I crashed into him.A violent, raw, possessive kiss. Not gentle. Not sweet. It was a war. My lips against his. My hands tangled in his hair, my body pressed into his like I