Semua Bab Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Bab 11 - Bab 20

RonanThe room was dimly lit, thick with cigar smoke and the low murmur of voices. My father sat at the head of the long mahogany table, flanked by the older capos and lieutenants, his sharp eyes sweeping across the room like a lion surveying his pride. I sat just beside him—his son, the heir, the shadow he was grooming to take his place."Our operation at the port is tightening up," he said, his voice firm. "No more slip-ups. I want the next shipment moved cleanly. No delays, no questions."The men nodded, murmuring their agreement. I leaned back, arms crossed, nodding along—at least pretending to listen. But the longer he spoke, the further my mind drifted.It started slow. A flicker. A spark.Liam.That night.The soft catch of his breath. The way his hands gripped my shoulders. The look in his eyes like he saw something in me I’d tried to bury for years.Goddamn it.My jaw tightened, and I shifted in my seat, forcing my legs to stay still. But the images wouldn’t stop. Liam under

RonanThe scent of something burning snapped me out of my thoughts."Shit," I muttered, yanking the pot off the stove. The sauce had started to stick, bubbling way too fast for my liking. Chloe was the one who wanted dinner—so why the hell did she leave me to deal with it? She said she was just going to grab drinks. That was nearly an hour ago. I should've known better.I hated cooking. I hated the heat, the mess, the wait. And now everything reeked of garlic and frustration.I wiped my hands on the towel, just as the front door opened.Finally.Relief surged through me... only to dissolve the moment I saw who stepped in.It wasn’t just Chloe.It was Liam.He was standing beside her, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Eyes on the floor. Shoulders stiff. Mouth tight. He looked... guilty. Good. He should be.Chloe grinned like she’d just brought home a stray dog. "Guess who I ran into? My baby brother. He was in the neighborhood. I think he missed me already."I didn’t say anyth

LiamI was in the room Chloe had prepared for me—some guest room tucked deep inside their overly quiet, overly perfect house. Big enough to get lost in, cold enough to remind me where I stood. I’d already washed off the mess from earlier, dried myself, and changed into some spare clothes she found for me. Still didn’t make me feel clean. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning like a broken record. Sleep wasn’t coming anywhere near me.So, I reached for my phone.Instagram, reels, nothing interesting. My mind was too loud. That was when Fred messaged.Fred: Hey?Me: Oh, hey.Fred: Are you back home?Me: Actually... no.Fred: What?Me: My sister lives on your street. She saw me, asked me to come have dinner. I ended up staying over.Fred: Wow, cool. You could take me to work tomorrow morning. My car's acting up again. I'm going to drop it off at the mechanic tomorrow as well.Me: Hmmm... about that...Fred: What?Me: My car got stolen. Can’t find it.There was a

RonanMy body jerked as I came, hard. The pleasure ripped through me like a damn freight train, every muscle tightening while my cock twitched between Liam’s lips. He swallowed... every last drop... and I couldn’t fucking breathe.My eyes shot up to the ceiling, chest heaving. What the hell just happened?I blinked, trying to process, still dizzy from the release. When I looked down again, Liam was there—his head resting on my thigh, sleeping like nothing had just happened. Like he hadn’t just sucked me off in the middle of the goddamn night.I froze for a second, stunned... then reached down and nudged him off my lap, careful but firm. He mumbled something incoherent as I stood and scooped him up. My heart was pounding like I’d just committed a crime.I carried him out of the room afterwards quietly. The hallway felt cold, darker than usual. My feet hit the floor too loud, too fast.We got to the corridor, and just then, Liam stirred. His lashes fluttered and he opened his eyes, slow

LiamI don’t know how we got here—how I ended up face down on this bed, skin flushed and nerves burning—but Ronan said it was my fault. He said I had started something I didn’t even remember. That he was only giving me what I clearly wanted.I barely had time to argue.Now his cock was driving me wild, rough and greedy as he spread me open with no mercy. My fingers curled, fists locking tight around the sheets as I groaned into the pillow. He was relentless, like he was punishing me… or punishing himself."Ronan..." I gasped, my voice shaky, almost breaking.Behind me, he growled, lifting his face just enough to say, "Don't call my name."His voice was rough, dark, laced with something I couldn't name—anger, lust, guilt, maybe all three. Then he was pressing in, slick with some kind of kitchen oil he’d grabbed without thinking. I barely registered it—just the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming heat as he pushed in deep.My mouth fell open, but no sound came out—just a breathy gasp. H