Forbidden Pleasures (MxM) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

LiamI didn’t mean to ignore Joel for so long… I just didn’t know what to say anymore. Every time I saw his name pop up, guilt twisted in my gut, and I’d toss my phone aside. But then… that last message?“If you don’t see me, I’ll hurt myself again. I swear it.”He sent a photo along with it—red lines etched across his thigh, half-covered in gauze. My chest clenched tight. No matter how much I wanted to pretend the past didn’t matter, I couldn’t ignore that. I couldn’t ignore him.I texted back quickly, asking where he was. The second he dropped a location, I didn’t even think—I grabbed my phone and bolted out of the guest room, rushing down the stairs so fast I didn’t even register Ronan sitting there on the couch.Did he see me? I don’t know. I couldn’t bring myself to look.The air outside was thick and cold against my flushed skin, but I didn’t stop. I hailed the first taxi I saw, yanked the door open—and froze when I saw Fred already sitting inside.“Liam?” he blinked at me in su

RonanI had one plan today—absolutely nothing. I was knee-deep in bubbles in the jacuzzi, a chilled glass of red wine in hand, and not a care in the world. For once, the house was quiet. No person pacing. No calls buzzing. Just steam, wine, and peace.Until my phone rang.I groaned, setting the wine on the ledge as I wiped my hand dry and grabbed the vibrating device. One glance at the screen, and my peace shattered.Dad.“Yeah?” I answered, not even trying to hide the annoyance in my tone.“Ronan,” his deep voice rumbled through the phone, “I need you to pick up something. From the Mirage Hotel.”I leaned back with a sigh. “Can’t one of the guys go instead? I’m kinda…occupied.”“It’s contraband. Sensitive shit. I trust you more than I trust those clowns.” There was a beat. “You’re my heir. Act like it.”That line again. I gritted my teeth. “What is it?”“Package. No questions. Don’t open it. Don’t talk to anyone. Go in, get it, get out. I’ll text you the dealer’s name and room number

LiamMy voice caught in my throat. I bit my bottom lip hard and shook my head once, slowly.“Good,” Ronan said, turning back to the man like it was settled. Like my silence had bought him the freedom to do whatever he wanted—even if it killed me inside.I turned my face away again, forcing my eyes to stay locked on the marble pattern on the floor. I tried to distract myself… count the tiles, think about the weather, anything but the sound I was hearing.But then the groans started.Wet, slurping noises. Moans. Heavy breathing. The unmistakable rhythm of pleasure happening right behind me. My entire body stiffened—except for the one part that decided now was the perfect time to betray me.I squeezed my thighs together, silently cursing myself for reacting to him. To Ronan.I didn’t want to look. I shouldn’t have looked.But I did.I turned my head just a little—just enough to see him leaning back, two women on their knees between his spread legs. One licking up his abdomen, the other m

LiamMy breathing was still ragged, my body humming with aftershocks, when I felt his fingers curl around my hips again.“Ronan....” I rasped, barely able to get the word out. “You already came.”He didn’t answer at first. Just pressed closer, chest to my back, his cock already hard again—thick, hot, impossible. My eyes widened.How the hell?“I should stop,” he muttered finally, low and guttural. “I told you—I’m not into guys.”I let out a bitter laugh. “Right. That’s why you’re still hard.... That’s why you just came in me and you’re still—”He shoved back in before I could finish. One smooth thrust, buried to the hilt.I screamed.His hand flew up to cover my mouth. “Shhh.... You want them hearing us?”But I didn’t care. My toes curled. My head dropped forward as he began to fuck me again—harder this time. Rough. Like he was mad at me. Or himself.“Why?” I gasped against his palm. “Why do you keep doing this if you’re not—”“Because I can’t stop,” he growled into my ear, thrusting

RonanI heard the elevator doors groan open, finally. Fresh air rushed in, and I blinked against the brightness spilling from the corridor lights.We’d fixed ourselves up the best we could—Liam’s shirt was still wrinkled, my belt clumsily fastened. But no one said a word. Not the two maintenance guys who got the doors unstuck. Not the security team. Not the hotel staff standing a respectful distance away like they hadn’t heard the sinful symphony echoing through those metal walls.But that’s the thing—they had. I knew they had. And not a single soul dared meet my eyes.Because I was Ronan fucking De Cruz—the Mafia heir. And Liam? The golden son of a billionaire tycoon. If people knew better, they looked away.We left without a word.Now, I sat at the back of Liam’s sleek black Mercedes, staring out the window like I could watch the tension steam off the glass. My body still ached from the way we’d tangled in that elevator. I could still feel him around me—tight, hot, trembling. My fin