Semua Bab Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Bab 31 - Bab 40

RonanThe sound of skin slapping skin cracked through the room. Liam cried out, his back arching, his ass pushing back like he needed more.And I gave him more.I grabbed his hips and began to thrust. Hard. Deep. Relentless. Each drive of my cock into his body was a punishment—and a prayer. A goodbye wrapped in the filthiest rhythm I could manage.“This what you wanted?” I growled, bending over him. “You love being used like this?”He gasped, nodded, his voice trembling. “Yes—yes, f–fuck—I love it—”“Louder.”“I love it!” he shouted, panting between each word as I wrecked him. “I love your cock—I love it when you fuck me like this—”That did it. I snapped.I dragged him off the table, turned him around so I could see his face, and bent him back over the same surface, never once pulling out. His legs wrapped around my waist, and I slammed into him even harder now, pounding him with desperate precision.I grabbed his throat tightly, just enough to feel his pulse, and leaned in to kiss h

LiamHours had passed. The sky outside Ronan’s window was bruised with dusk, and I was in my room—finally alone. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache. Every inch of me felt used, marked, raw.I rolled onto my side with a groan, wincing. “God…”My skin was sticky with dried sweat. My thighs were sore. My ass… well, yeah. Let’s just say walking wasn’t on the agenda.Ronan had told me earlier before he arranged everywhere, right after we’d finished, "This was the last time. We need space. I need to figure my shit out."It was said like a decision, not a request.I wasn’t allowed to leave tonight, though. He asked—no, told—me to stay until tomorrow. To sleep here one last time. I didn’t argue. Not because I agreed. But because I didn’t trust my voice to say otherwise.When I heard the front door open and Chloe’s heels click across the marble floor, I pulled on a hoodie and made my way out. My body screamed in protest.She spotted me first and smiled. “Liam! You’re still h

RonanI slammed the door shut behind me and went straight to the room, not bothering to turn on the lights. The weight on my chest felt heavier than usual. I didn’t even think twice—just peeled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and collapsed onto the bed.Silence. That’s all I wanted. Just a minute where I didn’t have to think about Liam. About his voice. About the way he looked at me this morning like I was nothing but a stranger.But of course, peace didn’t last.The door creaked open and Chloe walked in. I turned my head, startled. “You were at home?”She gave a little nod, brushing hair off her shoulder. “Yeah. I was in the kitchen.”“Alright,” I muttered, turning away again.A second later, she spoke up, “I thought you had a meeting.”I kept my voice casual. “I did. It was short. Dad just needed to pass along some info, that’s all.”She nodded like she understood, even though she probably didn’t. Then, after a moment, she said, “Do you want fruits? I bought some apples yesterday

LiamWhat the hell am I doing?His scent… his taste… it was all over me again. And as I worked my mouth over him, my mind wouldn't stop spiraling. This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was.When Fred had asked me that uncomfortable question that morning, I should have known my day would be bad. I just had to tell him the guy by my car was my brother-in-law and immediately, he apologized.I should’ve been home, curled up under a blanket, recovering from a shitstorm of a day. But no. The pipe had to burst. The entire floor flooded like my life hadn’t already gone underwater the moment my dad humiliated me.I could still hear him barking across the conference table, “You speak to me like that again, Liam, and I’ll cut you off.” And he did. Right there in front of the board. Blocked my damn card like I was still fifteen. I shouldn’t have even needed his money anymore… but I was too soft to break away completely. Coward.Then Fred… sweet, patient Fred. He’d asked if I was okay. I’d

RonanI hadn’t said a word since dinner started.Chloe had made something fancy—steamed vegetables, grilled chicken, some expensive wine I didn’t touch. Liam sat across from me, quiet too, like he knew not to open his mouth. Good. He should know. After what happened, it was better this way. He wasn’t anything. Just a fuck. A release. That’s all I wanted him to be.And yet, his presence still grated on me.Then Chloe spoke. “Ronan, are you mad at me?”I paused, fork halfway to my mouth. Her voice dragged me out of the fog I’d been buried in. I glanced at her. Blank. Cold. Like always. That poker face I’d perfected long before I ever met her.She tried again, sounding a little smaller. “Are you mad that I brought my brother over?”I let out a breath—long, controlled. Then shrugged. “He’s your brother, and my brother-in-law. Why would I be mad?”That wasn’t a lie. Not completely. It was just easier to let her think that than deal with the storm behind my ribs.“But please,” I added, tone