All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasures (MxM): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LiamI didn’t tell them I was back.Not Chloe, not Ronan.I had landed this morning, but something about just showing up—watching their eyes light up instead of waiting for a phone call or text—felt right. Maybe selfish. But I missed him.God, I missed him.It was already night now. I had dinner at my place, something light. My heart was too full to eat properly anyway. I kept checking the time like a teenager on his way to his first date. The hoodie I threw on barely did anything against the soft chill, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to walk. Their place wasn’t far, and the night air felt good in my lungs.The streets were alive.Warm light spilled out from shop windows, laughter bounced between the buildings, and the hum of the city felt more comforting than it ever had. Maybe it was because I knew I’d be seeing him soon. Maybe it was the hope that just maybe, he’d smile when he saw me.I turned onto one of the side roads near their street when I saw it—a little cart set up under a str

LiamI couldn't sleep.I was just lying there, rolling from side to side, sheets tangled between my legs like they were mocking me. My chest felt heavy. My mind wouldn’t shut up. I kept replaying it — that moment. Ronan’s arms around her. That kiss. That look he gave me. Like I was no one. Like he’d never known me. Like I never mattered.God, it hurt.I tried not to think about it. I really tried. I even closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe, to pretend I was somewhere else, somewhere far away. But that made it worse. Because no matter how far I imagined going, he was still there. In my head. Kissing someone else.Eventually, I got up. Couldn’t take it anymore.I dragged myself to the cellar. I didn’t even care what I grabbed. Something strong. Vodka, maybe. Whiskey? I didn't check. I just poured it into a glass and started drinking.Maybe if I got drunk enough, I could forget. Numb it out. Erase his voice, his laugh, the way he used to say my name like it meant something. Like

RonanI was still in the damn closet—cramped, dark, and suffocating. My fists slammed against the wooden panels so hard, the vibrations rattled through my bones.“Liam! Open this door right now if you don’t want me to actually get really mad at you!”No response. Just muffled voices, and that only made my blood boil. I kicked, punched, even rammed my shoulder against the door until finally—crack—the lock gave way. The door flung open, and I stumbled out, chest heaving with fury.I stormed down the stairs, every step echoing with the storm in my chest. “Liam, I swear to God, if you think this is funny, I’m going to make you regret it. Who the hell locks someone in a damn closet?!”But my rant died on my tongue the moment I reached the bottom of the stairs.There he was. Liam. Pinned against the armrest of the couch. And that same greasy, smug-faced whale I’d seen weeks ago—the one who gave me a weird vibe back then—was trying to kiss him. His hands were on Liam. Pressing, groping, forc

Liam“Take it off,” I whispered again, my voice cracking with desire.Ronan complied. He slowly peeled off his pants, as if he wanted me to suffer, knowing that the sight of his thick cock springing free would make my mouth water and my legs tremble.And damn, he was right.My breath hitched. My eyes dropped down, and I just stared.“Shit… Ronan,” I whispered, unable to hide how wrecked I already was.He smirked, his eyes heavy-lidded and full of fire. “Thought you were done with me, pretty boy.”I swallowed hard but couldn’t speak. My body arched up from the bed, begging to be touched, kissed, devoured.Ronan came over me like a storm. His hands were everywhere—sliding up my chest, fingers grazing my nipples until I gasped and arched into his touch.“Still sensitive here, huh?” he growled, tweaking one hard nub while his mouth sucked at the other. My body jerked, pleasure so sharp it made me cry out.I reached for his shoulders, gripping tight as his mouth moved lower. He kissed a pa

RonanLiam’s fingers wrapped around mine, pulling me toward the bed with a look in his eyes that screamed hunger. Before I could even smirk too long, he gave me a shove—gentle but firm—pushing me flat onto the mattress. And then... he climbed on top of me like he owned me.I groaned low in my throat the moment he sank down on my cock, taking all of me in with a slow, torturous drag. My hands flew to his hips, gripping him hard, fingers digging into his skin. He started moving—riding me—bouncing slow at first, teasing us both. Fuck, he was so tight, so warm. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.And then I felt it.His cock was sliding against my stomach as he moved, hard and leaking, smearing slick across my skin every time he bounced down. The mess of it, the feel, the sight—it made something animal snap in me. I growled his name, jaw clenched, heart slamming against my ribs.He threw his head back, moaning, and I reached up, gripping his waist harder, meeting every drop with a thrust fro