Semua Bab MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Adrain’s POVI’m Adrian.My parents call me many things—son, heir, future leader of the family empire. But they also call me stubborn. Because I refuse to give them the one thing they want the most: a wife who can give them a child to carry on our legacy.I’ve never been interested. Not in women. Not in men. Maybe not in anyone. Or maybe I just never cared enough to look. Love, marriage, family—it all sounded like a trap. Like a prison.Until yesterday.Yesterday was chaos. My cousin dragged me to a club I would never step into on my own. Too loud. Too wild. Not my kind of scene. But he wouldn’t let me say no. He kept pushing, kept teasing. And then—God knows how—he slipped something into my drink.I was usually very councious of my surroundings when I went out. Because of my status. It would be a big shame if anyone caught me messing around. Or losing control of myself at a club or anywhere. And so I had to live up to the standard that my parents had built for me. I carried m

Amelia’s POVWhen Adrain’s mouth met mine. It was hot and rough and I loved it so much that I lost my sense of reasoning. Adrian’s kiss was not soft. It was careful. It was hungry. Claiming. And God help me, I wanted it.My hands were holding his suit jacket like my life was hanging on it. I pulled him closer. And his palms kept moving from my thighs to my ass. Squeezing on my soft skin gently. Like it was something precious. He moved his hands under my skirt. And he pushed it up. the back of my legs pressed on the cold metal at the edge of his glass table. “Adrian—“ I gasped. As I broke the kiss for just a second. But he did not give me space to even think. He moved his lips to my throat. He was sucking on it. Biting lightly. And leaving fire in their trail. My head fell backwards. I bit my lips to stop the moans but they came out of me before I could stop it. “You feel it too,” he said it against my skin. His warm breathe touched me sending a wave of heat through me. “Don’

Adrian’s POVI had just sent Amelia out of my office. My chest was still heavy. My blood was still hot. I rested on my desk and I was staring at the floor where all the papers had fallen to. Her scent was still in the air. And the ghost of her lips were still on mine. And my mind was still a mess.I tried to focus, but all I could hear was the echo of her moans on my desk. And that was when the door opened without knocking.Of course. Only one idiot in this world had the audacity to walk into my office like that.“Cousin!” Otis said like he was singing a song. He walked inside like he owned it. He had a lollipop in his mouth and his shirt was buttoned up halfway. “Your face looks like a man who has not slept in three days. What going on here? Don’t tell me that you have been crying over work. Oh. Wait. You don’t cry.” He fell on the seat in front of mine. The one that Amelia had just left. He spread his legs wide and his foot was tapping on the floor. Restlessly. Like he was

Talia’s povI didn’t sleep that night.How could I, after what just happened?Every time I closed my eyes. I felt his lips on mine again. Rough. Demanding. Way too good. Every time I pulled away in my head. I just kept remembering how I pulled him back instead.Max Carter. The one guy I swore that I could not stand. The one guy. That made my blood boil. Everytime that he opened his mouth.And now he was the one guy. That had me turning and tossing. In my own bed. Replaying every second of that kiss. Like it was just happening.I buried my face in my pillow. And I groaned. “God. What is wrong with me?”The memory of his grin after we broke apart. It made my chest to feel tight. That cocky smirk. Like he knew exactly how much he got under my skin. And the worst part? He was right.I hated him. But my body hadn’t listened.Not one bit.The next morning came. I didn’t know when I slept off, but when I woke up. I told myself that last night was a mistake. And that I was not going to let it

Talia’s povI stood at the doorway. I was trying my best to look very calm. Even though my heart was beating like crazy.Max was laying down lazily on the bed. One of his arm was behind his head. And the other one was holding his phone.Not a single sign of sickness.I folded my arms. “You look terrible,” I said flatly.He grinned without looking up. “Yeah? Must be the side effect of skipping school.”“So you’re not sick?”He finally looked at me, eyes slow and lazy. “Did you actually believe that?”I glared. “Coach sent me to check on you, idiot.”“Well,” he said, sitting up, “consider me checked.”He looked good. Too good. Hair messy. t-shirt clinging to his chest. sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The kind of picture that made my stomach tighten for no reason.“You really came all this way just to nag?” he teased.I rolled my eyes and stepped inside. “I could’ve gone home.”He sat up. With his elbows on his knees. Watching me with a very playful smirk. “But you didn’t.”“I had to