Semua Bab Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories): Bab 41 - Bab 50

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m under a lot of pressure. My wife wants kids—I’m the problem, and it’s killing me.” His voice breaks. “Sometimes… I wonder if it’s because of us… The things we did.” “That’s not it,” I cut in coldly. “How can you be so sure?” “I’m the doctor, asshole.” I step closer, voice low but steady. “Now, if you don’t mind, allow me to do my job. This exam isn’t for your guilt trip—it’s for your health.” He nods, swallowing hard. “Whatever. Let’s get this over with.” “Good.” He has no idea this exam isn’t about his prostate at all. It’s about what he did to me. About the nights I lay awake listening to the silence he left behind. About the pieces I had to sew back together with the same hands that now fit into these gloves. He sits on the edge of the table, shoulders tight and jaw locked. His eyes move over everything in the room except me: the tray, the wall chart, the gray sky outside. I almost pity him for a second. Almost. “You’re tense

She shrugs out of her coat first, letting the crisp fabric slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine.The blouse follows, lifted over her head in one elegant motion. It catches briefly on her hair before falling away, revealing the curve of her torso beneath the snug black bra now paired with the high-cut panties.It’s not just her body that captivates, it’s the raw dangerous energy radiating from her.Her hands finally reach for the bra, undoing it with practiced ease before trailing down to the panties and teasing them off slowly until she’s entirely bare. She stands before me, every curve exposed, poised, terrifying and unbearably beautiful.Every glance a promise I can’t refuse.“I need to make sure you never forget this touch again,” she says, her voice low and husky, entirely devoid of the cold clinical tone. “And you’re going to keep shut, Dean. You don’t speak unless I give you permission.”I nod slightly and swallow hard. The word ‘Yes’ forms

~ Chloe ~“No, no, no,” Dean mumbles as his phone keeps buzzing. “That’s my wife. That’s definitely my wife.”He’s pale and terrified. Typical Dean.That woman definitely has him leashed.“Just ignore it,” I say, taking my mouth off his cock.“Ig—ignore? I can’t. I have to take her call. I always do.” His head jerks from side to side, like he’s trying to tear off the blindfold without using his hands.“Stay still,” I snap, stepping closer.My heels click against the floor; the room is too cold for bare skin, and his breath fogs faintly in the air.“You will not take that call while you’re under me.”His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, blindfolded and quivering. “But… I have to… she—”I lean down so my lips hover near his ear. “No one else matters right now. Only me. Do you hear me?”He nods and stills, but the panic hasn’t left his body.Good. I need him trembling. It’s the only way I can breathe around what I’ve done.The phone stops ringing and I close my hand around his cock agai

I really wanted to do something reckless last night, but I didn’t. As mad as I was about finding out Charles has been cheating on me, I just couldn’t.It’s humiliating how instinctively loyal I am. Like my body refuses to betray a man who already betrayed me.The kitchen smells like toasted bread and coffee when I walk in. Morning light pools on the marble counters like something holy.Exhaustion drapes over me; my head throbs, my heart feels… hollow.Eli, the chef, is already plating breakfast. He’s younger than most of the staff here, probably twenty six. Tall, warm brown skin, arms roped with lean muscle from kneading dough and lifting pans. A small gold cross hangs around his neck.I’ve never really looked at him before. Not properly.He glances at me and his eyes soften a little.“You didn’t sleep,” he says.“That obvious?” I murmur.He quirks his eyebrow as if he knows there’s more I’m not saying but I don’t give him anything.He clears his throat. “Everything alright?”I stare

He kisses me like he’s starving, and I match him breath for breath.“Was it that obvious that I wanted you?” he murmurs against my mouth, his accent thick.“Yes. I’ve noticed for a while now.” I breathe.“I see how the boss treats you, and I hate it. I fucking hate it,” he says, jaw tightening.He presses me back into the bed, and every inch of me thrums under his touch.I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, and letting every thought of Charles fade away.“Shh… He doesn’t matter right now,” I whisper, and I mean it. “What matters is this. You—us.”“Good,” he says, low and certain. “Because I’ll make you feel what he never could.”His words go straight to my core and I clench him tighter, heat pooling like fire.Sunlight slants through the blinds, catching tiny specks floating in the cool air. His cologne mingling with the faint scent of the sheets.“Please… I can’t wait anymore,” I plead.He murmurs against my skin at the base of my neck, teeth grazing, lips sucking lightly.