Semua Bab Forbidden Affairs : Bab 161 - Bab 170

By now, she had stopped wondering when lockdown would end.It didn’t matter.The penthouse had swallowed her whole. Leon and Marcus had twisted her world inside out. She no longer flinched at their commands. She didn’t fight back when they bent her to their will.But tonight, she was going to test the limits.She stood in front of the massive floor-length mirror in the guest suite, adjusting the black silk blouse that was clearly designed to infuriate them. The buttons were undone far too low, exposing a scandalous expanse of cleavage. The skirt—tight, high-slit, practically indecent.It wasn’t defiance. Not really.It was bait.They thought they had broken her. Tonight, she wanted to see just how far she could push them.Her phone pinged.Conference room. Five minutes. Wear something appropriate. — LeonA smirk curled her lips.Perfect.⸻The conference room was sterile. Glass walls. The city lights glittering outside like distant spectators. But tonight, the mood was anything but co

The apartment wasn’t fancy, but it was hers.Mia dragged the last box into the living room, wiping sweat off her brow. The place was small—a one-bedroom tucked in a quiet complex on the city’s edge—but it was the first space she could call her own. After years of sharing dorm rooms, couches, and spare bedrooms, this was independence.But peace?That lasted exactly one night.The first sign of trouble was the thud against the shared wall at midnight.She had just curled into bed, sighing at the blessed quiet, when a soft thump echoed through her headboard. Then another. Then—an unmistakable sound. A woman’s moan, breathy, sharp, and utterly unfiltered.Mia froze, eyes wide in the dark.The walls were thin. Very thin.The rhythm started—a steady, relentless pounding. The bedframe on the other side was slamming into the wall, and with every thrust came another shameless cry of pleasure. It wasn’t like the woman was trying to hold back. She wanted to be heard.And it wasn’t just her.A ma

The cabin was too quiet.Tucked deep into the woods, miles from city lights or cell signals, it should have been peaceful. A perfect retreat. That’s what Olivia kept telling herself as she unpacked the wine glasses, lining them on the rustic kitchen island with trembling hands.But peace didn’t exist when you knew what the weekend was really about.“Relax, babe.” Ethan’s voice floated from the living room, too casual. He lounged back on the leather couch, scrolling through a playlist. His shirt was already undone halfway, chest on display. “It’s just a couples’ weekend. Drinks, some games.”She knew better.Because Maya and Cole weren’t like them.Maya had been a friend at first. Confident, provocative, with a smile that knew too much. Then came the introductions to Cole — Maya’s partner, older by a decade, with a gaze that stripped Olivia bare in seconds. They didn’t hide their nature. Their touch lingered. Their words curled around unspoken invitations.And now, after months of subt

Morning light streamed through the large cabin windows, but the night’s sins clung to the walls like a heavy fog. Olivia sat at the edge of the bed, barely dressed in one of Ethan’s oversized shirts, though it did nothing to cover the bite marks Cole had left on her thighs.Ethan was in the bathroom, the shower running.He hadn’t said much.Last night had stripped something from him—control, pride, maybe both. She should have felt guilty. Instead, she felt electric. Like her skin had been peeled back and nothing could dull her now.She didn’t even flinch when the bedroom door opened without a knock.Cole.He stood in the doorway, casually shirtless, sweatpants hanging dangerously low. His eyes swept over her bare legs, the possessive grin curling his lips when he saw she hadn’t bothered with underwear.“Coffee’s ready,” he said, voice smooth. “Breakfast is optional. I’ve already had my fill of you.”A flush crept up her neck.She followed him into the kitchen, where Maya was perched o

The cabin had never felt colder.Ethan sat in the armchair, head bowed, hands gripping his thighs. His silence was loud, vibrating with frustration and something far worse—helplessness. Every passing hour had chipped away at his pride, and now, there was almost nothing left.Almost.Cole wasn’t done with him.“Ethan.” Cole’s voice was a calm command as he entered the living room, Maya and Olivia flanking him like trophies. “We’re going to play something new tonight.”Ethan didn’t respond.Maya walked over, kneeling between his legs, tilting his chin up with two fingers. “Look at me when I talk to you.”His eyes lifted, but the fire in them was a dying spark.Maya’s smile was all sharp edges. “You’re still clinging to the idea that you have control. So we’re going to teach you how to give it up. Completely.”Cole tossed something onto Ethan’s lap.A blindfold.“Put it on,” Cole said. “And keep your hands behind your back. You don’t get to see what’s yours anymore.”Ethan’s jaw tightene