All Chapters of Forbidden Affairs : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

The night air always smelled like detergent and asphalt.She hated this shift. The graveyard slot at the self-service car wash on the edge of nowhere. Quiet. Lonely. Too much space for her thoughts to echo.Her neon vest clung to her sweat-slicked body. Her tank top was damp from the mist drifting off the water jets. Her cutoff shorts stuck to her skin like a second layer of shame.Midnight passed. No one ever came this late. Just ghosts and drunks with muddy tires.She liked it that way.Until headlights rolled in.Blacked-out SUV. Tinted windows. Loud engine.It pulled into Bay 3 and stopped.She frowned.No one got out.The doors stayed shut. The engine kept running.She waited. Five minutes. Ten.Then the window rolled down halfway.He didn’t speak. Just held out a black card and dropped it on the concrete. It slid toward her boot.She bent to pick it up.“Wash it.”The voice was deep. Calm. No emotion.She froze.“Now,” he added.She should’ve refused. Reported him. Locked the ga

The next time he came, she was ready.No panties. No bra. Just her work shirt unbuttoned to the middle of her chest and shorts that didn’t hide anything. She didn’t clock in. Didn’t even grab the foam wand.She waited.Bay 3.Midnight.The SUV pulled in with a deep purr. Its engine rumbled like a living thing. Its windows were down just enough to let her see his eyes.He didn’t speak.Just tilted his head once.She stepped in.No hesitation.He didn’t drive this time.He opened the door and dragged her across his lap, her knees digging into the leather. His fingers ran under her shirt, found her bare breasts. No words. Just breath.Then he whispered in her ear.“Get out. Go to the tunnel.”Her breath hitched.“The main tunnel?”He said nothing.She stepped out of the car, legs already shaking, and crossed the lot barefoot.The wash tunnel stood at the end of the drive line. Steel. Loud. Alive.She hit the override switch like he taught her last time.Red lights blinked to green.The b

The parking lot was hotter than hell.Sun beating down. Asphalt melting under bare feet. Pop music thumping from the wireless speaker someone jammed into a red bucket full of foam. Girls danced with sponges in their hands, their shorts soaked, tank tops clinging like second skin.It was supposed to be cute. A sorority fundraiser. Good, clean fun.But my tank top was too tight. My shorts were riding up. And the second he pulled into the lot, everything stopped feeling innocent.Matte black truck. Tinted windows. Slow crawl to a stop in Bay Two.I stared.The door opened.And there he was.My dad’s best friend.I hadn’t seen him in three years. Not since the last family barbecue. Not since I was too young to matter. Back then, he was softer. Friendly. He used to call me “trouble” and ruffle my hair like I was a kid.Now?Now he looked like sin.Tall. Broader than I remembered. Black t-shirt stretched over arms that looked carved from stone. A trimmed beard that made him look like someon

I wasn’t sure what I expected when he said, “You’re coming with me tonight.”But it wasn’t this.Not the neon glow of midnight headlights.Not the warehouse parking lot pulsing with music and engines.Not dozens of men—young and old—standing around shiny hoods, gripping beer bottles, and looking like the devil dropped them off.Definitely not the way he pulled me out of his truck by the wrist and walked me across cracked pavement like he was proud of what he had leashed beside him.But most of all, I didn’t expect the stares.Every man at that underground car meet looked at me like they could smell it on me.The sweat.The soaked thighs.The bruises beneath the fabric of the oversized hoodie he made me wear—but didn’t let me zip.The collar.He hadn’t said the word. Hadn’t called it that. But the thin leather wrapped around my neck and buckled in the back was obvious.It didn’t need a tag.Everyone knew what it meant.And every man who looked at me…Every man who licked his lips or le

The ride to the garage was silent.But nothing about the silence felt calm.Jenna sat in the backseat, thighs pressed tight together, nipples visibly hard under her thin white tank. She didn’t speak. Didn’t flirt. Didn’t breathe too loudly.Not after he told her how this would go.He owned me. That was never in question.But if she wanted a taste, she had to be obedient.He made that very clear.“You don’t touch her unless I say. You don’t touch me unless I allow it. You don’t come until I give the word. Do you understand?”Jenna’s answer came as a whispered yes, her breath shallow and needy.And now here we were.Back in his garage.Doors locked.Lights low.And the room already heavy with the scent of oil, sweat, and want.He opened the door for me.Didn’t help me down. Just waited.I stepped out, barefoot, bruised, plugged.Still his.He opened the back door for her next.She stepped out slowly, eyes darting around like she was waiting for someone to stop this. Like it wasn’t too l