Todos os capítulos de Forbidden Affairs : Capítulo 281 - Capítulo 290

The hallway to the guest wing was quiet, the kind of quiet that made the air hum against the skin. The men walked behind her, their footsteps slow and deliberate on the polished floor. She didn’t know if it was the low light or their silence, but the house itself felt like it was holding its breath.Richard’s hand rested on the small of her back as he guided her down the hallway. He wasn’t rushing. He never did. He led her like someone leading a possession.The door to the guest room opened with a soft push.Inside, the light was dim. Candles flickered on the nightstands, their shadows stretching long across the walls. The heavy curtains were drawn tight. The bed, wide and perfectly made with crisp white sheets, waited in the center of the room like an invitation.Logan was the first to step in after her. He removed his jacket without looking at her, rolling his sleeves up to his forearms. Julian followed, a quiet grin pulling at his mouth. Peter closed the door behind them, turning t

The candles had burned out.The room was quieter than it had been all night. The air still held their scent, thick and warm against her skin. Ariana lay on the bed, limp and silent, the blindfold now untied but still lying near her hand. Her wrists were red where their hands had held her down. Her body felt strange — not just sore, but marked in ways that had nothing to do with bruises.She could hear them moving around the room. Slow. Unhurried. Like men who knew they’d taken what they wanted and weren’t sorry for it. Logan was the first to pull on his shirt, buttons clicking softly in the dim light. Julian finished the last sip of his drink from the corner chair. Peter adjusted his cufflinks like this was any other night.Richard stood closest to the bed, watching her. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His silence felt heavier than any touch.She sat up slowly, the sheet slipping down her body. The cool air met her warm skin, sending a shiver through her. She pulled the fab

Cassia stood in front of the mirror in the on-call room, her white coat hanging untouched on the hook beside her. She couldn’t bring herself to put it on. Not after what happened yesterday in his office. Her fingers still twitched with the ghost of his gloves. Her thighs still pressed together at night, trying to recreate the feeling of his precision touches. Nothing worked. Not her fingers. Not the shower. Not the pillow she had bitten down on to muffle her cries of need.She hadn’t been called back by Dr. Crane. Not all day. But that changed the moment her shift ended.A message had appeared on her pager.“Report to exam room 3. Do not be late.”No name. Just room 3. And still, she knew exactly who it was from.Cassia’s pulse throbbed in her neck as she walked through the quiet hallway. The hospital was winding down for the night. Only the fluorescent lights above hummed with a sterile buzz. She reached the door, hand shaking slightly as she pushed it open.Exam Room 3 was empty.Or

Cassia stared at the clock on the wall as it struck midnight, her palms slick with nervous sweat. The card in her pocket was a constant reminder of what was coming. Room 7. Midnight. Live demonstration. The words had burned into her skin since the moment he handed it to her.The hospital was almost silent at this hour. Only the faint hum of machines and distant footsteps echoed through the sterile halls. She walked quickly, pulse hammering against her ribs. When she reached the door, her breath came short. Room 7 looked ordinary from the outside, but the inside was anything but.Dr. Crane stood at the far end, dressed in black scrubs, gloves already on. The overhead lights were dim, just enough to illuminate the exam table in the center. A large mirror was mounted on the wall behind it, angled down like it was made to catch everything. Two chairs sat off to the side, empty now, but their presence made her throat tighten.“Close the door,” he said.She did.“Undress.”Her fingers shook

The mountain road wound like a devil’s spine, and Cassie’s engine sputtered one last time before giving up completely.“Come on. No, no, no…”The car wheezed, jerked, and rolled to a full stop in the middle of nowhere. No signal. No GPS. No passing cars for hours. The sun was dipping behind the trees and she was stuck halfway through a reckless solo road trip that was supposed to be empowering.Instead, she was stranded. In the woods. Alone. With a trunk full of useless emotional baggage and one dying phone battery.Cassie popped the hood and stared at the smoking mess inside. Then she laughed, dry and bitter. “I should’ve just stayed dumped.”A flicker of movement caught her eye up the road. A rust-red tow truck was rumbling down the hill, engine loud, lights off. It pulled up beside her with the casual confidence of a beast that owned the road.The door opened, and out stepped a man who made her forget how to breathe.He was older. Tall. Broad shoulders under a black work shirt stai