Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Pleasure: Sex, Secrets & Scandal: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

NEW DISTRACTIONS Marco: I hate charity galas. I hate board-room handshakes even more. Give me the cash to count and I’m grinning; give me politicians begging for bribes and I start grinding molars. It was already Midnight. I had just finished my meeting for the night as I stretched holding my suitcase waiting for my guard to bring my umbrella. The rain hadn't stop since afternoon. I climbed into the back of my Maserati, shoulders aching from the forced smiles. Anton, my driver, pulled away from the curb smooth as silk. I needed some rest and little pleasure alone as I had Annabel—tonight’s arm-candy. She is tall, blonde, her breasts full in nature just as I liked them. She smelled sweet and looked very eager to please me. The moment the door shut she popped champagne and tossed her stilettos on the floor. “Cheers to successful extortion,” she purred, bumping her glass into mine. “It’s called negotiation,

A PAWN WITH SOFT SKINMarco POV"Master, I want you deep inside me," She said, moaning in a way pleasant to only her.I pulled out my hard cock and thrusted inside her just as I wanted. Her legs were trembling. Her mouth open in a whimper I didn’t care to hear.My grip on her hips tightened. The sound of our skin slapping skin filled the room. Rhythm brutal. My jaw clenched, eyes locked on the headboard, not her. I could tell the whole building could here her voice but I didn't care.She moaned my name like it meant something.It didn’t.She wasn’t Leona.I buried myself deeper. Faster. The sheets twisted beneath us. Her nails scratched my chest—too needy, too fake.“Marco… ahh, yes…”I barely heard her. All I saw was Leona. That damn girl with fire in her stare and bruises on her soul.Her lips trembling in the cold. That little defiant twist in her voice. The way her body leaned away from me—but her eyes lingered too long on mi

THE MASTER’S RULES Leona’s POV It was stupid, I know. Going to his room like that, knocking on the door like I wasn’t scared, like I wasn’t shaking. But I was. I was shaking all over. I honestly don't know what gave me the courage to walk to his room let alone knock. I thought maybe he wouldn’t answer. Maybe he’d shout from behind the door or ignore me. But no. He opened the damn door—and I saw him. Marco. Just a towel low on his hips, skin wet, hair messy, his pink lips that looked so soft, muscles I didn’t know people actually had in real life. And that bulging thing... beneath the towel. It was impossible to ignore. My eyes went there without my permission. He was hard. Big. Bigger than I’d ever imagined. And my brain, dumb and hot and melting, immediately thought about how it would feel. How it would taste. How my lips would stretch around it if I dropped to my knees like some helpless thing and let him fuck my mouth. I shouldn’t have thought it. But I did. And I couldn’t

FEELING EVERY INCH OF HIMLeona’s POVI could still feel the taste of his salty cum in my mouth. I can't believe I knelt to suck his cock. He said he wanted to punish me but it felt more than just punishment. It was pleasure.His big erected cock that fit perfectly into my mouth. The more he thrusted his cock to reach my throat the more I felt my pussy dripping with wetness. It felt so fucking good to feel his dick in my mouth. Tears prickled by the sides of my eyes but how I felt was taking me to cloud nine. His dark eyes twisted with desire in them as he looked down at me to tell me he wanted to suck my pussy. I just couldn't wait for him to eat me up already. To have all of me. His strong arms carried me from the floor where I knelt as he dropped me on his cold glass desk. "Open your legs wide, little slut," he whispered as he pulled my panties."You're so wet, kitten. I love that," he said as he used his two fingers to play around the core of

I'M MY FATHER'S SONMarco’s POVI don't know why hurting her bothers me to the core.I needed more of Leona but I became worried of her seeing me like a beast. It was her first time. I just wanted to be slow on her. I mean what's wrong with me. Why am I feeling vulnerable over a girl.I'm becoming.. soft.I called one of my girls to calm my raging dick. But it turns out I was wrong. Even while she undressed, standing in front of me with that same over confident smirk, touching herself that usually turns me on.Although she was underneath me. She made all the right sounds, even as my fully erected dick thrusted to her wet pussy. Her hands clutched my abs like she thought she could keep me there if she just moaned louder. I shouldn't have called her here. Shit.I still kept thrusting with the assurance that maybe she would take the urge off. I thought it was just my high libido that I was controlling with certainity it would work. That all I