Moh’s POV The porcelain of the bathtub felt like ice against my skin, but I didn't turn on the hot water. I needed the chill. I needed to scrub the scent of Julian, that intoxicating mix of expensive sandalwood and raw, spent lust, off my body before my mother walked through the front door. Every movement was a struggle. My inner thighs were tender, the skin chafed from the friction of his trousers, and there was a heavy, persistent ache deep in my pelvis that made my legs tremble. I looked at myself in the mirror, horrified to find my lips weren't just swollen, they were bitten, a dark, bruised red that no amount of lip balm could hide. I heard the crunch of gravel outside. The Mercedes. My heart leapt into my throat, like a frantic and a trapped bird. "Moh! Julian! I'm home!" My mother’s voice drifted up the stairs, bright and buoyant, slicing through the thick, illicit atmosphere of the house like a sharp tool. I threw on a high-necked sweater, even though the morning was warm

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Moh’s POV The attic was not like the rest of the manor. While the lower floors were a testament to Julian’s public-facing power, all marble, mahogany, and vast, open spaces, the attic was cramped, sweltering, and smelled of dust, old cedar, and the sharp tang of linseed oil. It was a graveyard for the things the Thorne family had outgrown, a labyrinth of draped furniture and stacked crates. But it was neat! As much as it could be. And at the very end of the narrow hallway sat the "secondary study." It was a small, circular room at the base of the manor’s north turret. There were no grand bookshelves here, only a single, heavy drafting table and a low, velvet chaise longue that looked like it belonged in a nineteenth-century brothel. The windows were small, diamond-paned, and currently glowing with the bruised purple of twilight. I stood in the doorway, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears. The silence up here was absolute. The rest of the house felt like it was miles away. "You

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Moh’s POV The morning light the next blasted me while making it feel like a physical weight. It was too bright, too honest for a house built on shadows. I had dressed with trembling fingers, putting on a thin, white cotton dress that felt like a shroud over my body. Around my neck, the silver locket, the secret-keeper clinked against my skin. It was a heavy, cold reminder of the previous night in the attic. I felt different, my body is different. My body was a map of Julian’s possession. My inner thighs were tender, my skin was sensitive, and there was a deep, dull ache in my core that felt like a permanent mark. I was no longer the girl who had arrived here a few weeks ago. That girl was gone, buried under the weight of Julian’s body. When I walked into the breakfast room, the air was surrounded by the scent of fresh coffee and expensive flowers, which my mother must have made sure were provided. My mother was already there, looking perfect in a silk robe. Julian was at the head o

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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories): Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 63

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