Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Dave’s chest heaved as he pulled out of Carla, her body slumping against the van’s seat, slick with sweat and their mingled fluids. The air was thick with the scent of sex, but it did nothing to dull the ache gnawing at him. Carla’s curves, Victor’s rough hands, none of it touched the void Henry had carved into his soul. He wiped his mouth, the taste of Victor still bitter on his tongue, and yanked his jeans back on, avoiding Carla’s gaze.She dressed in silence, her torn blouse barely holding together, her eyes distant but sharp, calculating. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” she said finally, her voice low, cutting through the hum of the van’s engine. “Victor’s not your ticket anymore. He’s bored, Dave. You felt it.”Dave’s jaw tightened. He knew she was right. Victor’s interest was waning, his attention already drifting to fresher toys, boy groups, girl groups, malleable kids who didn’t yet know the cost of fame. But Dave wasn

The final shoot for Dare to Breakfree was a marathon, a full-day spectacle that started with a tally of Dave and Henry’s victories in the studio. Cameras trailed them through a curated day of “fun” lunch at a trendy bistro, strolls through manicured park paths, and amusement park rides that screamed idol fantasy. Dave and Henry played their parts, all charm and charisma, their faces plastered with grins for the fans. But beneath the surface, something was fraying.When Henry’s hand lingered on Dave’s arm during a rollercoaster ride, guiding him through the queue, Dave leaned into it just enough for the cameras, then pulled away, his eyes flicking to the crew. Henry’s jaw tightened, but he kept up the act, his touches growing bolder, a hand on Dave’s lower back, a brush of fingers against his wrist, testing, teasing. Dave mirrored the performance, but his heart wasn’t in it. His mind was already elsewhere, tangled in the web Carla was

The hotel suite was a gilded cage, its opulent decor a stark contrast to the raw desperation filling the air. Dave sat among the six hopefuls, four women and another man, all draped in thin robes, their faces a mix of resignation and hunger. They knew the drill, just as Dave did. The industry was a beast, and Carlos Taylor was its latest gatekeeper. Dave’s edge was Carla, his connection sharper than the others’, but in this room, they were all equals, selling their bodies for a shot at the screen.Kaila, Carlos’s assistant, moved with clinical efficiency, her wedding ring glinting as she handed out briefing packets. Her voice was flat, practiced. “Mark what you’re willing to do. Carlos expects compliance. Stick to orgies and group play, he needs rest after this.” Her eyes flicked over them, unjudging but weary, a woman who’d seen this game too many times.Dave scanned the papers, a checklist of Carlos’s kinks, some

Dave’s penthouse was a sanctuary of shadows, the morning light still hours away as he pulled Carla closer, his voice low but resolute. “One last time, Carla. You, me, Henry. A final goodbye to selling ourselves.”Carla froze, her eyes flicking to Henry’s naked form, his cock still hard, dwarfing Victor’s or Carlos’s. Her cheeks flushed, a mix of shame and desire. Henry’s brow furrowed, his gaze darting between them. “Why her, Dave? What’s this about?”Dave’s eyes burned with conviction. “Defiance. You’re our light, Henry. You give us courage to start over. This is for Carla, to erase every trace of those deals, to feel something real.”Carla’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away as Dave began unbuttoning her blouse, her skirt sliding to the floor. Naked, her body bore the evidence of Victor’s “meeting” his cum still leaking from her pussy, a stark reminder of her sacrifice. Henry’s jaw tightened, but he moved wi

Travis leaned back in the booth at the upscale restaurant, the clink of glasses and low hum of chatter fading as he watched the trio across from him, Dave, Henry, and Carla, celebrate Dave’s acceptance into Matilde’s workshop. The dinner was Henry’s idea, a rare moment of pause in their relentless schedules, and Travis, dragged along as Henry’s plus-one, felt like an outsider peering into a world he’d only glimpsed. His perspective on them was sharp, colored by years of navigating the industry’s underbelly, his loyalty to Henry, and a growing unease about the tangled bonds unfolding before him.Henry was radiant, his laughter warm as he slung an arm around Dave, his pride palpable. “To Dave,” he said, raising his glass, “for proving he’s got the chops, no strings attached.” Dave flushed, his usual polished mask softened, his eyes catching Henry’s with a mix of gratitude and something deeper, love, maybe, though Travis wasn’t sure he w