All Chapters of SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

BOOK 5: Chapter 3: In His Office“You’re not going back to your desk,” he says, his voice low and final, like a verdict already written.“You’re coming to mine.”He doesn’t wait for my answer. Doesn’t ask twice.Mr. Ashford takes my wrist—not roughly, not tenderly either. Just... certain. Like my body now belongs wherever he leads it. His grip is warm, firm, and utterly unapologetic. There’s no room for hesitation in him, no indecision. Just purpose.And I follow. Half-numb. Heat thrumming between my thighs. The front of my blouse still open, clinging damply to the curves of my arms. My bra slightly askew. Hair a mess. Lipstick probably smeared. I should feel humiliated. Or frightened. Or both.Instead, I feel like I’m floating. Like I’ve slipped out of reality and into some dangerous dream where logic doesn’t exist. Where only desire does.He guides me past the conference table—past the dark rows of cubicles, all empty at this hour—past the silence of the office like a cathedral afte

BOOK 5: CHAPTER 5: The Morning Meeting“I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow morning,” he whispers, his voice so close to my ear that the heat of his breath skims my skin.“Why?” I ask, my own voice softer than I intend, though the curiosity laced in it is impossible to hide.“Because you’re not going home.”But I do go home.Eventually.Only after he takes me again in that same chair—this time slower, with a deliberate control that feels almost reverent. His hands guide me, his movements measured, drawing out every shiver, every gasp, every surrender. Only after he walks me to the private elevator, his palm resting lightly at the small of my back as though we’re stepping out into the night as lovers, not two people tangled in a dangerous arrangement. Only after I stumble into a cab sometime after 2 a.m., still tasting him, still aching from him, still carrying the bruises along my neck like secret fingerprints meant only for me. My thighs throb from the hours before, and the silence

BOOK 5: CHAPTER 7: His ApartmentHe made me come in an elevator.Silently.While standing beside another executive.And then he walked away like it hadn’t happened at all.No smirk. No lingering glance. Just a polite nod to the woman who had no idea I’d just been undone two feet from her, and then he was gone, vanishing into the polished marble of the lobby like nothing had touched him—not even me.I wasn’t prepared for what that would do to me.I didn’t plan this.Not exactly.But sometime after 9:00 p.m., as I stood barefoot in front of my closet, staring at hangers without really seeing them, I realized two things:One, I wasn’t going to sleep.Two, I didn’t want to be alone.Sleep had abandoned me hours ago. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of the elevator: the mirror’s reflection, the slight curl of his fingers inside me, the sound of my own restrained breathing as Rachel discussed quarterly reports like I wasn’t coming apart at the seams.My pulse was still misbehaving

BOOK 6: MY BOSS'S HUSBAND CAN'T RESIST MECHAPTER 1: THE GOLDEN THRESHOLDANITA'S POV I am practically bubbling with joy, a fizzy warmth rising in my chest until it feels like my skin itself might burst with light. This is one of those rare moments in life where everything feels aligned—the universe leaning in my favor, my stars finally tilting to smile at me. I stand in front of the Don Carlo residence, a tray balanced in my trembling hands, my heart hammering so loudly it might as well be knocking on the door with me.Finally, I’m here. Doing something I’ve dreamed of. A chance to be seen, a chance to be heard, a chance to be part of something larger than myself—a community that stands for good, that represents the kind of change our city needs. This isn’t just volunteer work; this is a stepping stone that could shape my future. If I do this well, my GPA gets the boost it needs, and that scholarship I’ve been chasing, clawing toward with sleepless nights and endless study sessions,

CHAPTER 3: SILENT WARNINGSANITA'S POV My eyes widen, locked on him as fury surges through me. Then I hear it—a sharp inhale beside me, delicate yet commanding. I turn toward her, and there it is: one perfectly arched eyebrow raised, a silent warning cloaked in elegance. The shame burns instantly in my chest.I squeeze my eyes shut, teeth sinking into my lower lip until the sting forces composure. “I am so sorry,” I blurt, my voice quick, contrite. My gaze flickers between the two of them, my pulse hammering against my ribs. “This is all my fault. It was a clumsy mistake. It’s not going to happen again.”Her lips curve into a warm, forgiving smile, her eyes softening. “Oh, it’s alright, dear,” she says, her voice like velvet smoothing over jagged edges. “My goodness, you are actually so cute.” She tilts her head, studying me with genuine curiosity. “Why would someone as pretty as you be volunteering for a maid project? Aren’t you supposed to be among the elites, doing something else