Semua Bab SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology: Bab 101 - Bab 110

CHAPTER 5: THE PRICE OF DEFIANCEANITA’S POV “You know,” his voice dips lower, slower, thicker than before, each word weighted with authority and threat. “I’m the owner of this house. I can send you out at any point in time. So you should really, really answer my questions whenever I’m talking to you.”My spine stiffens as though an iron rod has been shoved between my shoulder blades.Oh my God. Seriously?Is he actually threatening me right now? The sheer audacity of his words makes my stomach knot. My heart pounds against my ribs so hard I think he might hear it. Jesus. Is he seriously?I bite down hard on my bottom lip, holding back the rush of words I want to fling in his face. The sharp sting centers me, reminding me I have to keep control. My gown clings tightly around me, restricting, making it harder to breathe, as though even the fabric is conspiring to cage me in this moment. My back is against the cold center table of the kitchen, its marble edge pressing into me like a si

CHAPTER 7: THE BASINANITA'S POV “Please, sir,” I whisper, my voice breaking as I beg. “Please, I beg you, don’t do this…” My words tremble into the silence, but he only chuckles, a deep sound that rolls through the kitchen like it belongs there. His palm glides over the bare curve of my ass, slow and deliberate, outlining every inch of flesh as if he’s sketching me into memory. His fingers squeeze, claiming the softness, and then—shockingly—his lips press against me.The first kiss lands on the swell of my ass, warm and teasing, and my whole body jerks. He trails his mouth lower, kissing every curve as though worshiping me. I gasp, shivers firing up my spine because the sensation is unlike anything I have ever felt, anything I could have imagined. It slides down from my ass into my thighs, deeper, into that secret, aching spot between my legs, the one I’ve fought against acknowledging for years. My lips part helplessly, breath stuttering, and suddenly a moan—raw, unbidden—slips past

CHAPTER 9: THE AFTERMATHANITA’S POVHe chuckles low in his throat, that dark, satisfied sound that makes my skin prickle and my body shiver in equal measure. His groan follows, heavy and guttural, vibrating against me. “Oh my God,” he breathes, his voice rough and shaking with pleasure. “I want you to squeeze. Squeeze that tight little pussy around me, baby girl. Do it. Do it for me.”His palm lands on my ass with another sharp slap, a smack that jolts through me like fire, and I can’t stop the sound that bursts out of my mouth. “Ahhh—ohhh,” I groan, my eyelids fluttering uncontrollably, my body obeying him against my will. My pussy clenches hard around him, wrapping tightly, milking him, and he groans again, this time louder, hungrier.“Yes. Oh my God, yes,” he growls, his breath shuddering. “That’s it. Squeeze it tighter. Tighter, baby girl, all the more.”His hips slam into me with renewed vigor, faster and deeper, the brutal pace slamming me against the edge of the sink, rocking

CHAPTER 11: CAUGHT IN THE LIVING ROOMANITA’S POVIt is so freaking messed up, I can’t even think straight, can’t even process anything. My chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and when I exhale, the sound that leaves me is shaky, almost trembling. My eyes sweep the restroom around me, desperate for something else to focus on, something to ground me.And what I see nearly distracts me from my panic.The restroom is enormous, far larger than I expected, easily mistaken for a master bath instead of a guest one. Everything gleams, pristine and elegant, designed with a richness that makes me feel out of place. The marble tiles stretch across the floor in immaculate white streaked with veins of gold, polished until they shimmer under the warm lighting. The shower booth sits a few meters away, glass panels so spotless they look invisible. And there, in the far corner, stands the WC—the water closet—towering like a throne, pristine, elegant, almost kingly in its presence.My lips part

CHAPTER 13: THE CALLANITA’S POVGoodness me. What sort of situation is this? My lips tremble violently as the thought crashes through my head. I shake my head quickly, panic knotting in my stomach. “Sir, no—it’s not that. I was just—”He lifts a single finger, pressing it firmly against his lips. “Shh. Keep quiet.”The command is soft but sharp, slicing through my words. His gaze flickers around the living room, checking the corners as though ensuring no one else is near. Then his eyes return to me, gleaming with menace. “I’m giving you time to head out and do as I instruct. Or else…”My throat tightens. “Or else” hangs in the air like a noose.And then, with deliberate calm, he picks up his phone. His long fingers swipe across the screen, his smirk never fading. He dials a number, lifts the device to his ear, and waits.“Hello, Principal Morlens,” he says smoothly.The name makes my blood run cold. My eyes go wide, and my heart slams painfully against my ribcage. Oh my God. Principa