Semua Bab SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology: Bab 111 - Bab 120

CHAPTER 14: CORNEREDANITA’S POV“Oh my God,” I whisper, my head shaking violently as disbelief surges through me. My lips tremble so hard I press a palm over them to steady myself. My feet shuffle backward, instinctively seeking distance though there’s nowhere left to go. The phone is still pressed against my ear, Principal Morlens’ voice still spilling into me, but all I can hear is the hammering of my pulse.“I can’t do this,” I murmur, my voice quaking, almost breaking apart.On the other end of the line, he sighs heavily, then speaks, his tone thick with pity and desperation. “Look, Anita, I understand, okay? I know. I know how hard this is for you. I know what you’re feeling.” His words tumble over each other, frantic and pleading. “You’re grown now. You’re becoming a beautiful woman, and you have principles, standards—things your family raised you to believe in, to abide by. Things meant to make your life better. But come on.”His voice cracks slightly, but he pushes on. “Pleas

CHAPTER 16: ON THE EDGE OF CONFESSIONANITA’S POVI chuckle softly and shake my head, forcing a smile to hide the trembling inside me. “No, no, no. I would actually love to do that. I mean—do you have a flower garden I could take my time with, somewhere I could just walk around?” My voice carries a nervous edge, though I try to keep it light. “I actually love flowers,” I add, almost as a whisper.Her lips curve into a warm smile, her eyes softening as though my words have touched something personal in her. “Oh, really? That’s wonderful. Well, I think I have the perfect place for you.” Her tone brightens with excitement. “It’s my most precious flower stand, and it’s in a shed, so you’ll be shielded from the sun.”Her kindness lances through me, sharp and unexpected. Why does she care so much? Why does she go out of her way to make me comfortable, to show me gentleness, when her husband shows me nothing but cruelty?I chuckle again, shaking my head in disbelief at the contrast. “Yeah, s

CHAPTER 18: POWERLESS CHAINS ANITA’S POV Oh my God. My mind reels, words spinning too fast for me to catch. I blink over and over again as if the act alone can help me process what I am hearing. My body tenses, every muscle locking as though trying to armor me against the shock. Slowly, instinctively, I slide farther across the bed, creating space between us. My chest heaves as my brain claws desperately to move along with everything she’s saying. This is so messed up. No. Not just messed up. It’s deranged. It’s hell. I blink rapidly, a nervous, broken chuckle forcing its way out of my throat. “So… you mean you don’t have any power to stop him?” My voice cracks, trembling between disbelief and accusation. She exhales shakily and offers me a nervous, almost apologetic smile. Then she turns her head, her eyes locking with mine. “I’m sorry. Unfortunately, I don’t. Trust me, Anita, if I could… I would.” Her words sink into me like ice. She continues, her voice low but s

CHAPTER 20 – THE SMIRKANITA'S POV I take a deep breath, willing my chest to loosen, forcing myself to appear calm though every nerve inside me is shuddering. My fingers lace tightly together in front of me, knuckles pale with tension, and my body bounces slightly as if the ground beneath me is shifting.“Yes, sir. You sent for me?” My voice comes out softer than I intended, a tremor curling around the edges of my words.Across from me, he exhales slowly, the sound deliberate, calculated. He lowers the laptop he has been working on, placing it with unnerving care onto the table beside him. Then his eyes find me. That smirk—that dreaded smirk—spreads across his face. It is the kind of expression that makes my stomach twist, the kind that makes me want to turn and run far, far away.God, I hate it when he smirks like that, I think, biting down on the inside of my cheek. I force my body to stay still, to hold its ground. But his gaze is relentless, dragging over me as if I am a puzzle h

CHAPTER 22 – THE KNOCK AT THE SHEDANITA'S POV I don’t think there is a single person alive who could step inside this place and resist the spell it casts. The beauty, the fragrance, the sheer presence of it all is overwhelming. The air itself seems drenched with perfume, the kind of sweetness that lingers on your tongue even after you breathe it out.The joy flooding my body feels endless. I move slowly among the rows of blossoms, relaxing as I make sure everything is in order—no weight dragging the stems, no tilt that would throw off their proud posture. I straighten them carefully, guiding each bloom so it stands tall, facing the direction where the sunlight pours in. It’s the only place in the shed where the light enters directly, and she has designed it perfectly.Mrs. Don Carlo has thought of everything.The shed’s roof is covered in such a way that the sun is never fully obstructed but never overwhelming either. The beams filter down just enough, softening the heat, creating a