All Chapters of SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology: Chapter 161 - Chapter 168

CHAPTER 4: THE SUN-DRENCHED TRAPCHLOE'S POVI spent the entire morning hiding in my room like a coward. I was a fugitive in my own home, terrified of running into the man who had squeezed my ass in the living room at two in the morning. Every time I heard heavy footsteps in the hallway, my heart did a frantic somersault in my chest, my brain instantly dissolving into shambles.By noon, the heat was suffocating. The air conditioning in my room seemed to be struggling against the oppressive summer sun, and I felt sticky, restless, and on edge. I needed to cool down. I needed to escape my own head.I peeked out the window and saw my dad’s car was gone. He had mentioned something about a golf game. Ryder’s sleek black sports car was still in the driveway, but the house was silent. Maybe he was sleeping. Maybe he was working.Risk it, Chloe, I told myself. Just go to the pool. Swim a few laps. Burn off this nervous energy.I dug through my drawer and pulled out a bikini. It was a mistake.

CHAPTER 6: THE MONSTER UNLEASHEDCHLOE'S POVThe kiss ended, but the room was still spinning. My lips felt bruised, swollen, and thoroughly claimed. I lay there on the mattress, my t-shirt pushed up to my neck, my legs spread wide, staring up at him with eyes that I knew were wide with a mixture of terror and absolute, blinding lust.Ryder stood up.He towered over the bed, a dark silhouette against the moonlight. He looked down at me—at my exposed pussy, glistening with my own fluids and his saliva—and a low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest. It sounded like a beast that had just found its mate."You look beautiful like that," he rasped, his voice rough. "Ruined. Messy. Waiting for me."He reached for the buttons of his black shirt.Pop. Pop. Pop.One by one, he undid them, his eyes never leaving mine. He shrugged the shirt off his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.Oh. My. God.I had seen him shirtless before, in the living room, by the pool. But here, in t

CHAPTER 8: THE MORNING AFTERCHLOE'S POVI woke up feeling like I had been hit by a very sexy, very tattooed freight train.The morning sun was streaming through my window, mocking me with its cheerfulness. I tried to sit up, and a sharp, stinging ache shot through my lower body, specifically between my legs. I groaned, falling back onto the pillow, my hand instinctively going down to clutch my stomach.Oh. My. God.The memories flooded back in a chaotic, disjointed rush. The door locking. The panties ripping. The monster. The pain. The pleasure. The fluids.I threw the duvet off, panic seizing my chest. The sheets. Goodness me, the sheets.There was a stain. A dark, undeniable patch of mixed fluids—his cum, my juices, and a tiny, rusty smear of blood from where he had claimed my virginity—right in the center of the mattress. It looked like a crime scene. A crime scene of passion.My dad cannot see this. If Dad sees this, I am dead. Ryder is dead. We are all dead.My brain went into a

CHAPTER 10: SILENT SCREAMSCHLOE'S POVDinner was a blur. A literal, agonizing blur of clinking silverware and forced conversation. I sat there, picking at a salad I couldn't taste, while my body screamed at me.I was a ticking time bomb.Beneath the table, my legs were trembling. I was still wearing the same sweatpants from the office encounter, but I hadn't bothered to put my panties back on. There had been no time. And honestly? I liked the feeling of the rough fabric rubbing against my swollen, sensitive lips. It was a constant, abrasive reminder of what Ryder had done to me on my father’s desk less than two hours ago.Every time I moved, I felt a warm, sticky trickle of his cum leaking out of me, sliding down my inner thighs. It was messy. It was gross. It was the hottest thing I had ever felt in my life."So, Ryder," my dad said, cutting into a steak. "How long are you planning on staying this time?"I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth. I looked at Ryder. He was calm, collected