Todos los capítulos de SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

BOOK3: Chapter 15: Phone Call GamesThey both lay still for a moment, gasping for breath, trying to process the whirlwind of sensation and adrenaline that had just overtaken them. The only sound is the whispering of the breeze against the windows, or maybe some creek nearby, but they both quickly realize it's nothing. Just the wind stirring faintly, nature settling back down—unlike them.She turns to look at him, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. He’s grinning at her with that maddening, cocky smile that always stirs something treacherous in her chest. He winks."That was amazing, wasn't it?" he murmurs, teasing her, his voice low and sinfully smooth.Her blush deepens. What the fuck is the meaning of this? her mind screams, confusion and guilt like a crashing tide. She tries to shove him away, palms pressed to his chest, but he only laughs softly, refusing to let her go. His hands slide around her waist, holding her in place with a wicked certainty, and then his mouth is on her neck aga

BOOK 3: Chapter 17: Day Four – His Door, Her FallOn this particular day, Amanda knows—no, decides—that she has to take matters into her own hands. She cannot continue like this. Everything about it is spiraling, dangerously unhinged. This is the fourth day since Gregory left for his trip, and her reality has unraveled into something that feels more like a fever dream than a marriage. She must do something, anything, before the obsession devours her whole. Before it transforms into something so powerful, so uncontrollable, that even she can't stop it.Because Gregory must never return to witness this—this indefensible collapse, this desecration of their home. She can’t let him walk through the door and find her like this: breathless, desperate, drowning in the pull of a boy who is supposed to be nothing more than her stepson. No, she needs to be what she came into this house to be. The mother figure. The woman of the home. The one with restraint. She needs to end this atrocity before

BOOK 3: Chapter 19: Reflections of Ruin"Oh goodness me, this is unbearable," he mutters under his breath, voice rough, low with a hunger that won’t let him breathe. “I know I promised myself—I’ve got work to do right now, but fuck… I seriously cannot help this,” he groans as he pulls her closer, pressing her body tightly against his, unable to take his eyes off her.Her figure in the light looks sculpted from obsession itself, a living vision of lust. His hands glide over her, fingers memorizing every soft curve as his eyes drink her in. He lowers his mouth to her stomach and begins to trace a slow, wet line up with his tongue. Every inch, every breath, every heartbeat is deliberate. He doesn’t rush.He moves higher, reaching her chest, and his lips close around one nipple, then the other, sucking hard—hard enough to make her back arch violently, a soft, desperate cry tumbling from her lips.Her body trembles, twitching beneath him, hips grinding slowly up into the weight of him stil

BOOK 3: Chapter 21: A Dangerous AddictionShe returns back to her room with a guilt-ridden heart. Her steps are uneven, unsteady, her breath shallow and trembling. The door clicks shut behind her, and she leans her full weight against it, exhaling like she's just escaped something lethal. Her eyes drift closed. Inhale. Exhale. Again. Her chest rises and falls in uneven waves as she tries to cool the fire scorching through her veins.This is completely outrageous.Her inner voice is screaming now. What the fuck is her problem?She had only intended to go over there to talk to him—to correct him, to warn him, to stop him from continuing his devious, selfish act. But he had taken control. Again. He had looked at her with those damned eyes, touched her skin like he owned it, and everything—every principle, every vow—had shattered. She’d melted into him. Again. And now?Now she’s unraveling.This is just… insane. Why is it so hard to stop? Why does it feel physically impossible to walk aw

BOOK 3: Chapter 23: The Morning SeductionAmanda exhales the next morning, her body limp and aching with exhaustion. Every muscle feels tender, stretched, used. She stretches slowly on the bed, eyes half-lidded, her limbs dragging against the sheets like they’re weighed down by invisible chains. The images of last night drift through her mind like wildfire smoke—blurry, heated, impossible to ignore.And her chest tightens with the wave of emotions that follows.It’s too much. Too confusing. Too tangled.A part of her—an overwhelming, greedy part—relished every second of what they did. That part of her is still thrumming, still craving more, as though her body had been marked by him, rewired to respond only to him.But there’s another part. The part that curls up in shame, that whispers this is wrong. That rakes guilt like claws across her chest. She buries her fingers in her hair, sighing as frustration flares like a spark in dry straw.She should just give up.There’s no real way out