All Chapters of SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

BOOK 3: Chapter 36: The Kiss in Front of HimAmanda looks at Adrian’s face, her eyes clouded with confusion before her expression hardens. She frowns deeply, then lifts her middle finger at him—sharp, defiant. But just as quickly, she retracts it under the duvet, composing herself instantly. Gregory stares at her for a long moment, silently processing what just happened. After a long pause filled with tension, he shakes his head and turns around—just as Adrian swiftly shuts the door and disappears from their bedroom entrance.Gregory steps out of the bedroom, slamming the door loudly behind him and walking straight into the living room. He needs to think. He needs to process what the hell just happened.His body is trembling, his mind spiraling. What just unfolded was so absurd, so insane, he can barely breathe through it. Why? Why the hell would Amanda—his wife—scream Adrian’s name in the middle of their intimacy? At the peak, no less. At the moment they were about to climax together

BOOK 3: Chapter 38: Unholy UnionShe is not herself anymore. She is groaning, shivering without control, feeling the tremors passing through her body as she continues to slam herself against her stepson's dick, feeling the pleasure and the pressure of releasing all of her desires in hers. She doesn't want it to stop. God, she so fucking doesn't want it to stop. She wants it to go on. She continues to enjoy the way his body keeps on slamming against hers, not caring that the filthy sound is echoing everywhere and her husband is still just a few feet away from them in a way that could make things get complicated. Adrian feels like his mind is about to explode. He groans out loud, arching his back against the chair, squeezing the ass of his father's wife, feeling the way her slick pussy is clenching around his dick tightly, milking him up, claiming him as letting him know that she is his and she wants nothing more except him. His mind is spinning in circles. God, he knows he's not suppo

BOOK 3: Chapter 40: Beneath the SkinShe chuckles nervously, shaking her head as she tries to rise from the bed.Greg doesn't give her the chance.He steps forward, blocking her path completely, his tall frame casting a heavy shadow over her. His jaw is clenched so tightly the tendons in his neck look like they're going to snap. His eyes—normally cool and composed—are wild with fury."What the hell is going on with you, Amanda?" His voice is low but laced with a dangerous kind of rage.She freezes. The heat drains from her skin as her heartbeat surges to her throat.Greg holds out a hand, as if trying to keep her caged in place. “Stay where you are,” he says, his tone sharp, strained. “And don’t even think about running away right now, because I swear to God, you’re just going to piss me off even more—and things are already bad enough.”Her legs go numb. She swallows thickly.Oh my God, she thinks, her lips trembling as she bites down on them hard. Her mouth opens—nothing comes out.“

BOOK 3: Chapter 42: Bound by FireShe doesn’t resist this time.There’s no inner struggle, no frantic justifications, no excuses swimming in her mind to stop her from doing what’s expected of her as a wife. She lets herself fall into it—into the intimacy that is supposed to connect her with her husband. The touch, the rhythm, the closeness. She gives herself over to it completely, but it’s different now. Everything feels warped. Her body responds, but not in the way it once did. It’s mechanical, almost artificial. There’s no electricity running through her veins. Nothing that sparks beneath her skin. Nothing like what she feels when Adrian touches her.God. It’s already too late.The deed is done, and now the emptiness creeps in.Adrian has ruined her. No—he’s transformed her. Reshaped her, carved his name into her bones, and wired her body to respond only to him. The sex with her husband doesn’t excite her anymore. It doesn’t ignite her. It doesn’t even move her in the slightest, and

BOOK 3: Chapter 44: The Line They Can’t UncrossShe doesn’t wait for approval—not anymore. Not after what just happened between them. After he’s already taken her, utterly and completely. After he’s fucked her into oblivion and made her feel pleasures her mind still struggles to hold. Her thoughts are unmoored, spinning in senseless, breathless loops that refuse to land. Amanda steps into the shower like she’s floating, weightless and wet with something more than water. Adrian follows her, silent, heated, his presence behind her like a second layer of steam.Under the stream, he takes his time—too much time. He brushes his hands across her skin with a careful touch that makes it worse. There’s no urgency in him now, only this slow, deliberate hunger. His fingers find the hollows behind her knees, the curve of her thighs, the slope of her hips. He soaps her up and rinses her clean, but it’s not about cleanliness. It’s about control. And intimacy. And something deeper that neither of th