Lahat ng Kabanata ng SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

BOOK 3: Chapter 45: Caught in the SilenceShe is still packing, quietly folding and stuffing clothes into a small black duffel bag, when Adrian steps back into the room. The door clicks shut behind him, followed by a low chuckle and that familiar lopsided grin spreading across his face.“Well,” he says, eyes gleaming, voice low with amusement, “the old man’s still out cold. Snoring like a chainsaw. Wouldn’t even hear a bomb go off.”Amanda looks up at him, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her flushed face. She exhales sharply through her nose, then grins as she tosses a pair of folded jeans into her own bag. “Good,” she murmurs, voice light but shaky. “Because I’m not in the mood for surprises.”Adrian walks over to her slowly, not bothering to put on a shirt. He towers over her for a moment before reaching out, pulling her into him without hesitation. He hugs her tightly, possessively, his large hands sliding down and squeezing her ass with enough force to draw a small gasp f

BOOK 3: Chapter 47: Beneath the GlassAdrian swallows hard, standing rigid by the door as Gregory continues to drift across the room with an unnerving calmness. Every movement feels exaggerated under the tension threading the air. Adrian’s pulse pounds in his ears as his father casually reaches for another usual visible wardrobe and opens it wide.Empty.Still, Gregory’s presence lingers—weighty, suspicious, scanning everything like a man who knows more than he’s letting on.Then he turns.Now he’s standing directly in front of the mirrored wardrobe once again.Adrian’s breath catches.Gregory takes a slow, steadying breath, running a hand through his graying hair. He exhales sharply, then absentmindedly slips a hand into the waistband of his pajama shorts. His gaze doesn’t waver. He stands there in silence, surveying the room once more, his brow furrowed with thought.And then, his voice breaks the silence.“You know,” he says slowly, his tone heavier than usual, “I’ve always trusted

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely. Her fingers dig into the muscles of his back, her nails biting through the fabric of his shirt. She groans against his lips—soft at first, then louder as he tightens his grip on her body. His hands find her curves, cupping the swell of her ass and pulling her even closer, grinding her hips into his as if the contact might somehow be enough. His fingers slide underneath her gown with deliberate slowness, teasing his way through t

BOOK 3: Chapter 51: Undone by PleasureShe can’t hold it back any longer.Her entire body is trembling, flushed and feverish, as her mind begins to spiral into complete overdrive. She grinds her teeth together, eyes fluttering, vision blurred, the world spinning in dizzying circles around her. Every nerve in her body is on fire. It’s all too much—too fierce, too intense, too overwhelmingly exquisite to bear.A broken cry tears from her throat as her back arches sharply off the bed. His strong hands are still caressing her breasts, fingers rough yet reverent as he moves faster inside her, his rhythm relentless, his desire pouring out of him like molten heat. His grip tightens, his touch grounding her even as her mind threatens to drift into oblivion.Her orgasm slams into her like a wave crashing against the shore—violent, unstoppable, breathtaking.She shudders beneath him, her body writhing with each pulse of pleasure that floods her system. Her moans break into sobs of bliss, eyelid

BOOK 3: Chapter 53: PossessedGood fucking Lord.The only thing either of them can hear now is the relentless, obscene sound of skin against skin—wet, rhythmic, brutal. It echoes through the room like a drumbeat, wild and unrepentant, as he thrusts harder, faster, his hands gripping her like he’s afraid she’ll disappear.He holds her tightly, her body flush against his. One hand squeezes her breasts relentlessly, the other twisting her nipples with a desperate sort of hunger. Every motion is rough, purposeful, laced with something far beyond lust. Something dark. Something unholy.And she is far gone.Whatever she was before has been hollowed out—scooped clean and replaced by something else entirely. Her head lolls back against his chest, her eyes rolled upward, exposing only the whites. Her mouth hangs open, lips parted, trembling with every deep, punishing stroke he drives into her.She shivers, her entire body caught in that strange, possessed state—as if her soul has left the room