Lahat ng Kabanata ng SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 55: The Devil’s GameShe’s looking at him like she’s trying to make sense of the universe, as if all logic has collapsed and left her suspended in some warped dreamscape where nothing makes sense but everything feels too real. Confusion plays across her face—subtle at first, then sharper—as her brows knit and her lips part slightly. Her eyes are wide, stunned, blinking rapidly as though trying to recalibrate reality. Her laughter escapes in a strange, fractured way—high, breathy, unhinged. It’s not amusement. It’s disbelief.A shaky chuckle bubbles out of her again, and her fingers hesitate as they move toward the phone. Her thumb hovers above the answer button. She knows she’s stalling. She knows she shouldn’t be. But before she can make a conscious decision, she feels it—Adrian’s hand.His fingers are already grazing her bare skin, slow and calculated. They trail upward from the back of her thigh, brushing higher, warmer, crueler. She tries to shift her body, but it’

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 57: The Point of No Return “Baby girl... why aren’t you ending the call?” Greg’s voice cuts through her like ice, slicing straight into the molten chaos she’s sinking in. It jolts her, hard, yanking her out of the reverie she’s been drowning in—the one laced with forbidden pleasure and a darkness she can’t seem to pull herself from. Her breath hitches. For a split second, reality crashes down on her chest like a weight, and she remembers where she is. What she’s doing. Who she’s doing it with. She gasps softly, blinking as if waking from a trance. Her hand trembles as she lifts the phone to her ear and fumbles for an apology. “S-Sorry,” she stammers, her voice unsteady, fraying. “I—sorry, babe. I didn’t realize…” Before Greg can respond, she taps the red button and ends the call. The phone hits the sheets with a soft thud as she tosses it aside. She doesn’t even look at it again. The second it leaves her hand, it’s as if something inside her snaps—like a

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 59: DominionSlap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. It continues—louder, wilder—the brutality, the obliteration, the devastating, mind-blowing rhythm of his thick, unrelenting dick slamming so deep into her. Again. And again. In that maddeningly perfect angle. Over and over. Until she’s losing her goddamn mind, spiraling beyond control.Good heavens.She can’t bear it anymore.Amanda is floating—completely detached from reality, lost somewhere in the seventh heaven. Her entire body trembles, bathed in sweat and sensation, her back still arched in that delicious, tight curve. Adrian's hands are locked against her waist, anchoring her as he rocks her world—again and again—in relentless, merciless positions that make her cry out helplessly.Her legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, squeezing him as if it’s the only thing keeping her tethered to this world. She’s trying so hard to bear it. God, it’s just too much. Her body feels like it's shattering and rebuilding all

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason. Her eyes roll back until only the whites show. Her body trembles with every movement, every slam of her hips. Her breasts bounce violently, erotically, caught in the rhythm of her wild thrusts. Her hands press tightly against his chest, bracing herself as her waist moves with abandon, slamming down hard against him, over and over. She's riding him hard—vigorously pounding her dripping wet pussy against his rock-solid shaft, grinding deeper, losing control as his thick cock hits her G-spot again and again. Each connection sends lightning bolts through her body, each thrust intensifying the insanity. God. It’s too much. The friction grows messier. Wetter. Sloppier. Her pussy is soaked—com

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 63: Heat at the Threshold“Hello, handsome,” she purrs, her voice a silky whisper that snakes through the air like smoke from a forbidden fire. The words roll off her tongue slow and smooth, soaked in a sultry undertone that fills the space between them.The man stares at her, wide-eyed, as if he’s trying to decide whether she’s serious or simply insane. His mouth parts slightly, confusion flickering in his gaze, and then he chuckles—awkwardly, uncomfortably. A nervous sound. One that doesn’t quite know where to land.He scratches the back of his neck, his hand trembling slightly as it runs over the close-cropped hair there, his bicep flexing beneath the tight sleeve of his shirt. His eyes dart to the floor, then down the hallway as if searching for an escape route.“Uh, I—” he stammers, then forces a smile. “I must have approached the wrong room. Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to intrude.” He steps back with measured intent. “I won’t make that mistake again.”He turns to