All Chapters of SINFUL CRAVINGS: A Raw Taboo Erotica Anthology: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 65: Temptation Behind Closed DoorsThe heat enveloping the both of them is intense. It’s unlike anything they’ve ever experienced before—an invisible fire licking at their skin, drawing them together with primal urgency. Neither of them can understand what’s going on with their bodies. Every sensation has been heightened, intensified to a maddening degree, and she—God help her—can no longer think clearly. Her brain isn’t functioning in any rational way. She isn’t thinking about the consequences, the weight of the choice she’s about to make, or what the fuck she’s doing.Her hand moves seemingly of its own accord, sliding toward the door of the hotel room. She shuts it with a quiet click and turns the lock in one smooth, decisive motion. Her heart thunders. Her breath is shallow. Then she turns back to him.There’s a hunger in her eyes, an ache she no longer has the strength to fight. Her hands tremble—not from fear, but from the overwhelming cocktail of desire and adre

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 67: Obsession in MotionThe fellow is far from being done. The level of aggressiveness coursing through him is unlike anything Amanda has felt in a very long time. It’s raw. It’s primal. It’s dangerous. Her back arches against the bed in an impossible angle—an arch so deep it seems she might snap in two. And still, he doesn’t let her go.His large, massive, ebony hands grip her with possessive force, squeezing relentlessly against her protruding breasts. He teases her nipples with rough determination, alternating between slapping and pinching them as relentless groans tear through his throat. The guttural sounds seem to vibrate in the air, vibrating down her spine, flooding her senses.Her entire body trembles beneath him as he starts to move again, briefly, before the rhythm deepens. He pounds into her—hard, brutal, fast. Each thrust is a deliberate assault, fueled by an untamed hunger that seems to consume him. He doesn’t care how enormous he is, doesn’t consider how

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 69: AftershocksAfter what feels like an eternity of ruthless pounding and relentless slamming, Amanda’s body finally gives out. She can’t take it anymore. Her limbs tremble with exhaustion, her skin slick with sweat, her mind an empty canvas smeared with the afterglow of chaos. Every muscle burns. Every nerve has been frayed raw. She feels like she’s been spun through another dimension and thrown back to earth, completely altered.And then, finally, he loses control.He groans deeply, his body tensing against hers as he grabs her, pins her flat against the bed, and holds her like she’s his lifeline. He buries his face in her neck, planting frantic, wet kisses down to her collarbone and lower—until his mouth finds her breasts again, sucking them tenderly but still with that same maddening hunger.His hips slow as he thrusts into her one last time, shuddering as he explodes deep inside her.A loud cry rips from both their throats—raw, guttural, tangled in shivers and gr

BOOK 4: WHILE SHE WAITEDChapter 1: The Missing RingsThere are days when the universe seems to unravel just to make you bleed, slow and deliberate, like it's savoring the ruin. Today should have been perfect—sunlight pouring like gold over the garden archway, chairs wrapped in ivory ribbon, champagne chilling in silver buckets—but beneath it all was a crack I didn’t see until it split open. My sister’s wedding day, and everything was in place except for the rings. Somehow, they'd vanished. And that’s how I ended up in the upstairs guestroom, hunting them down. That’s when everything twisted. I push open the door to the room, the faint scent of cologne and cedar-polished wood washing over me. My heels click against the hardwood, muffled by the thick antique rug. The box is supposed to be on the dresser, tucked in beside the champagne flutes and a garter. It isn’t.I frown. “Weird…”That’s when I hear the click.The door behind me shuts with a soft, decisive thud. The kind of sound

BOOK 4: Chapter 3: While She Waits“Jason?”Her voice slices through the heavy air like a blade, sweet and curious, entirely unaware. My sister. Just on the other side of the door.I freeze, heart slamming against my ribcage, breath caught in my throat like it’s been yanked there by a hook. Jason doesn’t freeze.He doesn’t even hesitate.His hand clamps over my mouth before I can make a sound. He leans down, bare chest flush against my back, cock still buried deep inside me. The angle—oh God—the way he’s holding me on all fours, ass up, tits swaying, cheek pressed to the cool top of the dresser—it’s obscene.“Don’t say a word,” he hisses into my ear, voice low and urgent.Then he thrusts.Hard.I squeal behind his hand, the sound muffled and high-pitched, eyes flying wide as the thick length of him slides in again. And again. My knees buckle slightly, thighs shaking. The edge of the dresser digs into my hips, grounding me against each slap of skin.“Jason?” she calls again, knocking t