All Chapters of Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Maya~ I swear I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to end up in that hallway with nothing but a tiny towel that barely fit over my ass. I didn’t mean to be dripping all over the floor, walking around like I didn’t live under someone else’s roof, like I didn’t know damn well that my best friend’s father was home from his trip and already upstairs showering. I was just hot, okay? I was sweating through my skin and the air conditioning was broken and Tessa said I could always use their bathroom when hers was full, and I wasn’t thinking because the water was running and I thought it would be empty. I didn’t knock. I didn’t even hesitate. I just opened the door, stepped inside, and walked into a goddamn trap. Because there he was. Mr. Maddox. Kayla’s dad. The man I should not even be looking at. The man I’d been dreaming about every single night since I moved in. Standing there in the mirror, soaking wet, steam curling around him like it wanted to keep him hidden just for me

My throat spasmed and my eyes watered, but holy fuck—I loved it. My cunt clenched so hard it hurt. My hands gripped his thighs. I needed him to ruin me. I needed him to use me, fuck my mouth like it was nothing but a hole for his pleasure. He didn’t ease up. He didn’t pause. He shoved in until his cock hit the back of my throat and held it there.I gagged.My mascara ran.My nose was pressed to the base of him, his scent so thick and musky I could’ve drowned in it. My body squirmed but I didn’t pull away. I let him use me, let him fuck my mouth like he owned it, like he’d waited years to see me drooling around his cock.“Look at you,” he hissed, watching me from above like a king watching his plaything suffer. “Eighteen years old and you suck cock like you’ve been doing it all your life. Fuck, baby. Look at this mess.”Drool slipped from the corners of my lips, wetting my chest.His cock was still inside me.He pulled out just enough to let me breathe, and then slammed right back in

~Maya~I kept my eyes on him like he was the last goddamn miracle on earth. His cock was still hard. Still thick. Still dripping with the taste of me, of him, of everything. I wrapped both hands around it—because yes, it took both—and I moaned. I actually moaned like some needy, desperate little girl who didn’t know the meaning of self-respect.And maybe I didn’t.Not with him.Not now.“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice sounding like a curse and a prayer at the same time. “You don’t even care anymore, do you, kitten?”“I don’t,” I whispered, my tongue flicking over the head like I was starved for it. “I don’t care about anything but this. About you. I want it again. I want to feel it again. I want you to ruin me again.”And then I opened my mouth.Wide.So wide my jaw cracked.And I took him in like I was built for it.I didn’t stop.I didn’t flinch.I let his cock slide across my tongue, past my lips, down my throat, until I was gagging around it again, choking with tears pouring

~Maya~ I didn’t go back to the guest room that night. I couldn’t. There was no way. Not after what he did to me. Not after how he bent me over that mirror and split me open and filled me so deep I couldn’t even hold it in. My legs were shaking so bad I could barely walk, and my pussy—God, my pussy—was so sore and swollen and soaked that every step felt like an aftershock, like a reminder that I let my best friend’s dad breed me over a sink. He didn’t even give me a towel. Didn’t let me clean up. He made me sleep in his bed, face down, legs spread, with his cum leaking out of me and pooling between my thighs while he wrapped a hand around my waist and kept me there like I was a toy he didn’t plan on returning. He didn’t say a word. Just pulled the covers over us and made me stay full of him all night. And in the morning? He licked it out of me. I swear to God—before I could even open my eyes, before I could sit up or say anything, his hands were on my hips and his mouth was betwe

He cut me off with a kiss.Like—an actual kiss kiss. Not a forehead brush or a goodbye peck or one of those rough, filthy mouth-fucks he gave me when I was bent over and begging. No. This wasn’t that. This was slower. Deeper. Scarier. It was the kind of kiss you feel in your f**king chest. The kind that makes your whole body ache because it means more than it should. It meant something I wasn’t ready to say out loud but couldn’t stop feeling and God help me, I leaned into it like I’d been starving for it my entire life.His mouth crashed into mine, and everything just stopped.Every thought.Every panic.Every fear about the test sitting right there on the sink, still screaming you’re pregnant in pink plastic letters.It all vanished.Because his hand was gripping the back of my head like he couldn’t let go. Because his mouth was on mine with so much hunger and weight and claiming in it that I couldn’t even move. I didn’t breathe. I just melted. My whole body went soft against the til