All Chapters of Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

knew it was a bad idea the second I opened his bedroom door. I swear, I did. But I still walked in, still sat on his bed, still hugged my knees and told myself I was just going to wait a few minutes until the cramps passed. Just a few. Just until the dizziness stopped. Just until the ache between my thighs calmed down.Except it didn’t calm down. It got worse.Like something inside me had been switched on and now it was crawling through my skin, scratching at my womb. I wasn’t stupid. I had heard about this. I had read about it. First heats were supposed to be uncomfortable. Emotional. Exhausting. But this wasn’t a heat. This felt like possession.My entire body was throbbing. My breath wouldn’t settle. My legs kept rubbing together and the more I tried to ignore it, the more slick I felt dripping down the inside of my thighs. I could smell myself. That was the worst part. I smelled sweet. Warm. Open. I didn’t even need a mirror to know my eyes were probably glossed over with need.

The second the chains clicked, I knew I was fucked. Not just captured. Not just humiliated. Fucked in the kind of way that ruins you for life. And the worst part? My cunt clenched.I was still gasping. Still trying to wrap my head around how fast it all happened. One second I was fighting him. The next, I was slammed against a stone pillar, wrists yanked above my head, cuffs locked so tight they dug into my skin and made me moan. Yes, I moaned.God. I wish I could say it was pain. I wish I could say it was fear. I wish I could say I wasn’t soaking through my stupid white panties. He didn’t even speak.Not a single word.He just watched me. He stood there with his chest rising and falling slowly, like he could smell everything. Like he could hear the filthy little whimper I tried to choke down. Like he already knew that I was wet. Dripping. Ready.Fuck.I shouldn’t be turned on.I shouldn’t be anything but terrified.This is a fucking basement. It smells like him. The monster of R

His fingers tangled in my hair, yanked my head back just enough to make me gasp, and when I blinked up at him..eyes teary, mouth stretched, spit everywhere…he didn’t look human anymore. He looked like a fucking god. A furious, depraved, possessive god with one thing on his mind. “I want you to lick my balls,” he snarled. “Fuck—get that filthy little mouth down there and suck them like they’re candy.” I whimpered. Actually whimpered like a bitch in heat. Because I wanted it. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything. I dropped lower without needing to be told twice, dragging my tongue down his shaft slow enough to make him shudder, lips open, breath hot, eyes locked on his. “Good girl,” he hissed as I nuzzled into his balls like they were something holy. “Get them wet. Worship them. That’s it. Fuck..you look better like this.” My hands came up without thinking, gripping his thighs like they were the only thing anchoring me to the floor. He was breathing hard now..his cock

I knew what I was doing. From the moment I heard his voice—low, dark, aroused—I knew I wasn’t asleep. Not really. I just didn’t want them to stop. I didn’t want to ruin it. I didn’t want to miss the chance to feel something I’d been fantasizing about since the first week I moved in. My thighs were trembling. Not from fear. From the heat. The way it pooled and burned and pulsed so hard between my legs I was sure I’d leave a stain on the sheets. My panties were soaked. My body was so tense, so aware, it hurt to lie still. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Because I wanted more. I wanted to know what they’d do if I just stayed quiet. I wanted to know what would happen if I let them think I was theirs to touch, to look at, to taste. My heart was slamming into my chest like it wanted to break out and confess everything. I could barely breathe. My face was turned slightly to the side, toward the back of the couch. My hair fell messily across my cheek. My lips were parted just enough to m

~ HER POV ~I didn’t know where to look.Like, my eyes were darting everywhere. My chest was rising and falling so fast I thought I might pass out. There was just so much heat, so much tension, so much them. Damon was sitting on the couch like he owned the fucking world, his legs spread, his dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, his dark eyes locked on my chest like he already knew my nipples were hard and aching. And Luca was behind me. Standing close. Too close. His palm was already in my hair, tugging just enough to make me whimper, just enough to tilt my head back and make me feel owned.I wasn’t wearing panties. I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea. Maybe I wanted this. Maybe I’d been dreaming about it for so long that the second they were in the same room, something inside me snapped and I just walked right into the trap. My dress was short, slutty, silky—barely even a dress—and I was already wet. Like, dripping wet. I could feel it running down my thighs. My tits