Todos os capítulos de Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

He stared at me like I had just dropped to my knees and handed him my soul. “Say it again,” he said, stepping closer, the muscles in his jaw twitching like he was fighting something inside him. “Say it louder.” “I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” I repeated, “Please. I’m dripping. I need you.” He grabbed my chin and forced my face up to meet his. His fingers were rough, cold, possessive, and I could barely breathe. “You’ve got a filthy little mouth,” he said. “And I’m going to stuff it full when I’m done with that soaked pussy of yours. You want to be fucked in the rain, baby? You want to be pounded until your back’s against this damn wall and your legs won’t stop shaking?” “Yes,” I gasped, grinding against his thigh like I had no dignity left. “Yes, please. I want all of it.” He unzipped his jeans slowly, like he wanted me to see the hunger on his face as his cock sprang free. It was thick, veiny, long enough to make my mouth drop open in shock, and glistening with pre-cum even th

The second I opened the door, I knew I was done for, because he didn’t rush in or hesitate or act awkward like a normal person would. He just stepped inside calmly, shut the door behind him, and leaned against it like he had been invited there all along, which technically he had, even though my brain was still screaming that this was insane and reckless and absolutely not something I would ever admit to out loud. “Oh shit,” I breathed, staring at him openly now, because wow, seeing him in person was a completely different problem. He was taller than I expected, broader, with that quiet confidence that made my stomach twist and my thighs clench instantly. “You look… real. Like very real. Like I definitely should have asked more questions before unlocking my door, but here we are.” “You invited me,” he said, his voice just as deep as it had been on the phone. “And you’re still standing there wet and breathing like that, so I’m guessing you don’t want me to leave.” “I really don’t,”

I didn’t even want to go on the trip. It was some last-minute bachelorette thing, and I only said yes because I needed to feel something besides boredom and mild depression. I thought maybe I’d get drunk, post a few bikini thirst traps, flirt with a bartender, and get over my ex like a healthy adult. But what I didn’t plan for was the flight attendant. I didn’t plan for him at all. The second I stepped onto that private jet and saw him — tall, broad shoulders, black hair slicked back just enough, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a voice that could melt concrete — I forgot how to form real sentences. He handed me a glass of champagne and said, “Welcome aboard. Let me know if you need anything at all.” And I swear to God, I was already wet by the time I sat down. He wasn’t just polite. He was dangerous.. Smirking like he knew exactly what I was thinking. Which made it worse. Way worse. I kept telling myself to look away, but I couldn’t stop watching him. Every time he walked by,

I’m going to be honest right now because there’s no point in lying when I’m already this wet. I did not expect to get locked in a storage closet with Maddox, the human migraine I’ve been beefing with since the first week I started working here. I thought today would just be another regular Wednesday. I would fake productivity. I would make snide comments when I passed his desk. Maybe I’d roll my eyes in his direction if I was feeling bold. I did not, under any circumstance, plan to end up pressed up against industrial shelving with my skirt shoved to my waist, trying not to moan as he growled in my ear. But that’s exactly what happened. It started when I stormed down the hall after a stupid argument about a broken printer, which, by the way, he absolutely broke and blamed on me. I was halfway through a sentence about how his brain probably runs on gasoline fumes and ego when the storage closet door swung shut behind us and clicked. It locked. Automatically. From the outside. I st

It started in the elevator.Just me. And him.He didn’t speak. He just stared. From the moment the doors slid shut, his eyes were locked on me like he already knew what I looked like naked. Like he was picturing me bent over, panties shoved to the side, legs shaking from his cock buried so deep I’d never forget him.I swallowed. My mouth was dry. My legs already weak.He didn’t ask for permission. Didn’t even say hello.He stepped forward, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me to him like he owned me. Like I was something he’d been waiting to ruin. My back hit the mirror. His hand grabbed my chin. His thumb dragged across my lip and he smirked like he could smell how wet I was.“You’re gonna let me taste it,” he said. “Right here. Right fucking now.”My breath caught. My knees buckled. My nipples hardened under my dress and I knew—right then—I was already his.He dropped to his knees.In a fucking elevator.One hand yanked my panties down to my heels. The other pulled my leg over his should