Todos los capítulos de Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

It was supposed to be quiet. Just a study night. A boring, peaceful evening where I sat in the corner of the library flipping through books and pretending I was focused. But I wasn’t focused. Not even a little. Not with the way my thighs kept rubbing together under the table.And then he showed up.I didn’t even hear him walk in. He didn’t make a sound. But suddenly, he was standing right behind me. His shadow fell across my books and my whole body froze. I didn’t even look up. I could feel him. His presence.“You,” he said. Just that one word, but it hit me so deep in my stomach I clenched my thighs tighter. “Take your panties off. Now.”And oh my God, I don’t even know why I listened. I should have screamed. I should have asked who the fuck he was. But I didn’t. I looked around like an idiot, saw that the coast was clear, and I actually reached under my skirt and slipped them off. My hands were shaking. My pussy was so fucking wet. And when I held them out to him, he didn’t say than

I knew exactly what I was doing the moment I slipped into that tiny black dress. The one that barely covered my ass and clung to my hips like it was painted on. The one I wasn’t supposed to wear. The one Blake told me I’d regret putting on if I walked past his room one more time. And guess what? I did. I walked past his room three times. By the time I got to the dining room, all eyes were on me. But I didn’t care about any of them. Not my mom. Not his dad. Not Blake’s snobby half-sister who acted like I was just the charity case they took in after my mom married into the mansion. No. I only cared about the one person at the table who wasn’t pretending to hide his stare. Blake. He was already seated at the far end of the long mahogany table, looking like the kind of sin that should come with a warning label. His shirt was rolled up to his elbows, exposing inked forearms and thick veins that made my throat tighten. His jaw was tight. His eyes were darker than usual. And the second h

I was sweating. My thighs were trembling. My whole body was shaking like a fucking leaf. Not from fear. From how soaked I was. From how badly I wanted him to open that damn door and ruin me. I couldn’t stop twitching. Couldn’t stop squeezing my thighs together. I was going insane in here. He locked me in his closet. Yes. His actual walk-in closet. He tied my wrists behind my back with his silk tie, yanked my thong to the side, shoved his fingers in me until I begged him to stop, and then whispered, “Don’t make a sound.” Then he closed the door and left me there while he went to have fucking dinner with the family and pretend like he wasn’t the filthiest bastard in this house. I was naked. I was kneeling between his leather boots and expensive shoes and silk suits like I belonged there. Like I was one of his dirty little possessions. And I was. Because this was his closet. His room. His rules. And I was his toy. My lips were parted. My mouth was gagging on nothing. My breath fog

It started with heat. The kind that makes your skin sticky and your thighs wet even when no one’s touched you. The kind of night where the air refuses to move, the fan’s broken, and all I’m wearing is a black silk robe that clings to my chest like it knows I’m not wearing a bra underneath. I was sweating. My nipples were hard. My pussy was soaked, and I couldn’t sleep. Not like this. Not with the way my body ached for something I hadn’t dared to admit out loud.I got up to open the window and cool down, but the second I turned around, my breath caught in my throat.She was awake.Jules.Naked on her bed. Sheets pushed to the side. Her legs spread. Her fingers gliding slowly through her folds like she’d been watching me this whole time. Her eyes locked on mine. Her mouth was open, soft little moans slipping out with every stroke of her fingers. My knees got weak just looking at her.She didn’t even blink. Her voice was low, deep, dirty. “Get over here and sit on my face.”I should’ve

She shouldn’t have whispered that.She shouldn’t have said, “Next time I want you to wear it and fuck me like a filthy little daddy,” with her breath still hot on my lips, with her legs trembling and the toy still dripping inside her pussy.Because now I wasn’t just thinking about it.I was already reaching under the bed and pulling out the harness.Thick black leather.I slid it on slowly, my fingers still slick with her cum, tightening the straps around my hips as she laid there watching me like a hungry little bitch. The toy was thick. Curved. Deep purple with veins and a wide base. I gripped it with both hands, spit on the tip, and stroked it like it was my real cock.She moaned.Loud.So fucking loud.I walked toward her, strapped and dripping, and grabbed her by the hair.“On your knees.”She obeyed instantly.No questions.No hesitation.She turned around, faced the pillows, lifted her ass high in the air, and looked back at me with her tongue already out.“Please, daddy.”I sp