Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

The bathroom was already slippery, our footprints everywhere, the mirror fogged up. My sports bra was soaked and clinging to my chest, and Mila’s top had already come off. Juno had somehow lost her shorts, and Sammy was standing under the shower like it was washing away her thoughts. Her shirt stuck to her body like paint. Her nipples were hard. Everything felt hot and steamy and a little too quiet. We had been laughing. Just minutes ago, we were screaming and chasing each other with buckets, fighting over who got to shower first. But now, Mila was staring at me. Not my face. Not my eyes. My tits. Her gaze was so obvious I didn’t even know how to react until she tilted her head and said it out loud like it was nothing. “Fuck. Both your tits are huge.” I blinked at her, dripping and breathless, and I couldn’t tell if she was drunk on heat or water or something else entirely. Juno looked up from where she was rinsing her arms and started giggling. “Yours and Sammy’s,” Mila said a

I don’t even know why I crawled under the table. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the ache in my chest. Or maybe it was the way he’d been watching me all night—Mr. Vance. My groom’s father. My new father-in-law. The man in the black suit who hadn’t clapped when I walked down the aisle, who hadn’t smiled when we kissed, who hadn’t stood when they announced us as husband and wife. His jaw was locked the entire ceremony. His eyes were on me the whole time. But it wasn’t approval I saw. It wasn’t fatherly pride. It was different And I wanted to know if I was right. My husband was drunk and busy being congratulated by everyone but me. He hadn’t even noticed I’d disappeared. The white tablecloths touched the floor, the long banquet table stretched across the room, and nobody could see me crawl beneath it. Nobody knew I was hiding like a pathetic little slut in a lace wedding dress, breathing hard, heart pounding, palms sweating. My heels slipped off. My veil had already been tugged

I didn’t move. I didn’t look back. I stayed bent over the velvet chaise, ass up, thighs parted, dripping with royal need. I could feel how wet I was. The cold air kissed my folds. My inner walls throbbed with every beat of my heart. And still, he didn’t touch me. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he finally said, his voice hoarse like he hadn’t spoken in years. I looked over my shoulder, and what I saw made my nipples tighten all over again. His fists were clenched. His entire body was shaking. There was a war behind his eyes—duty versus desire—and he was losing. “I do know,” I said. “I know exactly what I’m asking. I’m asking the man who watches me with fire in his eyes to finally do something about it.” His breath hitched. His throat bobbed. He looked like he was in pain. “I swore an oath, Princess,” he said. “To protect you. To guard your life. Not—” “To guard my cunt too?” I cut him off, dripping with wicked heat. “Is that it? Are you protecting me from your cock?” His

He didn’t wait for me to move.He grabbed me.One second I was bent over the table, legs shaking, barely able to breathe. The next second, I was on the cold marble floor, flat on my back, hair sprawled, thighs wide open, with his body towering over me like a punishment I begged for.His eyes were black. Not with rage. With restraint that was long gone. His cock was still throbbing, thick and slick with my cum, bobbing as he stared down at me like he’d never seen anything more sacred than the mess he’d already made of me.“You said you wanted ruined,” he rasped.I nodded. Fast. My whole chest rising and falling like I was suffocating on lust.He dropped to his knees.Not to worship.To claim.His hands gripped my knees and pushed them up until they were almost beside my ears, and the second I saw the look in his eyes—the raw, savage hunger—I knew what was coming wasn’t going to be slow or sweet. It was going to break me.And God help me, I wanted to be broken.“Look at me,” he said. Hi

I don’t know how long he’d been fucking me. All I knew was the throne was soaked. My thighs were trembling. My back was arched. My nipples were hard. And my pussy was still so full of his cock I could barely think. And still, we didn’t stop. Cassian was behind me now. One hand gripped my throat, pulling my head back so my mouth stayed open. The other was on my hip, guiding every thrust like he’d done this a thousand times in his mind before ever touching me. “You wanted this,” he growled in my ear. “Now take it.” “I am taking it,” I panted. “I’m taking it like a fucking queen.” “You’re not the queen.” “I’m not her,” I gasped. “I’m better.” I looked up. And that was when the door opened. I didn’t even hear it. I didn’t feel anything at all—until I saw her. Standing there. Crown still on her head. Mouth frozen in horror. Eyes locked on me. Bent over her throne. Naked. Breathless. With her royal advisor pounding into me from behind. My sister didn’t move. Neither d