Semua Bab Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“He recorded you,” she whispered. “He’s been recording you.”I froze.Like completely. My blood just stopped. Like my lungs didn’t know how to move anymore. Like every single part of my body turned to ice and heat at the same time, burning and freezing in the same breath. Because what the actual fuck? What did she just say? He what?“He’s been recording you.”That was what she said. And I didn’t need her to say it again because my brain was already spiraling, already connecting all the dots I’d been too naive, too blind, too stupid to see. He had been watching. From the beginning. From the first night I stayed over. From that moment I shut the guest room door and peeled off my bra and didn’t even realize the mirror was tilted. From the way I bent over in that tiny towel. From the way I danced around when I thought no one was looking. From that stupid night I slept without panties because my period cramps were too bad and I thought the sheets felt nice. He saw everything. He had ever

~Maya~“Daddy,” I whispered, and it came out like a prayer—no, not a sweet little bedtime one, but a desperate, shaking, sinful kind of prayer. One that belonged in a church with the roof caving in. My throat was raw from begging. My lips were swollen from sucking. My whole body was wrecked, but I still said it again. “Please. I want her to see. I want her to see how I moan for you. How I cream for you. How I take it over and over until my legs stop working and I forget my fucking name. I want her to see what it means to be yours.” I heard it—the sound she made. Like a sob. Like the kind of noise someone makes when their whole reality just gets ripped in half. It was broken. Shaky. Crushed. And for a second, I almost felt something. Pity? Guilt? I don’t even know. But then he touched me again and all of it vanished. Because he didn’t speak. He didn’t warn me. He didn’t even look at her. He just grabbed me by the waist as his dick left my mouth. He grabbed me with those huge

I screamed. Not like a girl who was embarrassed. Not like a girl who was sorry. I screamed like a bitch in heat with no shame left, no thoughts left, no fucking oxygen left in her lungs because her pussy was spasming so hard around Daddy’s cock I felt like I was gonna black out from how fucking good it was. My back slammed harder into the wall. My legs wrapped tighter around him. My nails dragged down his shoulders as my body clenched and jerked like I was being electrocuted from the inside out. “Oh fuck—fuck—Daddy—I’m cumming,” I choked out, my voice high-pitched and cracking, tears flooding my eyes even though I was smiling like a fucking demon. “I can’t—shit—I can’t stop. I can’t even breathe. It’s still going—fuck—I’m still cumming, Daddy, I swear, it won’t stop.” And it didn’t. My whole body was shaking. My pussy was gushing around him, dripping all the way down his cock, down his thighs, making the floor beneath us wet with the sound of everything he’d done to me. And he

Nina’s POVI think the exact moment my brain broke was when I heard my fiancé groan my best friend’s name with his mouth full of her pussy.Like actually say it. Like he was choking on her clit.And the worst part?I was wearing white.I was wearing the robe he bought me with our initials embroidered on the sleeve, and I was on my way to surprise him with a kiss and a little flash of panties because it was the last weekend before our wedding, and I thought, stupidly, that he’d actually be excited to see me.But instead, I got to the guest bedroom door.And heard her.My maid of honor.My best fucking friend.Moaning.Loud. Like fake loud. Like pornstar-for-attention loud.“Oh my God, yes—fuck, just like that, baby, oh my—”I froze. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I heard him.My fiancé. My future husband. The man who swore up and down he’d never even looked at her that way.“God, your pussy’s so sweet,” he groaned. “So much tighter than Nina’s.”That was the moment

~Nina~I don’t think I slept at all that first night. Not a wink. Not even after Daddy came inside me and walked out like he hadn’t just turned me into the dirtiest little slut in the entire state. I just laid there in my bed, naked under my robe, legs spread open, staring at the ceiling fan spinning too fast, thinking about his cock and how full he made me feel and how my pussy still ached like I was branded from the inside out. I didn’t touch myself. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I was scared he’d know. Somehow. Like he had a camera in my walls. Or worse. Like he’d feel it. Like the moment I tried to rub the mess he left between my thighs into another orgasm, his voice would crawl out of the shadows and growl, “Did Daddy say you could cum again?”So I stayed still.And soaked the sheets.The next morning, I showed up to breakfast with the same cum in my cunt and a fresh layer of lip gloss. He didn’t look at me. Not once. He read the paper. He sipped his black coffee.