Todos los capítulos de Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

I didn’t sleep. Not even a wink. Not after that. Not after kneeling in Professor Wolfe’s office with my mouth full and my dignity dripping down my chin. Are you kidding? How was I supposed to sleep when I could still feel his fingers tangled in my hair and the taste of his cum drying at the corner of my lips like a fucking grade I couldn’t wash off? I laid in bed all night. Still in my skirt. Still wet. Still playing it back over and over again in my head like a nasty little movie only I had tickets to. And you know what? I didn’t feel guilty. I didn’t feel wrong. I felt chosen. I felt seen. I felt like the dirtiest, smartest, brattiest bitch alive, and I wanted more. I wanted him to ruin me again. Deeper this time. Rougher. I wanted to be punished until I forgot how to argue. Until my throat was sore and my A was tattooed into my pussy like a signature. So I wrote him a new essay. Rewrote the whole thing with trembling fingers and sticky thighs and the scent of sin clinging t

He growled. I felt it. I fucking felt it deep in my pussy, in my legs, in my bones. The sound came straight from his chest. His fingers were buried inside me, knuckle-deep and curling, and his mouth..God, his mouth..was so relentless on my clit I was already losing my mind, again. “You like that, Aria?” he snarled against me, lips wet, voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. “You like your professor’s mouth ruining your little pussy like this?” “Yes! Oh my God, yes—I love it—fuck—I love it, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, I need it so bad, I need you—” “You’re soaked,” he said, pulling back just long enough to drag his fingers out of me and slap my clit once—hard enough to make me scream again. “You’re dripping down my fucking hand. You came all over my mouth like a whore and you still want more?” “Yes,” I cried, legs twitching, hands clawing at the edge of the desk. “I’ll be a whore—just for you—oh my God, Professor, I want to be yours—” That broke him. I saw it. He st

And then he shoved in, all at once, like he had been holding himself back for hours just to make this moment hurt in the best way possible. My pussy stretched around him so fast my legs almost buckled. I swore I could feel every thick inch of him pressing into me, dragging against the walls inside me, forcing me open until my body had no choice but to take him. I cried out so loudly my voice echoed against the walls of his office, my nails clawing desperately, my toes curling in my shoes. I had been wet for him since the second I stepped into this room, but nothing in my life had prepared me for the feeling of him inside me. It was like my body knew him, like my cunt had been empty until now, like he was exactly what it had been made to hold. He didn’t give me time to breathe. His hands were like steel on my hips, dragging me back to meet brutal thrust as he pounded into me so deep I swore I could feel him in my stomach. I kept gasping and moaning, babbling nonsense betw

My thoughts were all over the place, what is happening, she is really doing this, oh my God she is going to touch me, Wolfe is still inside me, I cannot believe this is happening and yet every single one made my pussy throb tighter around him. She stopped right in front of me, so close I could smell her perfume, warm and expensive, the kind that made my head feel light. Her fingers reached up to my cheek and traced down my jaw in a slow stroke that sent a shiver racing down my spine. “You are so pretty up close,” she said. “I think you will taste sweet.” My lips parted, and I swore my face got even hotter. “I—Renee—I don’t—oh my God—” I stammered, but then she slipped her fingers under the straps of her bra and eased them down her shoulders with agonizing slowness, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. The lace fell away, and my breath caught hard in my chest. Her breasts spilled free, soft and perfect, her nipples a deep, dusky pink that made my mouth water before my b

The second the cold metal snapped around my wrist, I knew I was about to lose my mind, and not in the normal way I do when Knox Mercer is breathing anywhere within a mile of me, but in the kind of way where my skin goes hot and my brain just starts screaming at me to run, except I cannot run because I am literally chained to him like some sick joke from the universe. I mean, out of everyone in the world to be stuck to, it had to be him, the man who has made it his personal mission to ruin my life every time we cross paths, the one with that stupid beard that makes him look like a villain in a movie and those ridiculous arms that look like they could snap me in half without him even breaking a sweat. He was still holding onto my arm, fingers tight, pulling me further into the safehouse like he owned the place, and I swear my heart was pounding so loud it drowned out the sound of the door slamming behind us. The room smelled like dust and old wood, and every step I took made the cu