Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 106

“So, who’s ready to judge the world’s first live redemption porn, boys—make us proud.”Layla spun the rolling office chair like a throne, wheels squeaking loud on cracked concrete, legs kicked up on a busted keyboard. Toni flopped into a swivel seat, boots thudding on a shattered monitor, stale popcorn bag crinkling in her fist, kernels spilling like yellow confetti. Brianna perched on a server rack, bat across her lap like a scepter, red lipstick smeared from laughing, thighs rubbing under her jeans. Big Daddy Burrito loomed behind Layla, metal hand protective on her bare thigh, thumb tracing slow filthy circles, the heat from his chassis making her skin tingle, cock twitching under his panel like it wanted in on the fun.Layla crunched a kernel loud, salt on her lips, eyes locked on Rex and Milo—pants pooled at ankles, cocks half-hard from fear and secret want, the warehouse stinking of burnt circuits and fresh cum.“We’re the judges now” she said, voice lazy and venom-sweet. “No

“How could you disgrace us like this” her mother shrieked, the slap still echoing in Layla’s ears, cheek burning like fire.The living room exploded into chaos—voices overlapping, furniture scraping, tears and accusations flying like shrapnel. Sunlight sliced through the blinds, striping the carpet in harsh lines, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and rage. Max barked frantic from the kitchen, paws scratching tile, leash rattling.Layla stumbled back, hand on her face, blood metallic on her tongue, vision blurring.“Mom” she gasped. “Stop—”Her mother advanced, pearls rattling like bullets, finger jabbing Layla’s chest.“You destroyed your marriage over a toy” she spat. “A sex doll! Seven years of therapy, church, prayers—wasted! You’re a whore in silicone! Shame on you!”Blake stepped forward, hoodie rumpled, fists clenched.“Is this why you left Dad” he yelled. “For a machine? We thought you were lonely—not insane! You lied to us!”Madison wiped tears furious, ponytail whipping.“W

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Cade growled, slamming his hand against the steering wheel as the SUV jerked, skidded, and sank deeper into the snow. “Move. Move! Come on—dammit!”The wind slapped the windows like it wanted to rip the doors off. The blizzard whited out the road, swallowing the forest, the streetlights, everything.His wolf snarled inside him, restless, irritated.“I told you not to come back here,” the wolf hissed. “This place is trouble.”“Shut up,” Cade muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t come back for fun.”He hadn’t wanted to come back. Not once in Three years.But Grandma was dying. Dad laid down the law:“Christmas lodge. Whole pack. Bring a mate or don’t show your face.”So here he was, stuck in a ditch five miles outside town limits, phone barely alive.His phone buzzed. He snatched it up.“Finally.”His sister’s voice came through, bored and too calm for someone safe and cozy in a warm house.“Hey, Cade. Yeah, we can’t send anyone. Roads are