All Chapters of Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The cave was a tomb.Lunae’s breath came slow, shallow, her body curled on her side, hair plastered to her cheek, body stiff as a corpse. The ache in her chest was heavy enough to pin her to the floor.Every muscle was stiff, heavy, useless.Lilith had taken it all — her strength, her body’s warmth, her voice — and left her here to rot.Her fingers gave the smallest twitch. That was all she could manage.Then stilled.The sound of water dripping from the ceiling echoed in the dark. Plink… plink… plink… Each drop was another moment lost echoing like a countdown.She tried to scream but her voice stayed locked inside. . to move, to do anything, To claw her way out of her own body. But her lips didn’t part. Her lungs didn’t obey. It was like being buried alive inside her own skin.Somewhere far away, Lilith voice curled through her mind. “I own you now and i just fucked your kingThe laugh that followed was low, sharp, smug — and it slid down her spine like the edge of a knife.Her chest

“Fuck, she’s so wet for you,” Lilith murmured, voice low and filthy. “You’re going to take her hard, fuck her until she screams your name… Lilith’s other hand pressed firmly on the girl’s hip, holding her in place as she slid two fingers in and out, teasing, pumping.Her tongue flicked over the other pearl, sucking and nibbling, making the girl whimper like a lost little thing. Zephyr shifted on the bed behind her, his heavy cock twitching, eyes dark with hunger.Zephyr growled, sliding off the bed, the thick head of his cock bobbing as he approached. His hands grabbed Lilith’s waist, pulling her back against him. Heat blazed between them.Lilith whispered in the concubine’s ear, “You’re going to take both of us tonight. You better be ready to scream.”The concubine trembled, eyes wide with fear and lust.Zephyr’s hand found Lilith’s chin, tilting her face up. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he said, voice rough, “but I like it.”Lilith leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “I want yo

Lunae’s real body was still. Heavy and Useless.She couldn’t move a single finger, but she heard the guards’ voices around her, panicked, low, almost afraid.“She’s breathing… but what the fuck do we do with her?” one whispered.“She looks like ” another swallowed, voice tight, “—like the new princess.”That made them all go silent for a moment.Lunae wanted to laugh, wanted to spit at them, wanted to scream yes, it’s me, your goddess-damned princess! But her lips wouldn’t move. Her tongue lay flat, heavy, dry.One of the guards broke the silence. “If we take her straight to the palace like this, the King and Prince will accuse us. They’ll say we touched her, harmed her.”Another hissed, “And if we leave her here? When she dies, it’ll be our heads anyway.”They argued like scared pups, pacing around the little guard’s quarters where her limp body had been dumped on a cot.Inside, Lunae wanted to howl. You cowards. Carry me to them. I belong to them.But she couldn’t. All she could do

BONG! BONG!! BONG!!! The palace bells.The next day, the palace was buzzing. Guards stomped through halls, servants whispered in corners, humming with fear after Lilith’s escape.But in the King’s chamber,Lunae sat propped up in the King’s chamber, her body had finally healed, she was dressed in a thin white shift that clung to her curves. Her throat was sore from all the prayers, her wolf exhausted but alive.Zephyr paced at the foot of the bed, jaw clenched. The Lycan King stood against the window, staring out at the forest. Neither looked calm.“They searched all night,” Zephyr muttered. “Lilith’s gone. Vanished into shadows. Someone helped her.”“She had help,” the King said flatly, his voice deep as thunder. “We’ll find out who.”They already had. By dawn, a trembling guard had been dragged into the throne hall, accused of smuggling Lilith out of the palace. He begged, he wept, but there was no mercy.“You knew what she was, and you helped her,” the King’s voice had cracked like

Mrs. Susan Moreau couldn’t sleep.She lay in bed that night, silk sheets clinging to her thighs, her fingers still twitching with the memory of his voice.“Rub faster. Don’t stop. Let me see the creamy mess.”Keiran Vale.The housekeeper’s son.The quiet, built young man who’d spent years hauling soil through her roses and trimming the hedges with arms cut from labor.He’d always been helpful. Always respectful. Always looking just a second too long at her chest when she poured coffee in the mornings.But last night?Last night he saw everything.She had never felt that kind of fire—not since her husband’s funeral.Not in years of loneliness, or therapy, or expensive, empty flings.And now?One accidental walk-in, and she couldn’t stop thinking about his cock.The way it twitched in his jeans.The way he breathed when she moaned.The way he told her how to cum like he’d been waiting his whole life to say it.Susan turned over in bed.Pressed her thighs together.Her pussy was still sor