All Chapters of Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Susan Moreau was still trembling. Her robe clung to her skin like silk poured over fire. Her thighs slick, her pulse unsteady, her legs barely able to keep her upright. She had just been fucked in the shower. Fucked like a woman who had waited too long. Keiran Vale had split her open with his cock. Bent her over slick tile. Bitten her shoulder as he pumped hot cum deep inside her soaking, needy pussy. “You taste like heaven,” he’d growled. “And I’m not done with you.” She had screamed for him—fingers clawing glass, nipples flattened to fog, begging him not to stop. And when he finished inside her, her body had collapsed against his chest. Now, she stood against the bathroom sink, steam still curling in the air, water dripping from her collarbones. Her cunt ached. Her lips were swollen. Her nipples were still hard. The knock came three minutes later. Three short taps. Curious. Sweet. Susan flinched. Keiran stepped out of the steam, towel loose around his hips, hair wet,

“¡Maldito viejo sucio!” Francesa spat in Spanish as she yanked the apron off her curvy little waist and tossed it on the kitchen counter.Her boss’s wife was still screaming in the other room, calling her a slut, a whore, a snake. Francesa didn’t care. She was tired of gringos and their stupid problems. It wasn’t her fault the husband couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass when she bent over to scrub the marble floors.“Pack your things, you tramp!” the wife shouted, her face red and ugly. “My husband is drooling over you like a dog in heat—get out of my house!”Francesa blew a kiss at her just to make her madder. “Don’t be jealous, señora. I can’t help it if your man prefers me.” Her accent was thick, her English sharp but laced with spice. She turned and sashayed out, her hips rolling in that way that had gotten her in trouble more times than she could count.Outside, her “madame” was waiting in the car—the older woman who ran the cleaning service that had smuggled Francesa into America

He growled—a raw, guttural sound of relief, his hand flying to her hair. His hips jerked forward as if his body couldn’t help it, shoving deeper into her throat.Her lips stretched wide around him, drool spilling as she gagged. She worked her tongue along his thick dick, sucking harder every time he moaned. His pain melted into pure, filthy pleasure, his veins slowly pulling back under his skin.“Fuck—yes,” he groaned, voice shaking. “Keep going. Don’t stop.” His grip in her hair tightened, guiding her, using her.She choked but moaned around him, her pussy throbbing, her nipples hard under her thin nightgown. She felt like a whore on her knees for her cold, deadly boss—and she loved it.“Fuck,” he groaned, the veins on his chest starting to recede. “Yes… more.”She sucked him deep, saliva dripping down her chin, her tongue swirling around his shaft.His fangs grazed her skin, so sharp she thought they might break it. His cock throbbed against her stomach.“Good little maid,” he grow

Her blood hit his tongue and Elijah lost control. His hand ripped her uniform open, buttons flying. Her tits spilled free, dark nipples hard and begging. He latched onto one, sucking like a beast, blood smearing down his lips.Francesa arched, moaning loud, shameless.“¡Ay coño! You no gentle, papi… you animal. I like.”His hand slid down, yanked her panties aside, two fingers plunging deep into her soaked pussy.Her scream echoed through the cellar.“¡Mierdaaa! Yes! Put the whole fucking hand—”He cut her off by slamming her hips against the wall, shoving his cock out, already thick, already leaking. He didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. He pushed inside her with one brutal thrust.Her mouth dropped open, eyes rolling.“¡JESUS MARIA Y JOSE! Too big, papi! You split me!”Elijah grunted, dragging his length out slow, then slamming back in until her ass slapped against his hips.“You heal fast,” he whispered in her ear. “Your body… it takes me. You’re mine.”She laughed through her moans, hair

Elijah’s POVShe collapsed in my arms like a doll, her body limp, skin flushed, lips parted. But she wasn’t dead. She wasn’t turning either. No… she was glowing.Actual light. Radiance spilling out of her skin as if her blood was fire under the surface.I froze, clutching her against me. In five hundred years, I had seen witches burn alive, vampires staked through the heart, humans scream their last breath. But never this. Never a maid glowing like a star after I had fucked her raw.““Stupid girl “,I muttered, staring at her chest rising and falling.What the fuck are you?” Her nightgown was torn from where I ripped it. Her thighs glistened with my cum, still dripping from the way I’d taken her until she blacked out. She should’ve been broken. Bruised. Terrified. Instead, she looked… holy. Untouchable. Like my cock hadn’t just ruined her hours ago.And worse—I wanted her again. Right now.I carried her to my bed. My bed no woman had ever been allowed to touch. I laid her down, but my