Semua Bab Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Aaron’s voice growled from his office doorway. His towel hung low, chest glistening, eyes dark and dangerous.Kira froze, desire dripped between her thighs “I… I have to go,” she whispered, gripping the mating ritual scroll tight. “It’s… my invitation.”Aaron stepped closer, Alpha heat radiating off him, his jaw tight. “At midnight? Alone? You really think I’m letting you walk out that door?”“I’m not yours!” she snapped, cheeks burning, body trembling. “You’re married to my sister leave me the fuck alone!”Aaron’s dark eyes narrowed, a low growl vibrating in his chest. “I can’t I’ve tried,” he said, voice rough, thick with need. “You also want me. Don’t lie.”Kira’s thighs quivered. Her nipples stabbed through her top. She wanted him…wanted him to bend her over that desk, take her..but she couldn’t. Not openly. Not while Bibi was in the house.Aaron reached for her hand, possessive, claiming. She yanked it back, heart racing.“You’re impossi

‘’Your pussy is so tight, little wolf ‘’ Kira’s pussy squeezed his dick in as the scarred alpha pressed inside her cunt….the weight was heavy and full, pressing her into the soft earth. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her cunt core shaking and squelching with every hard thrust he made. “I… I shouldn’t…” she whispered, voice breaking, but the lie came easily. Her body had already betrayed her, responding before her mind could even think.“Shouldn’t what, little wolf?” he growled, his teeth grazing her ear. “Don’t lie to me. I feel your stickiness, your pussy walls holding me … dripping, quivering, wanting me. Alpha Aaron was right….you are a tight little cunt Wolf.”Her hands dug into his shoulders, trying to resist, but every press of his shaft, every shift of his hips, made her tremble even harder. “ Why did Alpha Aaron send you to me….I know he wants to fuck me …”“Look at me,” he demanded, voice low and rough. “Tell me what you want. Don’t hide it…You want Aaron right”My

“Let me walk… please,” Kira mumbled, her voice weak. The triplets didn’t slow down.“You can’t even stand, little omega,” the scarred one said, his tone almost teasing. “I can,” she whispered, even though her knees kept buckling.The biggest of the three laughed under his breath. “You’re shaking. From fear or from what we did to you?”Kira’s throat went dry. “Just… tired.”“Sure,” the third murmured, voice dark with amusement. “Keep telling yourself that.”They carried her through the forest anyway—three massive bodies moving in perfect rhythm, their scent clinging to her skin, wild and musky. The night air was cold, but Kira burned from the inside out. Every step made her remember the ritual. Their hands. Their mouths. The claiming.“Almost there,” the scarred one said.When they reached the iron gates, Kira’s breath caught. The mansion rose ahead, tall and bright against the night. The heavy doors opened with a low groan.And there he was—Alpha Aaron.He stood in the doorway like

The air outside the prison was thick with heat and secrets.Camila stepped out of the main building, heels clicking against concrete. Her red dress had long since dried from the mess her boss left on her chest, but the ache between her thighs still pulsed like a live wire.She felt him before she saw him.The black car parked across the street. Tinted windows. Engine off.Eliaz Monroe. Watching. Waiting.He didn’t move. Didn’t honk. Didn’t roll down the window.But she knew.Camila took her time walking past him—slow, calculated, hips swaying.Then circled to the driver’s side.She didn’t knock on the glass.She knocked on the hood.Hard.He rolled the window down halfway. His face unreadable.“I take it you followed me here for a reason, Your Honor.”He didn’t respond.Camila leaned in, her voice dripping with danger.“My sister wants to meet you.”A pause.Then: “Drive.”The inside of the prison smelled like antiseptic and iron.Camila led him down the hallway with the same sway she

Camila didn’t go to work the next day.She sat curled on their old couch, still in the tank top she’d thrown on when they got home, her panties pulled up over a cunt that wouldn’t stop aching.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that red light.Saw herself bent over in front of strangers.And instead of fear?She got wet.The courthouse emails piled up unanswered. Her phone buzzed with messages from court staff, calendar alerts, even the judge’s office.She ignored them all.She sat on the stained couch in a faded tank top and thin panties, legs curled beneath her, arms tight around her knees.She felt sore.Everywhere.Her pussy still ached from the night before. Her thighs bore bruises in the shape of fingers.And she couldn’t stop picturing it.The camera. The blinking light. The shadows behind the mirror.She’d slapped him.She’d called him disgusting.But now, curled on this old couch, she was wet all over again—just thinking about how he looked as he fucked her in front of t