All Chapters of Forbidden Collection : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nova’s POV “Mum, please… you don’t understand.” My voice softened, almost breaking. “I can’t work with Davis—let alone live with him. I’ll find another tech company, I promise. Just not his, please. I’ll do better, I’ll behave, I swear. Just… don’t make me do this, Mum.” She sighed, her voice firm yet gentle. “No, sweetheart, it’s safer working with your brother. You won’t be so stressed”. “Trust me, I was once an intern. I know how tough it can be, how some sultry men try to take advantage of young girls, and I won’t want that for you. My decision is final, Nova. You’ll thank me later.” I didn’t say another word. I just turned away quietly, the lump in my throat tightening and went straight to my room, throwing myself onto the bed. “Ugh,Mom is so difficult,” I muttered, groaning into the pillow. “She always thinks Davis is the perfect son.” Tch, that same Davis whose eyes strip me naked every time he looks at me, his gaze so hungry it’s like he’s already fucking me in his head.

NOVA POV She grabbed me, hoisting me onto the counter like I was her dirty little toy, her hands gripping my hips hard. Her lips slammed into mine, kissing me with wet, nasty passion. I moaned loud into her mouth—fuck, her tongue fucked mine better than any cock ever could. She knew how to make my pussy scream. Still tongue-fucking my mouth, she ripped open my shirt, her soft hands diving in to grab my tits. A desperate, slutty moan spilled out as she pinched my nipples, twisting them just right, sending arousal straight to my soaking wet cunt. I was her filthy bitch, ready to get fucked stupid. Her mouth attacked my tits, licking every inch of my chest, her lips greedy and hot. She grabbed my boobs, squeezed them roughly and hungry, sucking my nipples so hard I gasped, her tongue flicking like she was starving for my body. I was ready to be her slut, ready to be fucked senseless. No guy ever made me this wet. “Fuck… Zara… suck those tits harder,” I moaned, my eyes rolling

Tasha POV “You really can’t be selling me off to men like I’m so damn thing you own!” I hissed, my voice sharp with outrage. “Baby, If you’ve got a problem with that, then maybe you’d rather get your ass back to prison.” “This wasn’t the deal. I was supposed to strip, not—” I paused, my stomach twisting. “Not do hookups. You gaslit me into prostitution , and now you signed me up in an orgy fest?” “Exactly, you got it right,” Madam said, her lips curling into a smirk. I stared at her in disbelief. “Why me? Why are you always on my neck? There are tons of other girls—way hotter—who could do this. Why can’t you let me be? Why do you keep picking on me?” I demanded, frustration cracking my voice. She tilted her head. “Oh, sweetheart don’t raise your voice, darling. It’s unattractive.” “Are you rage-baiting me?” I snapped, anger bubbling out before I could stop it. “Seems like you’re beginning to forget your place, Tasha.” You’re here to work and pay off your debts.” She

“Switch,” Hunter barked, sweat dripping down his hot abs. They yanked out their cocks, my holes gaping. I was dragged to the counter, Andrew slammed balls-deep into my soaked pussy, his thick cock stretching me with aggressive, pounding thrusts—SLAP-SLAP-SLAP—making me scream, AH shittt.. Fuck too much. I moaned, biting my lower lips. Caleb gripped my hips, ramming his fat cockinto my ass, rougher than before, reaming me wide as sweat flew off our bodies. Mickey straddled my tits, squeezing them around his veiny dick, thrusting like a beast. “Fuck these tits raw,” he growled, grunting loud. Josh climbed behind Andrew, shoving into his ass—Andrew roared, pounding me harder in rhythm, the chain of muscled studs sweating. Enzo forced my head, cock slick from ass-to-mouth, gagging me deep—raw, musky taste flooding my throat as I moaned. Pink Tip and Caleb made out sloppy, cocks grinding, then Caleb pulled out. “Balcony—now!” Caleb sneered spit stringing from their sloppy mak

We strutted down the hallway, eyes glued to us from every corner. Naturally—they knew we always dress to kill. We’re literally always the talk of the school—and the hottest cheerleaders, of course. Well… also classified as the mean girls. We’re not really mean—we’re just… uhm, not nice. There’s a huge difference. We just put anyone who tries to get in our way down. Take Diana, for example. I mean, she’s a transferred student. They met in grade 10. I’ve known him since grade 9. So technically she stole him from me, even if he doesn’t look my way or even know I exist. But he’s damn sexy! The hottest hockey player. I love his smile. I literally know every single detail about him. I slammed the locker. Whose locker? The blonde bitch’s, of course—the one who refuses to know her place. “What do you want from me now?” she said, rolling her eyes. Nelly scoffed. “Are you trying to be us? That eye-roll doesn’t suit you.” “Does anything suit a bitch like her?” I asked. “Well, that’s