All Chapters of FORBIDDEN DESIRES : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER FOUR Eva’s heart lurched at the sharp knock on the door, her pussy still throbbing, slick with cum, her thighs sticky against the desk. Hayes’s cock, hard and wet, teased her entrance, his wicked smile frozen as the sound cut through the office. Her eyes widened, panic flooding her chest, her breath hitching as she stared at him. The air smelled of her arousal, musky and thick, mixing with the faint leather of his chair.“Get up,” Hayes said, his voice low, a dangerous edge to it. He stepped back, his cock still straining against his unzipped slacks, the head glistening. “Dress up and don’t make a sound.”Her hands shook as she slid off the desk, papers crinkling under her weight. Her panties and jeans were tangled at her ankles, damp with her juices. She yanked them up, the fabric scraping her sensitive thighs, the zipper loud in the quiet room. Her bra was next, her fingers fumbling with the hooks, her breasts still tender from his mouth. She pulled her shirt on, then he

CHAPTER SIX Eva’s body trembled as she adjusted her red dress, her torn panties sticking to her thighs, wet with Hayes’s cum and her own juices. His lips had left her nipples sore, his hand brushing her hair as they parted in the quiet office, the air thick with the smell of their sex. She walked into the hallway, the lights bright, her legs weak, her mind spinning with his touch, his voice claiming her.--- The next day, class felt endless. Eva sat in the back, her tight black skirt hugging her hips, the hem high on her thighs, her blouse thin, no bra, her nipples hard against the silk. Her pussy throbbed every time Hayes’s eyes met hers during the lecture. He stood at the front, his voice steady, talking about John Donne’s poetry, his shirt tight across his chest. Sophie sat in the front row, her skirt short, her blouse open at the top, showing her cleavage. She raised her hand, her voice sweet and teasing.“Professor Hayes, in ‘The Flea,’ does Donne mean love is just about th

CHAPTER EIGHT A sharp knock jolted Eva’s heart. A voice called through the dorm room door, “Eva, are you in there?” Her body pressed tight against the cool plaster wall, Hayes’s cock buried deep inside her, their breaths ragged from the wild sex. His cum trickled down her thighs, warm and slick, and it mixed with her own wetness. Her blouse was gone, her panties torn away, leaving her bare pussy exposed, dripping. Hayes kept thrusting, his hips moved slow and deliberate, his cock hit her sensitive spot, sending heat surging through her. His lips sucked her right nipple hard, his tongue swirled over the stiff peak, and she moaned softly, “Mmm.” Eva called back, “I’m fine.” Her voice shook, and her pussy clenched tight around him with each thrust.Mia, a girl from their literature class, spoke again. “Eva, are you okay? I heard you crying after class today.” Her voice sounded gentle but worried. Eva’s cheeks flushed red, and Sophie’s cruel words from the classroom, calling her a s

CHAPTER TEN Tuesday morning came in a different mood. Eva was ready to meet Mia and confront her about the note. She wanted to clear the air and stop her heart from always beating and racing each time she saw those notes. She pressed her lips together tightly as she stood in front of Mia's dorm room. She sighs and knocks on the door, the hallway dimming with a faint perfume scent that clinged to the air. Mia opened the door, her eyes wide and her face pale as moonlight as she twisted her hands nervously. “Why’re you leaving those notes?” Eva demanded, her nails biting her palms. Mia’s face crumpled, tears spilling out of her eyes as her voice breaked like glass. “I saw you that night, Eva,” she sobbed, words barely audible. “Through the door crack. I couldn’t stop watching. I got jealous, obsessed.” Eva’s stomach lurched with shock and disgust crashing over her, breath catching in her throat. “You watched us?” Her voice cracked, legs wobbling as she stepped back, skin prick

CHAPTER TWOThe morning sun streamed through the tall windows, but it did little to warm the kitchen. Amara sat stiffly at the breakfast table, spoon hovering over her cereal. She kept stealing glances at Jace, who leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, half-listening to the news on the small kitchen TV.“Morning,” she muttered, more to herself than to anyone else.Jace didn’t respond. Not immediately. He took a sip of his coffee and smirked, eyes narrowing. “Morning,” he said finally, his tone slow and deliberate, like he was weighing her reaction.Amara rolled her eyes. “Could you not sound so smug? It’s breakfast. Not a battlefield.”He chuckled, a low, lazy sound. “Battlefield? Please. You’re the one glaring at me like I killed your puppy.”“I am not glaring,” she snapped, her voice higher than she intended. “I’m observing.”“Observing? That’s cute. Really scientific of you,” he said, tilting his head. “What are you observing exactly?”“That you’re insufferable,” she r