Lahat ng Kabanata ng EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

~Shuzuki's POV~ The conference room in the sleek Tokyo high-rise hummed with the low murmur of executives wrapping up their presentations. I sat at the head of the table, my fingers drumming lightly on the polished mahogany, eyes fixed on the projector screen as numbers and projections blurred into irrelevance. Shuzuki Takeshi, CEO of Nakamura Corp, that's me...thirty-eight, sharp-suited, and perpetually in control. Or so I liked to tell myself. But today, control felt like a fraying thread, pulled taut by the man sitting two seats to my left.Minato. My assistant. My lover. The one who knew every inch of my body better than I did myself. He was twenty-nine, with that effortless poise that turned heads...dark hair falling just so over his forehead, eyes like polished obsidian, and a smile that could disarm a boardroom or unravel me in private. Today, he was in his usual armor...a tailored black suit that hugged his lean frame, shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal a sliver o

The sprawling Russo estate loomed like a fortress on the outskirts of the city, its iron gates guarded by men with eyes like hawks and guns hidden under tailored black jackets. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of polished marble and old money, but for Ramona, it felt more like a gilded cage. Victor Russo, her husband in name and her lover in fleeting moments, had been gone for three months this time. Some deal with the Colombians, he'd said in his last clipped phone call, his voice echoing through the satellite connection like a ghost. 'Stay safe, Mona. Alejandro's got you covered.' Covered? The word mocked her now as she stood before the full-length mirror in her walk-in closet, slipping out of a crimson evening gown that hugged her hourglass figure too perfectly for solitude.At thirty-two, Ramona was a masterpiece of curves and confidence, full breasts that strained against lace bras, a waist cinched by years of yoga, and hips that swayed with an innate sensuality Victor

~Miguel's POV~ I gripped the chain-link fence, my knuckles white from the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. The crowd's roars faded into a dull hum as I stared down Rocco, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his brow onto the blood-smeared mat. We'd been tearing into each other for twenty minutes straight...fists flying, bodies slamming, every punch landing like a promise of more pain to come. My ribs ached where he'd cracked me good, but fuck, that only made my cock twitch harder in my shorts. This underground fight club was my church, and nights like this, when the line between beating the shit out of someone and fucking them blurred, were my sacraments.Rocco spat blood onto the ground, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that feral glint. He was built like a goddamn tank...broad shoulders, thick thighs, tattoos snaking up his arms like warnings. I'd seen him fight before, watched him break jaws and egos, but tonight, I wanted to break something else. 'You done yet

~Roxanne's POV~ The torchlight flickered across the stone walls of the palace, casting long shadows that danced like restless spirits in the humid air. This wasn't some dusty relic of a forgotten age; no, the city sprawled outside these walls was alive with the clamor of merchants hawking their wares, the distant clang of blacksmith hammers, and the low hum of intrigue that never slept. It felt modern in its chaos, urban in its pulse, even if the architecture harked back to kings and knights, to thrones carved from ancient bone and iron. But inside, in the heart of it all, I was just a debt slave, a maid named Roxanne, scrubbing floors and serving wine to pay off my father's foolish loans to the crown. That was the official story. The real one? I was King Xander's personal fucktoy, his exclusive little slut, summoned to his chambers every night to spread my legs and take whatever madness he unleashed.Father had gambled away our family's fortune on bad trades with the border lords

The guard's voice cut through the haze of lust like a dagger, sharp and unwelcome. 'Sire! The rebels... they've breached the outer wall! Knights are mobilizing!' Xander's body tensed above me, his cock still buried deep, twitching with unfinished business. I could feel every inch of him, thick and unyielding, as if he were anchoring himself to me amid the chaos. His gray eyes flicked toward the door, a storm brewing in their depths, but then they snapped back to mine, wild and possessive. 'Let them come,' he snarled, voice rough as gravel. 'I'll deal with the dogs after I deal with you.'He didn't pull out. Instead, he gripped my hips harder, nails digging into the soft flesh, and resumed thrusting...slow at first, deliberate, like he was staking his claim against the world falling apart outside. The whip dangled forgotten from his hand, but the threat lingered, heightening every sensation. My bound wrists strained against the leather straps, the burn adding to the fire coiling in