Todos los capítulos de EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures : Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Kamin's fingers plunged deeper into my soaked pussy, curling just right to hit that spongy spot inside me that made my toes curl against the rumpled sheets. I was still on my back from the last round, wrists loosely rebound to the headboard with that silk scarf, my body a canvas of their marks... red handprints on my ass cheeks from Kamin's enthusiastic smacks, faint bite marks along my collarbone from Dwayne's hungry nips, and Darius's thumb-shaped bruises blooming on my throat where he'd gripped me like he owned every breath I took. The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and cum, the city hum outside a distant buzz compared to the pounding of my heart.'Yeah, that's right, you greedy little fuck-pet,' Kamin growled, his dreads falling forward as he leaned over me, his free hand groping my breast, pinching the nipple until it throbbed. 'Still clenching around my fingers like you can't get enough. Bet this pussy's addicted already.' His voice was rough, laced with that c

Marcus's presence hit me like a second wave of heat, his frame filling the doorway before he stepped inside, closing it with a soft but final click. He was younger than Victor, maybe late thirties, with a lean build honed from marathons or something equally disciplined, dark hair tousled just enough to look effortlessly commanding. His eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto me as I knelt there on all fours, Victor's cock buried deep inside me, stretching my pussy with every subtle shift of his hips. The air thickened, charged with the scent of sweat, whiskey, and raw anticipation.I should have felt exposed, vulnerable... hell, terrified, but the way Victor's hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat, it all twisted into something intoxicating. 'Look at her, Marcus,' Victor rumbled, his voice gravelly from the strain of holding back. 'Our little cock-craving vixen, already soaked and squirming like she's been waiting for this.' He gave a shallow thrust, ma

~Wendy's POV~I stepped out of the cab, the humid air of my hometown wrapping around me like an old lover's embrace. The family compound loomed ahead, all manicured lawns and high walls, a testament to my parents success in real estate. At 28, I was Wendy Hayes, defense lawyer extraordinaire, single and killing it in the courtroom. This out-of-town case had me back here, but instead of blowing the firm's hotel budget, I pocketed the cash and crashed at home. Smart move, right? The house was empty, Mom and Dad were off to some gala, leaving me with the distant hum of the security guard at the gate and the staff quarters out back.I dumped my suitcase in my old room upstairs, the one with the balcony overlooking the gardens. Jet lag from the flight mixed with the thrill of the case files I'd reviewed on the way. But now, evening shadows stretched long, and boredom hit hard. I needed to unwind. Slipping into a silk robe that barely skimmed my thighs... black lace underneath, because

~Lila's POV~ I never thought my life would turn into some twisted tropical fever dream, but here I was, Lila Harper, eighteen and freshly orphaned, staring at the deed to a speck of paradise in the middle of nowhere. My aunt Evelyn had been the eccentric type, rich from some shady real estate deals back in the city, and now she'd left me this remote island off the coast of Belize. Urban girl like me, raised in the concrete jungle of New York, I figured it'd be a quick trip to sign papers and sell the damn thing. Escape the pitying looks from neighbors after Mom and Dad's car wreck. But nope, fate... or whatever cruel bitch was pulling strings, had other plans.The flight was a nightmare, turbulence rattling my nerves as the pilot droned about incoming weather. By the time the seaplane skimmed onto the turquoise lagoon, dark clouds were stacking up on the horizon like bad omens. The island was lush, wild, palm trees swaying in the humid breeze, white sand beaches curving around hidd

~Rhonda's POV~Who could have predicted I'd end up in a place like this, locked away in some rundown county jail on the outskirts of the city, but here I was, Rhonda Jackson, straight outta Queens, New York, serving time for that dumb felony charge. The air in here always smelled like sweat, bleach, and desperation, the kind that clings to your skin no matter how many showers you take. I was a hood bitch through and through... loud, unapologetic, with curves that turned heads even in this orange jumpsuit that did nothing to hide my thick thighs and full ass. My braids were pulled back tight, and I kept my attitude sharper than a switchblade. Fights? They were just like Tuesday in this bitch. Inmates always testing me, thinking they could run up on a queen like me.That day started like any other. Rec time in the yard, the sun beating down on the concrete, making everything shimmer like a bad dream. I was minding my business, leaning against the chain-link fence, chatting shit with m