All Chapters of EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

~Kimberly's POV~The bass from the speakers thumped through my veins like a second heartbeat, the kind that made your hips sway without permission. It was New Year's Eve, and Brenda's sprawling urban loft in the heart of the city was alive with laughter, clinking glasses, and bodies pressed too close in the humid air. I was sandwiched between my husband Horace and a tipsy cousin of his, the scent of champagne and sweat mingling in a way that felt dangerously electric. But my eyes kept drifting to Brenda... my mother-in-law, for fuck's sake... watching her command the room in that sleek black dress that hugged her curves like it was painted on. At forty-five, she moved like she owned the night, her dark hair cascading over shoulders that begged to be touched. I shouldn't have noticed. I really shouldn't have.Horace's arm was around my waist, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered something about midnight kisses, but my mind was elsewhere. The party had started tame, appetizer

My heart slammed against my ribs like a caged animal, Horace's voice slicing through the haze of lust like a cold knife. 'Kim? You up there?' The footsteps creaked on the stairs, getting closer, and panic twisted in my gut. But Brenda's body was still pressed to mine, her pussy hot and slick against my thigh, her breath ragged in my ear. Her eyes locked on mine, wild and unyielding, a challenge gleaming in them.'Tell him to fuck off,' she whispered, her voice a sultry growl that sent fresh sparks through me. Her hips rolled once more, grinding her clit against mine, the friction so delicious it made my toes curl. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my body screaming yes even as my brain yelled no.'Yeah, babe?' I called out, my voice cracking like a teenager's. I pushed Brenda off me gently, scrambling to sit up, grabbing a throw blanket from the foot of the bed to cover us. She smirked, not bothering to hide her nakedness, her breasts heaving with each breath.The door cracked open, and

Daddy. The word hit like lightning, filthy and thrilling, igniting something deep and depraved inside me. A soft moan escaped my lips, unbidden, as I arched into him, my full breasts pressing against his chest. His hand cupped one, thumb circling my nipple through the lace until it peaked hard and aching, begging for more. The friction was maddening, sending jolts straight to my core. "Romanov... we can't... Alex is right there," I whispered, but even I could hear the lack of conviction in my voice, the way it trembled with want.He chuckled darkly, a low rumble that vibrated against my skin, and pinched my nipple just hard enough to make me whimper, the pain twisting into exquisite pleasure. "Let him sleep through it. He won't wake for this, he never could handle the intensity." His mouth descended further, sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck, marking me with a hickey that would bruise purple by morning, a secret brand under my collar. I was lost, my hands fumbling with the b

~Skylar's POV~ The rain-slicked streets of downtown Tokyo gleamed under the neon haze, but inside the back room of that dimly lit izakaya, the air felt thicker, heavier, like the weight of a noose tightening around my neck. I stood there, fists clenched at my sides, staring down the man who held my family's fate in his scarred hands. Fei Long. The name alone sent shivers through the underground world... a Yakuza boss with Chinese roots, ruthless as a blade, his left eye framed by a jagged scar that twisted his handsome face into something predatory. At 30, he was all sharp suits and sharper edges, lounging in his booth like a king on his throne, a cigarette dangling from his lips."Your father's debt is a million yen, Skylar," he said, his voice low and accented, smoke curling from his nostrils. "And it's due tonight. You gonna pay up, or watch your old man bleed out in the alley?"My heart hammered. Dad's gambling had dug us this hole, and at 25, I was the only one left to climb o

By the third night, the debt's shadow loomed less oppressively. Fei Long had scratched off a chunk after some backroom deals, but the real payment was etching itself into my soul. He kept me in the penthouse now, leashed to his bedpost during the day like a pet, the spiked collar a permanent fixture chafing my neck raw. I'd catch myself staring at the door, waiting for his return, hating how my body hummed with expectation. That evening, he came back from a "meeting"... blood speckling his knuckles, shirt untucked, eyes wild with that insatiable libido that seemed to burn hotter each time."Miss me, pet?" He stripped as he spoke, shirt hitting the floor to reveal his toned chest, tattoos shifting with muscle. His cock was already half-hard, swinging heavy as he approached. The air thickened with his scent... sweat, blood, and arousal.I nodded from my knees where I'd been waiting, the spiked collar tugging as I looked up. He'd amped up the torment today... silver nipple clamps hidden