All Chapters of TILL SIN DO US APART: A TABOO TALE OF LUST AND DESIRE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

FORBIDDEN FLAMES G×GARIA’S POV I wipe down the marble counter for the fourth time this afternoon, even though it's already gleaming under the soft pendant lights of the café. The midday rush has faded, leaving only a couple of regulars tucked into armchairs with their laptops and a soft jazz playlist humming from the speakers. The air is rich with the aroma of freshly ground espresso beans, vanilla syrup, and the faint citrus note from the lemon scones cooling on the rack behind me. This place, Voss & Vine, is my little haven. Upscale but cozy, with exposed brick walls adorned with local artists' work, velvet booths in the corners, and big windows that let in streams of natural light.I've been barista here for two years now, since my junior year of college, and at twenty-two, it's become my full-time world while I figure out what comes next with my art degree. I love the rhythm of it, the hiss of the steam wand, the satisfaction of perfect latte art, the small smiles from custome

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 3ARIA’S POV I can’t stay away.The next evening, after closing the café alone, I drive straight to Serena’s house. Marcus is away on a three-day buying trip for new coffee beans. Exactly the perfect timing. My body has been on fire all day, my pussy throbbing with every shift of my thighs, my nipples aching against my bra from the memory of Serena’s mouth and fingers in the gallery last night. She brought me to the edge so many times, made me squirt on her tongue, then came on my face like I was her personal toy. But she stopped short of full release for both of us, whispering, “We savor the sin.” I’ve been dripping wet ever since, desperate for more.Her house is a modern glass-and-wood masterpiece on the outskirts of the city, secluded among trees. I park in the driveway, my heart pounding in my chest. I'm wearing a short black dress that hugs my ass and barely covers my thighs, I no bra, no panties, just like I know she’ll want.The door opens before I knock. S

IN MY STEP BROTHER'S BED 2Emma couldn’t sleep. The house was silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of old wood settling. Moonlight spilled through the half-open blinds, painting silver stripes across her bed. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Alex’s mouth on hers again, the rough scrape of his stubble, the demanding slide of his tongue, the way he’d growled her name like it belonged to him.Her skin still tingled from the pool. The memory of his hard cock pressing against her belly through wet fabric made her thighs clench. She kicked off the sheet, wearing only a thin tank top and cotton panties. The room felt too warm, and her body too restless. Without thinking, her hand drifted down, tracing the edge of her panties, but she stopped herself. If she touched now, she’d moan his name again, and the walls weren’t that thick.A soft knock at her door made her freeze.It was three light taps. Then silence followed. She sat up, her hear

FUCK ME, STEP DADDYLILA & MARCUSLila stepped off the plane into the thick summer heat of the private airstrip, the scent of jasmine and jet fuel wrapping around her like a memory. At twenty, she was home from college for the first time since her mother’s whirlwind marriage to Marcus Hale, fifty years old, steel-gray hair, piercing hazel eyes, and the kind of commanding presence that made boardrooms fall silent. He was a tech CEO whose name appeared on Forbes lists and whose face stared out from magazine covers. Lila had only met him twice before the wedding, once at a tense dinner, once at the ceremony itself. Both times, his gaze had lingered on her a fraction too long.Now she was living in his sprawling coastal estate for the summer. Her mother, a high-powered entertainment lawyer, was already gone for another international deal, another red-eye flight. “Marcus will take good care of you,” she’d said over the phone, as if Lila were still a child.Lila wasn’t a child anymore. She

FUCK ME, STEP-DADDY 3Lila woke to the sensation of warm sunlight streaming across her bare skin and the heavy, possessive weight of Marcus’s arm draped over her waist. She was still in his bed, sheets tangled around their legs, the faint scent of sex and his cologne clinging to everything. Her body ached in the best way, her thighs tender, her pussy swollen and sensitive, the lingering fullness of his cum from the night before still deep inside her.She shifted slightly and felt the sticky evidence of their joining trickle between her thighs. A soft moan escaped her.Marcus stirred behind her, his morning erection already thick and hard against the curve of her ass.“Morning, little girl,” he rumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep. His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers dipping between her legs to find her slick and ready. “Still dripping with Daddy’s cum?”“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, arching back into him.He growled in approval, rolling her onto her stomach and spreading her