บททั้งหมดของ Untamed Desires: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

AndreaI waited until the apartment went quiet and the city outside the glass had thinned into the deep hours of the night. Dante had left the bedroom after telling me to sleep, and for a long time I lay still listening to the soft sounds of him moving around the penthouse. When everything finally settled I slipped out of bed barefoot, heart hammering so hard I was sure it would give me away. The dress from dinner was still on the floor. I pulled it on without underwear and padded toward the main door, testing every handle I passed even though I already knew most of them would be locked.The elevator needed a code. I had watched him enter it once from a distance and thought I remembered the pattern, but my fingers shook so badly the first two tries failed. On the third the panel flashed red and a soft alarm chirped somewhere in the walls. Panic flooded me. I spun and ran for the service stairs instead, shoving the heavy door open with both hands and taking the steps two at a time in t

Mum left for the airport at six this morning. Three weeks in Spain with her sister.The house felt bigger the second the front door clicked shut.I was still in bed when I heard him moving around downstairs.Marcus, Mum’s new husband. Six months married, and I still hadn’t gotten used to the way his voice dropped when he said my name, or the way his eyes lingered half a second too long when I walked past in a towel.I told myself I was only going downstairs to make coffee. Somehow, I ended up pulling one of his old grey shirts from the laundry basket. It was soft from being washed a hundred times, and it still smelled a little like him.The shirt hung almost to my thighs. I slipped it on, went barefoot, and quietly made my way down the stairs.I was halfway into the kitchen when I noticed the faint line of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts.My eyes stayed there a second too long.I cleared my throat.He looked up.His eyes dropped, slowly, from my face to the open

He carried me into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind us.The bed was still neatly made. Their bed. Mum’s perfume still lingered on the pillows, and for a second I noticed how wrong it felt to be standing there.He didn't seem to care.He dropped me onto the mattress hard enough that I bounced, then yanked me to the edge by my ankles so my ass hung off the side.His cock was still shiny with me, standing thick and angry against his stomach.“Open your legs,” he said.I did. Wide. He stared down at my cunt like it belonged to him now.Then he dropped to his knees between my thighs.The first long, slow lick made my whole body jolt. His tongue was flat and hot, dragging from my soaked entrance all the way up to my clit, then circling it with filthy precision. He did it again. And again. Then he sealed his mouth over me and sucked.“Ah… fuck…"Short. Broken. I couldn’t get anything longer out.He pushed two thick fingers inside me while he ate, curling them hard against that spo

The next three weeks blurred into one long, filthy stretch of days and nights where the only thing that mattered was how many times he could make me come and how full he could keep me.It started the morning after that first kitchen and bedroom night. I woke up with his mouth already between my legs, tongue slow and deep, and two fingers working me open before I was even fully awake. He didn’t stop until I came on his face, then he flipped me over and fucked me face-down into the mattress until the headboard slammed the wall.That became the pattern.Some mornings I initiated. I’d crawl on top of him while he was still half-asleep, sink down onto his cock slowly, and ride him until he woke up properly with his hands on my hips and a rough “fuck, baby” against my throat.Other times he’d find me in the hallway, push me against the wall, and drop to his knees right there to eat me until my legs gave out.He fucked my pussy every way he could think of. Bent over the bathroom sink while I

He pulled away with a smirk on his lips, cold and deadly, and in that instant, I felt as though I were slowly stepping into whatever trap was being laid for me. I quickly turned towards Nelson, whose gaze was fixed on the scene in front of him. My heart was still pounding wildly, and I glanced around, but no one seemed to have noticed what had happened. Why did he do that? The question lingered in my mind as Travis winked at me before turning away, casually making his way towards his friends as though nothing had happened. Throughout the camp gathering, I could feel his gaze following me. This wasn't the kind of gaze I was accustomed to seeing whenever we were at home, this was different, more intense, deliberate, and unsettling. His jaw clenched whenever I walked past him, his eyes shamelessly lingering over my body, particularly my breasts and ass. There was something hungry an