Todos los capítulos de Taboo: Ties and Sins : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The morning sun filtered through the expansive windows of Room 106, casting squares of golden light onto the desks. It was the third lecture of the semester, yet a silent anticipation still hung in the air when he walked through the door. His stride was confident, his gaze intense, and the manner in which he carried his books, as if they were instruments of authority, silenced the whispers the moment his foot touched the cool floor.A delicate necklace hung between her breasts, subtly accentuated by the fabric. Her legs were crossed, a pen held between her fingers, and her eyes, always her eyes, were locked onto him as if each lecture was a continuation of their last shared glance.He surveyed the room as he approached the podium. Opening a book, he laid it on the wooden surface, and announced:Then, he looked up. "Luna Andrade, could you start, please?"Some students exchanged glances. Her name had become an event. Ever since the essay. Ever since the note. Ever since the excessive s

The book felt heavy in her hands, an aged edition of Crime and Punishment with page edges yellowed by time. The campus library was nearly deserted, the silence punctuated only by the distant hum of a projector in a classroom. As she thumbed through the pages, the note fell into her lap, a folded piece of paper with handwriting she instantly recognized.Today, room 204. Lock the door. Don't utter a word.His heart was pounding before his brain could even comprehend the meaning. He was certain she would come. He knew she would take that book.She glanced around, as if someone might be spying, but the hallways were vacant. Even so, her hands shook as she slipped the note into her denim pocket.Room 204 was situated on the second floor of the college's oldest edifice, where the fluorescent lights flickered and the aroma of chalk and polished wood filled the air. She climbed the stairs gradually, each step echoing like a magnified heartbeat. When she nudged the door open, she discovered th

Her apartment was a fifteen-minute walk from the campus, a peaceful and compact studio where nothing disturbed her thoughts - or their absence. She secured the door behind her, tossing her bag onto the floor before leaning against the wall. Her breath was still coming in quick gasps. She shut her eyes and replayed each moment: his hands gripping her wrists, the cold table pressing against her bare skin, the raspy voice issuing commands she would obey without a second thought. When she opened her eyes again, her reflection in the mirror gazed back – hair tousled, lips swollen, eyes still dark with unquenched desire. She ran her hands down her skirt, feeling the slight tremor in her thighs. "Tomorrow." The word resonated in her mind like a promise. His office, after everyone else had departed? Her cell phone buzzed once more. This time, it was an image. Just a dark, unclear photo... until she recognized what it depicted. The basement's concrete floor. Where he ha

Seventy-two hours of tantalizing freedom.But she had no intention of letting him escape that easily.She was already damp just from the thought of it.In the kitchen, she began to prepare dinner with theatrical precision. Each movement was calculated so that when he finally emerged from his sanctuary, he would find her bent over the counter, her back's curve exposed, the dress riding dangerously high on her thighs with each slight movement.The sound of the office door opening sent her heart racing."Need any help?"His voice was lower than usual. Marina didn't immediately turn around, finishing slicing the tomato with slow fingers before replying."You can uncork the wine," she finally said, turning around with the glass extended.Ricardo halted in the middle of the kitchen, his dark eyes raking over her body in a glance too swift to be casual. Marina caught the exact moment he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down under the bronzed skin of his neck.The air between t

The rain drummed against the living room windows, heralding what was to come. Marina snuggled up on the couch, her bare feet tucked under the silk shorts that rose with every shift. The movie playing on the TV was just white noise — she had purposely chosen that cliché romantic comedy, knowing Ricardo would never watch it by himself."Pass the remote," he requested, stretching out his hand without tearing his gaze from the screen.Marina stretched out theatrically, allowing her shorts to ride up a bit further. "I can't reach."Ricardo sighed and leaned over, his arm brushing against her legs. When his fingers touched the remote, Marina didn't release it."Marina..." his voice carried a note of warning."What?" she yanked the remote, pulling it towards her. Their faces ended up just inches apart.He pulled back as if he had been shocked.Half an hour later, Marina delivered the final blow. She yawned theatrically and let her head drop onto his shoulder."Tired?" Ricardo asked, rigid as