All Chapters of Taboo: Ties and Sins : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The rain tapped lazily against the windows of Jaston's apartment, as if the world outside was trying to spy on what was about to happen inside.Hellen pressed the doorbell with fingers still damp, her skin gleaming under the tight fabric of the little black dress. The high heels accentuated every curve of her leg, and her loose hair, a little damp from the drizzle, fell to the middle of her back. She knew she looked delicious. And she knew that Jaston knew it too.The door opened with that slow, sensual creak that matched the night. And there he was: black button-down shirt open almost to his chest, dress pants, barefoot. The gaze... that gaze that undressed her right then and there, before a single word was spoken."Hellen," he said, as if savoring the name on his tongue."Jaston," she replied, entering, her hips swaying subtly with each step.He greeted her with a glass of red wine already poured. His fingers brushed lightly against hers as she took the glass—and the shiver came lik

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the apartment with promises of a fresh start—but for Hellen, that morning wasn't about beginnings. It was about continuation. About the lingering warmth between her thighs and a mouth still marked by Jaston’s kisses.She rose naked from the bed, her entire body still radiating sex. Her skin bore the traces of the night and the fierce second round. She felt deliciously used, as if every part of her had been explored and claimed. With tousled hair and bare feet, she walked toward the kitchen, where Jaston was fulfilling his promise.He was naked. His back to her, stirring something on the stove. The muscles in his back shifted with each movement of his arm. Hellen stopped in the doorway and simply watched, her gaze unashamedly trailing down to his firm backside. She bit her lip and said:"You cook naked often, or is it just my lucky day?"Jaston turned with a mug in his hands. The smile playing on his lips betrayed how much he was enjoying this

The room was bathed in a comfortable gloom, only the faint glow of the moon seeping through the thin curtains. The air was thick with the scent of bodies that had surrendered, of sweat mixed with the natural perfume of warm skin. Their breaths, still unsteady, were beginning to find a calmer rhythm, closer to a whisper of silence.Jaston was lying on his back, his arms stretched out and relaxed, while Hellen nestled behind him, the skin of their bodies touching with an almost sacred softness. He held her from behind, his delicate fingers wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer, as if afraid the touch might vanish if there was distance.She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the faint beat of a vein pulsing under the warm skin. The warmth that lingered between them was far more than just physical pleasure. It was a rare and almost forbidden connection, where desire met vulnerability, and the strength of surrender mingled with unexpected tenderness.As his fingers played wit

The room was silent. Only the sound of the sea drifted in through the cracks of the balcony, cradling the burning tension between them. Heitor didn't move immediately. He stood there, his back to the door, staring at Alana as if he was still trying to decide whether to cross that invisible line of control. But the truth was he'd already crossed it.She was standing in the middle of the room, the green dress flowing over her hips as if it were made to fall. Her eyes, dark and provocative, were fixed on him with the boldness of someone who already knew exactly what she wanted."Are you just going to stand there looking at me… or are you going to really touch me?" she provoked, her voice hoarse, low, with a slight tremor of desire.Heitor took two long strides. One single movement was enough to grab her by the waist and press their bodies together. His mouth fell upon hers with hunger, and this time there was no hesitation.It was a wet kiss, urgent tongue, teeth dragging on lips. His ha

Friday arrived more slowly than Alana would have liked. Each minute of the week seemed to drag on, while she counted the hours until she could see him again. She slept with headphones on, listening to the dirty audio messages he sent. She touched herself every night, with her eyes closed, whispering his name as if invoking a spell.Now, there in front of the mirror in her room, Alana carefully adjusted the dress she had chosen: red, tight, with a side slit. And, of course, without panties. Just as he had asked.She knew exactly what she did with that body. And she knew, even more, what Heitor did with hers.She called the car, checked her lipstick, and got out with her heart pounding. And wet.With each kilometer to his apartment, her imagination created new versions of the same scene: him opening the door, pulling her inside without a word, pressing her against the wall, tearing off her dress and burying himself inside her as if he were starving. And if she knew Heitor even a little