บททั้งหมดของ Taboo: Ties and Sins : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The morning breeze blew softly on the balcony, carrying the smell of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the salt of the air and the woody perfume that now seemed imprinted on Alana's skin. She was sitting in one of the wide chairs, wearing only Heitor's black shirt on her body—too big, slipping off one shoulder, leaving a whole thigh exposed. Legs crossed, the hot mug between her hands, her gaze lost in the sky still tinged with gold.Inside the apartment, the muffled sound of the shower. But even away from the bed, she still felt her body vibrating with the touches from the early hours.Heitor had taken her completely. In every sense. Her body ached in delicious places, marked by fingers, bites, moans, and promises neither of them had dared to say out loud. Yet.The glass door opened. He appeared, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. Hair damp, his broad chest still with droplets running down. His gaze... that gaze. As if seeing her for the first time. As if she were the only

The email arrived at 4:23 PM.Subject: Document ReviewFrom: Rick MoreauTo: Mia RochaReport to room 1015. Now.RJust that. No details. No explanation. Just a cold, direct command. And she, with lips still slightly swollen from what they had done in the elevator two days prior, stood up without a word to her colleagues and walked with her heart in her throat.The doors to room 1015 were black, with chrome handles. Luxury and power. Mia took a deep breath before knocking."Come in," the voice came from inside, deep, firm, like a chain pulling her into the depths.She turned the knob and entered.The room was unlike anything she expected. The lights were low, the blinds closed. A glass amber lamp cast a warm glow over the desk. In the corner, a bar with bottles of Scotch whiskey and crystal glasses. A soft track was playing—something instrumental, slow, like the prelude to something carnal.Rick was sitting, elbows on the desk, his dark eyes fixed on her as if he had been waiting all

The day began with an order.Simple. Direct. Imprinted on Mia's cell phone screen as soon as she woke up.Plug.Today.During work.No excuses.RMia's body reacted before her mind. Her belly tightened, her sex pulsed, and warmth spread between her thighs. The plug was there, in the drawer. She had never used it. She had bought it out of curiosity months before—and had never had the courage to even try it.Until now.She showered, put on the perfume he liked—that sweet one, which he had already said was "an invitation"—and knelt on the bed. With trembling hands, she lubricated the plug and brought it to the forbidden place. Slowly. Gasping.It hurt. But it hurt in a way that aroused.When it finally clicked into place, she felt the weight deep in her body. A constant, uncomfortable, and delicious presence. She dressed in a tight skirt, a fitted blouse, high heels. No panties. Rules were rules.And she left for work with the plug inside her.Every step in the elevator, every stair, eve

The room was a sanctuary of sins, a place where desire breathed through the walls. Rick closed the door with a soft click, the sound of the latch echoing like a promise. Mia looked around, her eyes darkening with curiosity and anticipation. Shelves filled with toys, ropes of raw silk, leather collars, candles, plugs that glimmered under the soft light."Do you like it?" Rick approached from behind, his lips touching the nape of her neck as his hands slid over her waist, squeezing.Mia felt her body respond before her mind could even process."Is this... your collection?" Her voice came out huskier than she expected.He laughed softly, his warm breath on her skin."My collection. My toys." A pause, his fingers rising to her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers. "And today, you're going to try every single one."She arched her back, a moan escaping."Yes."Rick wasted no time. He turned her roughly, their lips meeting in a voracious kiss, teeth clashing, tongues battling. H

The door to Robert's apartment closed with a soft click, and Madeline felt the heavy air around her, laden with the scent of leather, polished wood, and something more primal—the subtle musk of Robert himself, wrapped in an expensive perfume of bergamot and amber. The apartment was spacious, decorated with minimalist furniture in dark tones, illuminated only by candles and the diffuse light of Paris through the panoramic windows."Gin and tonic," he offered, handing her an ice-cold glass, his fingers brushing against hers on purpose. With a slice of cucumber, not lemon. You hate the acidity.Madeline froze for a second, the glass halfway to her lips."How do you know?"Robert smiled, his dark eyes roaming over her body as if she were already naked."I make it my business to know everything about the people who interest me." He leaned forward, his blazer opening enough for her to see the white shirt fitted tightly to his muscular torso. "And you, Madeline Laurent, interest me very much