บททั้งหมดของ Taboo: Ties and Sins : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

The invitation arrived in a black paper envelope, sealed with red wax. Madeline ran her finger over the raised symbol—a serpent entwined around a whip—before opening it. Inside, just a card with an address and a time, handwritten by Robert:"Want to see what I really like? 11 p.m. Wear the red dress. And nothing underneath."Her heart raced. The dress in question was a tight, thin-strapped number that ended well above her knees. Wearing it without lingerie would be a provocation. But that was exactly what Robert wanted—for her to arrive already throbbing with desire, already wet just from imagining what awaited her.The club was in a discreet basement in the Marais, its entrance hidden behind an unmarked oak door. Robert waited for her at the top of the stairs, dressed in black, his eyes dark as pitch."You came," he murmured, as if still in doubt.Madeline lifted her chin."You knew I would."He smiled slowly and slid his hand along her back, pulling her against his body. Through the

Madeline felt Robert's body stiffen beneath hers, his muscles tense like steel cables as she moved over him with wild determination. The car was filled with the sound of skin against skin, mixed with the hoarse moans escaping Robert's throat—a sound she rarely heard and now wanted to extract at any cost."You like this, don't you?" she teased, leaning forward until her breasts brushed against his chest, her lips almost touching his. "You like seeing me in control?"Robert caught his breath, his fingers digging into her hips with enough force to leave marks."You're not in control, darling," he growled, his hips rising in a brutal thrust that made her scream. "You're just playing with fire."Madeline laughed, low and defiant, before rising slowly, almost letting him slip out of her, only to descend again with a torturously slow motion."Then burn me."Robert reacted as she expected—with lustful fury. In one fluid movement, he flipped her over, pressing her face against the leather seat

The heat that afternoon felt heavier than usual. The windows were open, but the air that came in was warm, unable to refresh the room. Milih was sitting on the sofa, her legs curled under her body, a large t-shirt slipping off her shoulder, revealing part of her fair, soft skin. The cell phone in her hands blinked with messages from friends, but she couldn't concentrate. Every time the deep sound of André's footsteps echoed down the hallway, her attention would wander.He had that presence. A grown man, owner of a body that exuded authority and desire. André didn't need to make an effort to be noticed: his broad shoulders occupied the space, his firm gaze pierced through any attempt at indifference, and his deep, gravelly voice could make even silence shiver. For Milih, being in the same house as him was a constant test of self-control. A cruel game that stoked her curiosity, made her skin burn, and awakened in her something she always tried to suffocate: a hunger for what was forbidd

Milih barely had time to catch her breath after André's touch by the doorframe. Every muscle in her body screamed for more; every inch of her skin burned with the memory of his fingers sliding over her waist and thighs. She didn't know how she had survived that touch, but now she didn't need to resist anymore. He was in front of her, his gaze fixed, his breathing deep, and his aura of absolute control dominated her completely."You're not going to run from me this time," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire, closing the distance until the age difference transformed into palpable, almost suffocating danger.She opened her eyes, meeting the intense heat in his, and realized she didn't want to run. Milih felt her legs weaken, and he noticed immediately, gripping her hips, pulling her body against his in an almost brutal way. The touch now wasn't just provocation: it was possessive, dominant. The thin nightgown she wore was too flimsy to protect her skin from his hands, and André was

The sun had already set, and the house was plunged into soft shadows, the silence broken only by Milih's heavy breathing and racing heart. She sat on the sofa, nervously crossing and uncrossing her legs, as André approached slowly, his presence filling the space, each step laden with intention and desire."Do you still think about what happened earlier today?" he asked, his voice low and loaded with provocation, moving closer to her until the age difference became a dangerous, almost forbidden game.Milih swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on his, unable to deny it. Every memory from that morning burned in her mind—the touch, the kiss, the feeling of him inside her... it all came back with an almost unbearable force."Yes... and I can't stop," she replied, her voice trembling, as he sat down beside her, his large, warm body pressing lightly against hers.André smiled, sliding a hand along her arm, grazing lightly, sending shivers down Milih's spine. She felt the excitement return, even mo