บททั้งหมดของ Taboo: Ties and Sins : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Dirly was sitting at the living room table, her notebooks open in front of her, but her attention divided between her studies and the presence of Antônio, who was pacing from one side of the house to the other. He had that naturally imposing posture—broad shoulders, an intense gaze loaded with something dangerous that always left her unsettled. As her tutor, Antônio needed to be firm, but there was something in his gestures that went beyond authority: the way his hand brushed her arm, the gaze that lingered longer than it should, the almost inaudible sighs she herself couldn't control."Dirly," he called, approaching the table, "are you even paying attention?"She quickly looked up, blushing. "Yes, I am, Mr. Antônio... I mean, I am."He smiled slowly, predatorily, leaning in to review her notebooks, and the warmth of his body beside hers made her swallow dryly. His hand passed lightly over hers as he turned the page, and the touch, though subtle, sent a wave of excitement that coursed

The afternoon heat filled the living room, but the tension between Dirly and Antônio was far more intense than any sunlight. She was focused on her books, or at least trying to be, but his presence unsettled her. Every step, every gesture, every lingering glance sent shivers through her body, awakening an excitement she could barely control.Antônio approached from behind, his warm breath ghosting over her neck. "Dirly..." he murmured, his voice hoarse and laden with desire, "you try to concentrate, but it's impossible."She gasped, feeling her body react before her mind could. "I... I try, Mr. Antônio... but..." she murmured, her voice trembling.He smiled, his hand sliding around her waist, squeezing firmly, provoking a shiver that ran the length of her spine. "You like being teased, don't you?" he said, his fingers slipping inside her panties, touching her with precision, exploring every sensitive spot."Yes... yes..." Dirly moaned, her hips moving involuntarily, her entire body re

Night had fallen, and the house was quiet, except for the sound of footsteps that seemed to rehearse the tension of the forbidden. Dirly felt her body still burning from their afternoon encounter; every curve, every touch from Antônio seemed etched into her skin, and the memory only increased her arousal. She tried to focus on her books, but every gesture of his, every approach, every predatory look made her hips move on their own, her body reacting before her mind."Dirly..." murmured Antônio, approaching, his warm breath caressing her neck, "are you feeling the same as I am? Every second away from you drives me crazy... every time I think about what we did today, I can barely control myself."She arched her body against his, her hips pressing involuntarily, her breasts rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Yes..." she murmured, her voice hoarse and trembling, "I can't... stop thinking... about you... about us... about what we did..."He smiled, sliding his hand inside her panties,

Night fell upon the city like a heavy veil, illuminated by thousands of artificial lights that reflected off the building windows and spread across the damp streets after a brief rain. In the heart of downtown, the Velvet Noir bar stood out as a sophisticated refuge, where the low beat of music, mixing jazz with electronic rhythms, created a decadent and elegant atmosphere. Here, people in well-tailored suits and tight dresses mingled, playing a silent game of power, desire, and appearances.It was in this setting that Deyse entered. Her high heels echoed on the black marble floor as soon as the door opened, drawing attention even before her body fully crossed the threshold. The red dress, clinging like a second skin, molded every curve, and the side slit revealed part of her firm thigh, inviting, almost indecent. The lipstick of the same color stained her full lips, and her loose hair fell over her shoulders like an unspoken invitation. Everyone looked at her, some with curiosity, ot

The following days were torture for Deyse. After that night at Ashan's penthouse, she had sworn to herself it would be the last time. She tried to convince herself it was nothing but an indiscretion, an explosion of desire that needed to be forgotten before it turned into something worse. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw herself again, arched back on the leather sofa, feeling his hands dominate every inch of her body.At work, her concentration had evaporated. In the shower, the memories came with force, and her fingers, no matter how much they tried to replicate what he did, could never come close to the intensity. She slept poorly, dreaming of his touch, waking up drenched and irritated.It was addiction. She knew it. And the more she tried to pull away, the stronger it seemed to become.On the third night, exhausted from fighting herself, she decided to go out to dinner alone. A discreet restaurant, away from downtown, where she believed she could breathe without feeling