บททั้งหมดของ Taboo: Ties and Sins : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Waking up that morning with the taste of him still in her mouth felt like a delicious torture. Deyse's body ached in a pleasant way, every muscle recalling the intensity of the previous nights. But there was something different in the air: it wasn't just desire, it was also something deeper, a connection that went beyond the physical, though she still resisted admitting it.Ashan was beside her, leaning against the headboard, his intense gaze fixed on her. There was no rush, but his presence was enough to speed up her heart. Every gesture of his, even a calm one, carried power and dominion, and she knew that, in spite of everything, there was no way to run anymore."Good morning," he murmured, his voice hoarse from sleep, but still laden with authority."Good morning," she replied, her voice trembling, revealing the vulnerability only he could draw out.Ashan pulled her close, holding her tightly. The warm contact made Deyse shiver, her mind fighting the mix of fear and desire. She tr

The corporate event hall was illuminated by crystal chandeliers that cast golden reflections on tables decorated with arrangements of white orchids. The sound of elegant conversations and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the air. Regina moved among businesspeople and guests with her usual firm posture: confident, impeccable in her navy blue silk dress that accentuated her figure. Her high heels echoed on the marble floor, attracting discreet glances, but none were enough to affect her.Until she felt it.It was almost physical. A shiver ran down her skin before she even turned her head. She knew who was there. Scott.When their eyes met, the sensation was as if the entire hall disappeared. He was in a dark gray suit, his tie loosened in a calculated way, conveying an air of effortless power. There was no hurry in his gaze, only the same intensity from days ago, as if resuming exactly where they had left off.Regina averted her eyes immediately, disguising it with a polite smil

The night seemed to carry a different weight, as if every second were calculated to ignite a flame that would have no turning back. Regina was seated on the leather sofa in Scott's penthouse, legs crossed, the short red dress riding dangerously high on her thigh. The wine in her glass reflected the golden half-light of the room, but the real heat came from his gaze. Scott stood before her, shirt partially open, revealing his defined chest and the silent authority that left her breathless."Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice deep, drawn-out, sounding more like a provocation."I am..." Regina replied, biting her lip. "But I don't like it when men look as if they've already won the game."Scott smiled, that crooked smile that mixed arrogance and the promise of danger. He approached slowly, kneeling before her. His large hands rested on her knees, sliding up slowly until they found the hem of her dress."I never play to lose, Regina."She took a deep breath, her heart beating fast.

The night was hot in São Paulo, but the gallery's air conditioning kept the atmosphere cool, contrasting with the heat that rose from Thora's skin with every click of her camera. She walked through the illuminated corridors, adjusting the lens, capturing details of a new exhibition's opening. The gallery was packed with distinguished guests: businesspeople, artists, critics, and the curious. The low sound of jazz mixed with the clinking of glasses and murmured conversations.Thora wore a simple, elegant black dress that hugged her curves without exaggeration. Her hair tied in a casual bun exposed the firm contour of her nape, revealing a natural sensuality that drew attention, even without effort. She wasn't there to be noticed, but to capture the moment, to seize expressions, to freeze in time the gazes lost before the colorful canvases covering the walls.While adjusting the focus to photograph a group of businessmen next to a sculpture, she felt a shiver run up her spine. She turne

The week dragged on like torture. After the dinner and the kiss in Perry's apartment, Thora couldn't disconnect from him. The taste of the wine and his mouth was still etched in her memory, as was the feeling of being pinned against the wall, dominated without a chance to react.She tried to distract herself with work, with friends, even with long, solitary runs in the park. But nothing worked. At every corner, in every late-night silence, Perry surfaced in her mind. An addiction was beginning to take hold, and Thora knew it.When her phone vibrated on a Thursday night, his name on the screen made her stomach drop."Are you busy?" His deep voice sounded from the other end, firm, without preamble."That depends," she replied, trying to sound cold, even as her heart raced."I need you here. Now.""Perry...""No excuses, Thora. I want you in my apartment in thirty minutes."She fell silent. He didn't ask, he ordered. And, against all logic, part of her wanted to obey."Thirty minutes," h