บททั้งหมดของ Taboo: Ties and Sins : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

He obeyed. The click of the lock sounded like the signature on an invisible contract.Helena slowly extended her hand, her long, delicate fingers pointing toward the floor with silent authority. She didn’t need to utter a single word; the command was in her posture, in her gaze, in the heavy tension that filled the air around her. Lucas understood immediately, as if an invisible thread connected him to her will. A smile of satisfaction lit up Helena’s face—pleased, almost amused, like someone watching a trained animal recognize its master with devotion.Lucas felt his body react before his mind could catch up. His legs gave way, knees meeting the cold floor, and his heart pounded so hard it seemed it might break free from his chest. Every fiber of his being surrendered to her presence, while his mind tried, uselessly, to mount some resistance.“Good boy…” Helena’s voice slid through the room, soft and dangerous, laden with a natural sensuality that made each syllable vibrate inside Lu

The mansion breathed silence that night. The dining room was illuminated only by tall candles, aligned along the marble table. Their flames flickered, reflecting in the crystal of the wine glasses and the impeccable cut of the silver cutlery. The air carried the scent of mild spices, full-bodied red wine, and behind it all, the unmistakable aroma of Helena’s body—the scent that had already seeped into Lucas’s memories.He entered quietly, his heart heavy. He wore the black shirt she had requested, sleeves rolled up to the forearms, revealing tense muscles. He looked handsome, but he didn’t feel confident. The tightness in his chest didn’t come from the clothing—it came from the certainty that this was the end.Helena was already waiting, seated at the head of the table. The long black dress seemed tailor-made for her. The neckline suggested without revealing, and the fabric molded to her curves as if it were an extension of her skin. Her loose hair fell in waves over her shoulders, an

He ignored the taunt, gripping the steering wheel firmly. Kira, on the other hand, was sobbing, explaining in trembling, jumbled words that she would lose her scholarship if she were arrested, that her exchange program, her academic life—everything depended on that moment. Juan sighed, pitying her, but maintained his professionalism.Juan noticed that Susan was strangely quiet; he glanced in the rearview mirror and his heart raced. Susan's eyes were closed, her breathing labored, her body still. A chill ran down his spine. Without hesitation, he slowed down and pulled the patrol car under the abandoned bridge, the tires squealing lightly on the wet asphalt.Susan leaned to the side, seeming almost breathless. Juan frowned, concerned, looking through the rearview mirror:"Is she okay?"Kira, in tears, sobbed in desperation:"She... she has asthma! Please... no... she needs her inhaler!"Susan remained motionless, her body limp, seemingly on the verge of losing consciousness, breathing

The alley was a tunnel of darkness, cut only by the faint light of a flickering streetlamp, as if hesitating to reveal what was happening there. The rain fell harder now, dripping from the roof of the abandoned bridge, each drop a drumbeat echoing in Juan Cortez's chest. He stood there, his soaked uniform clinging to his muscular frame, the badge gleaming like a useless reminder of his authority. Susan, the daring blonde, was mere inches away, her green eyes sparkling with mischief, the torn blazer leaving the curve of her breasts exposed, wet and provocative. Beside her, Kira, the petite Asian, trembled under the rain, but her brown eyes now held a glint that mixed fear and boldness. The handcuffs hung loosely from their wrists, a symbol of power Juan felt slipping away with every second."So, officer," said Susan, her voice a low purr, almost drowned by the rain. "Made your decision yet? Or are you just going to stand there, holding onto that badge like it can save you?"Juan presse

She grabbed the loose handcuffs and fastened his wrists to the side mirror of the patrol car, the metallic click echoing like a sentence. Juan, 6'2" of pure muscle, could have broken free, but desire kept him bound, surrendered. Susan mounted him, tearing the rest of his blazer and leaving her pussy exposed, wet not just from the rain, but from desire. She rubbed herself against his cock, not letting him enter, the torturous friction making him growl."You wanna fuck me, officer?" she provoked, her hips moving in circles, her hot pussy grazing the head of his cock. "Beg.""Fuck you," he grunted, but his voice was more plea than command. He pulled at the handcuffs, the metal biting his wrists, the pain only increasing the arousal.Kira, not wanting to be left behind, knelt beside him, her mouth finding his balls, sucking with a delicacy that contrasted with Susan's aggressiveness."You're ours now," she murmured, her tongue exploring, her brown eyes looking up with a mix of submission