All Chapters of Taboo: Ties and Sins : Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Night fell heavily on the convent.Clara descended the basement stairs carrying a small kerosene lamp. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel the pulse in her throat. She had spent the entire day trying to pray, trying to ask for forgiveness, trying to forget what had happened that afternoon. But her body wouldn't let her. Between her legs it still throbbed, the panties she had changed twice were still damp. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his fingers glistening as they emerged from her vagina.She didn't want to go down.But she couldn't stay away.When she opened the basement door, Raffaele was sitting on the old mattress, his back against the wall, his legs stretched out. His shirt was open. The bandage on his chest looked clean. He slowly looked up as she entered, and a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face."You came alone," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Good girl."Clara stopped near the door, holding the lamp with both hands.— I… I only came to bring light.

The sun had barely risen when Clara woke up startled in her simple cell. Her entire body ached with tension. Between her legs, she could still feel the throbbing from the orgasms of the previous night — first in the basement, then against the altar. The panties she had changed before bed were wet again just from remembering.“This can’t continue…” she murmured, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.She got up, carefully adjusted her habit, pinned her long black hair under the white veil, and went straight to the chapel. She prayed for almost two hours. She asked for strength. She asked for forgiveness. She asked for the desire burning in her belly to disappear.But the more she prayed, the more her body betrayed her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Raffaele’s face — those hungry black eyes, the dirty smile, his large hand pulling her veil like a collar.“I’m not going down there today,” she decided out loud after finishing her prayers. “I’m going to stay away. He’ll leave soon.”It

Clara could barely stay still in her cell. Her entire body burned. Her thighs still carried the purple marks Raffaele had left the night before. Every time she moved, she felt the sensitive skin pull, reminding her of how she had cum in his mouth, right there on the altar.She tried to pray. She really did. But the words came out empty. All she could think about was his thick cock and the promise he had made: *Tomorrow I’m going to fuck you for real.*The door to her cell opened without warning.Raffaele entered, shirtless, his broad chest marked by scars and tattoos, the wound nearly healed. His black eyes seemed to gleam in the dim light. He said nothing. He simply extended his hand.Clara knew there was no point in resisting. Her body had already decided.She took his hand. Raffaele pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily, his tongue invading her mouth, dominating. When he pulled away, she was breathless.“Today you become truly mine,” he murmured against her lips. “Today I take

The chapel was enveloped in a silence so dense it seemed suffocating. Only the soft crackling of the candles and the wind howling against the ancient stained-glass windows broke the stillness. Sister Clara knelt on the penitent's side of the confessional, her trembling hands clasped in prayer, the white veil falling over her shoulders like a cloak of guilt that could no longer hide anything.Her lips moved almost silently."Forgive me, Father… for I have sinned… I have sinned so much…"The words came out torn. How could she confess what was really happening inside her? How could she admit that, in recent days, the body she had consecrated to God now became wet just from hearing that man's footsteps? Raffaele Moretti had turned the convent into his private brothel. And the worst part wasn't what he did to her. It was how much she needed him to do it.Her vagina still throbbed from the violent fucking of the previous night on the altar. She could still feel his semen slowly trickling do

Dawn was breaking when Raffaele decided the chapel was no longer enough.The old clock in the hallway showed almost three in the morning. The silence of the convent was so profound that each step seemed a profanation in itself. Raffaele, nearly two meters tall, with a muscular body marked by tattoos he hid under civilian clothes during the day, held Clara's white veil as if it were a dog's leash. The thin fabric stretched against her neck, forcing her to keep her head down as she stumbled behind him through the cold stone corridors.Clara trembled. It wasn't just from fear. Her body bore the marks of the last nine days of sin. Her vagina, still swollen and sensitive from previous encounters, throbbed with every step. Her thick, soft thighs were covered in purple hickeys, bites, and bruises in the shape of his fingers. Her nipples, now hidden under her black habit, burned. Her mouth still tasted salty and bitter from the semen he had forced her to swallow in the chapel two days before,